Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
T
he spy in Mephisto is astute enough to catch their hesitation, even as their lips twist into forced smiles and welcoming words are passed to her. That was fine… she preferred it actually… for caution was necessary for survival. In truth, they had nothing to fear from the warg. She had her sights set on a purpose, lost like a dandelion on the wind for far too long since being ripped from Gabriel’s court. In truth, her vagueness wasn’t something she used out of malice… How else could she explain the dark magic of the Rift, which twisted time into an illusion, sweeping them and everything they built into the vortex. It was all just too strange for those who hadn’t experienced it themselves.She nods to the suggestion that they should walk, falling into an easy step beside them as she fishes for information which might lead to them trusting her presence a bit more. Even though Mephisto hadn’t been here long, she had seen that all of the courts seemed to be on edge (though the circumstances weren’t fully understood of yet), so she knows that the words she chooses will carry significance, and she weighs them carefully.
It has been some time since I have found myself around others… but I fought for another place once… somewhere far from here. It had been a land which knew no gods but magic, dark and feral. She’d been an outsider there too, she remembered… at least until Gabriel had given her a chance. Like Asterion, his father was giving without question. The red stallion had been an honorable creature, one Mephisto was pleased to serve. For he had always put the interest of the Court ahead of his own ambition, making him an easy leader to follow. Late at night when her thoughts got away from her, Mephisto had to wonder what had happened to Gabriel and his queen – to their winter land, swallowed whole by the shifting rifttide – and bitterness stings her tongue. She will always resent the magic for taking the soul of her home.
Perhaps this is why she had wandered alone for far too long, afraid in a way, to care too much. There is no sign of this hesitation in Mephisto though. She is not a creature to show weakness or vulnerability. Still, it is difficult not to find a bond in shared purpose. Here, she would find that once more.
Her indigo eyes roam over this land, taking in the sight of the court’s temple, bringing to mind the most innocent of questions (though she knows nothing about the proverbial ‘bag of worms’ she opens with the words). Is this temple for your gods? I am curious to hear of the creatures who built such a place.
@Asterion @Marisol
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