hi #bbtwt 👑 drabble for today
Careful claws rapped against the windowsill, the ever familiar call of The King licking at her mind as whispers in the wind. She knew he was coming. He always did. She was nothing if not her Fathers favorite. The Wind Walker was forsaken, and the
him to choose how he lived though. Not to live by her faulty rule. So she would see herself out. Out the door, into the wilderness past the "home."
She would see him again sometime. She always did. She liked seeing 🕶️. He was sweet. Sweet in a way she could not give in return,
until i write smth some of my 👑 headcanons
- manticore, she can shapeshift but she always makes herself very big (sheep wool, lions mane, etc)
- king in yellows child via eldritch spawning. this means she has an unknowable form.
- technically all 👑's in all smps are the