She awoke one bright summer morning in the jungles south of Equestria. She wasn't all black chitin, like many she meets expect. She was a mix of chitin and fur, two cat-like ears atop her head, red coloring like bright and burning fire. She was nameless by choice until she found a new name for this new land she found herself in. She was hiveless. She was scarred yet had no holes-of-hunger. She was cat-like in mannerisms, motherly in her actions toward most any species' young, and let us not forget her magic that when used, was always accompanied by music.

She was incredibly odd, for a changeling queen.

And she just so happened to be me, one of the creators of this universe who now has holes in her memory.