Krone
you could be the king
Autumn has arrived, and she is well aware of it. It does not come in a flurry of colors or the chill of a bitter wind, rather, it reveals itself much more stealthily on her island home. The weather stays warm, the plants do not change. However, there is that subtle cool breeze from the mainland, the way the water becomes almost lukewarm...among other things.
The sensitivity around her stomach is hard to ignore, or the way she holds her tail in an almost uncomfortable way. Sometimes she feels as though she can smell the aroma of estrus on herself, and she becomes agitated at this fact. She loathes fall (in particular, the way it makes her feel), and cannot wait for it to be over with).
Krone moves across Ischia's white sand beaches, taking each hour one step at a time. She doesn't like leading when she feels like shit, but she didn't have much of a choice. She mutters "hello"s to the residents who pass her, and tries not to mouth off at stallion's whose eyes linger too long on her hips.
That's when she catches it. A familiar smell that contrasts harshly with the salty sea air...she knows who is there, although their interaction had been short-lived. "Lokiiiii," She calls with a soft chuckle. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
but watch the Queen conquer
@[Lokii]