Mephisto was new to this land, but already she began to feel an itch to wander. She’d listened and observed the goings on in the Dusk Court, had decided already that it would become her home… and yet she felt no loyalty to this point for those who dwelled within its walls. Though the dark Pegasus was still exploring the wilds of Novus, she’d begun to make some sense of its divisions. The lands were still nameless to her, as were the gods… but they almost certainly worshiped some sort of deity, for whispers had already found their way to her. And so, Mephisto had made it her mission today to learn more of the lore, to find the place where those who dwelled in Novus paid their dues to their gods. Thus, she finds herself in Ruris.
For a piece, she walked alone in the dusky autumn night. There was a coolness and a stillness to the shadows, and it called to her vagabond soul. Drawn away from the din, she relished the quiet that surrounded her, listening to the crickets and bullfrogs as their chorus joined with the cry of the wolf pack. Moonlight lit her path, bright and high in the sky, bathing the world in silver shadows. With every step, she found herself close to Veneror Peak, convinced that the gods would find the highest place to the heavens, to make their home.
Where she’d come from, there’d been no gods or overlords – there was only a wild sort of magic which dictated their fortunes and outlook. In a way, she had learned to appreciate the twisting fate of time… but there was something to be said for the stability of the Solar Courts here. Though Dusk Court was not without its drama and chaos, there is at least a sequence to the land. Still, she is as much an outsider as Huntington – nameless and hopelessly new to this strange world.
With her mind lost in thought, the warg might have missed the quiet footfalls of Huntington – but she is always at least mildly focused on her surroundings. Call it a woman’s intuition, a spy’s innate senses… but in either case, she turns toward the sound and just makes out the skull-like markings of her face in the moonlight.
Good evening. Mephisto’s voice is low and smooth as she addresses the second mare, stepping closer with her blue-black wings tucked tight against her frame. What brings you into the night, in this place so devoid of other wanderers? It was a question she could easily ask herself, but she stands awaiting response from the stranger instead.
For a piece, she walked alone in the dusky autumn night. There was a coolness and a stillness to the shadows, and it called to her vagabond soul. Drawn away from the din, she relished the quiet that surrounded her, listening to the crickets and bullfrogs as their chorus joined with the cry of the wolf pack. Moonlight lit her path, bright and high in the sky, bathing the world in silver shadows. With every step, she found herself close to Veneror Peak, convinced that the gods would find the highest place to the heavens, to make their home.
Where she’d come from, there’d been no gods or overlords – there was only a wild sort of magic which dictated their fortunes and outlook. In a way, she had learned to appreciate the twisting fate of time… but there was something to be said for the stability of the Solar Courts here. Though Dusk Court was not without its drama and chaos, there is at least a sequence to the land. Still, she is as much an outsider as Huntington – nameless and hopelessly new to this strange world.
With her mind lost in thought, the warg might have missed the quiet footfalls of Huntington – but she is always at least mildly focused on her surroundings. Call it a woman’s intuition, a spy’s innate senses… but in either case, she turns toward the sound and just makes out the skull-like markings of her face in the moonlight.
Good evening. Mephisto’s voice is low and smooth as she addresses the second mare, stepping closer with her blue-black wings tucked tight against her frame. What brings you into the night, in this place so devoid of other wanderers? It was a question she could easily ask herself, but she stands awaiting response from the stranger instead.
