Warmth.
It was the one important thing to seek out. Next came food, which was a close second of course. Or was shelter? Warmth, Food, Shelter. It was hard to figure each out when you didn't have a colony to control. It meant that you were alone, that you had no workers to do anything for you. Not that one was completely defenceless of course, but it was always nice to be able to hear "protect the queen" ringing up through the masses. That was always a charming thing to hear, and it made one feel great about themselves. Of course, the tactic was usually to retreat and use superior numbers and underground networks to attack.
Here...there were none of that. No underground colonies to use, none of her species to subjugate and use, she wasn't even able to lay any eggs to create any! Sadly, she needed them to be fertilized, and she had no people here to do that. So there she was then...alone. Completely alone, and at the mercy of whatever this world threw at her. At least what was thrown at her wasn't too bad. However, there were the cold elements of the world, snow, rain, ugh! Water. A little was okay, but there was a lot of it in some places. Her world was a little dryer...arid, beautiful really in her opinion. This place was wet. Even the air felt...wet.
However, going further south got warmer, much warmer, which was nice.
The strange insectoid creature walked along with the poise and grace of a Queen, and rightly so. Females of her species were just that, Queens. Her naturally banded exoskeleton gleamed in the light as she strutted through the grass. Large black eyes carefully examined the grassland before her. Warm, but not as warm as she would have liked. There was a desert...far...far off, and even then, she wasn't sure if that's where she wanted to end up. Sand was hard to properly create an underground network, though it dampened and muffled vibrations from above, it was still incredibly hard to create proper structures. Still...it would be warm.
She flexed her wings as she walked, feeling the air rush around them. They were an odd sort, they looked so delicate and fragile, like cobwebs suspended between jointed spars. The back of her body was covered in spines to protect her, while the front was lacking in much defence. She was an elegant sort of creature, with a large natural grouping of spikes growing from her forehead upwards, one of the longer spikes ending in a spade formation to look like a monarch's crown of some sort. Her vertical mouth with small mandibles open and closed as she tried to hum to herself, the end result sounding more like clicking however.
She was alone, and in a new world, it made her very nervous to say the least. She wanted to go home, but at the same time, she wanted to explore the world. It was a beautiful place, it had a lot more environments than hers ever could hope for. She did just wish she had a few worker drones around, something at least to make her feel like she wasn't so...alone. That's what it came right back to, her cyclical thinking. She was alone. In her head, she heard no callings, no sounds, just her own thoughts, instead of the buzz of a million others. It was honestly disturbing to know that there was nothing.
She was still getting used to her thoughts, and only her thoughts. No one agreeing with her in her mind, no one giving locations of food and water, or of enemies, there was just...no one. She wondered how her people were faring without her. No doubt her sudden disappearance was quite confusing for her people. She just hoped that one of her 'daughters' would be able to transform into the new queen and take over. That was another slightly saddening thought. Not only would her 'daughters' be ill-prepared for this, a fight for succession would happen within the colony, and by the end of it...there would only be one left. Not to mention, she would no longer have her own colony, it would become her 'daughter's' colony, and she would be killed on sight as an intruder upon their territory.
A lonely life to live it seemed, with fate unknown, and destiny unseen.
