Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
T
he day which Mephisto came to Novus was a day like any other. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to suggest the disruption of a newcomer. It was just as she would like to make an entrance, unnoticed and quiet.Far above the world, she soared like a dark cloud against the gathering night, her black wings stretched to the heavens. Mephisto was a silent of hunter, watching – always watching. Her cerulean eyes lock onto the world beneath, determining as she travels where she might settle herself. In a way, she was a nomadic sort of creature. No one could tell you where exactly she’d come from, originally… only that she’d appeared first in the Riftlands. She is a creature of contraries - born to live on the outskirts, never quite fitting into herd life, yet she sought something more than solitude tonight.
With the moon at her back, she turned toward the west, following the path of the dying sun. Circling the Dusk Court, Mephisto lands soundlessly in the brush. Her eyes are cold and blue as the winter sea as they fall on the horses that lingered in the darkness. While the day might be filled with laughter and play, those who gathered in darkness were seldom up to such jovial matters. Instead, there is a quiet sense of serenity in this place, and Mephisto appreciates the stillness. Astute and cold, she stayed far from those preparing for sleep, shielding herself in a blanket of caution and careful calculation.
Her wandering spirit carries her about the kingdom, until at long last she stops along the treeline, listening as an owl takes flight in the growing darkness, its wings beating against the indigo sky as it went to hunt a mouse. Focusing on the place where the sky met the earth, she watched as a stranger on the horizon grew closer and closer. Only once it is close enough for the scent to permeate this place does Mephisto step forward, moonlight inching across the black and blue hues of her coat. Intelligent eyes focus in for a moment, making out the stranger’s form, and beneath the autumn moon, she waits in silence to see if she would be welcomed here or sent away.
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