Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
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heir offer is made, and Mephisto considers it as she walks like a dark cloud beside them. The autumn wind stings at her mane, teasing her wings as they itch to rise in flight, and when her feathers ruffle, she notices Marisol watching them. Surely, she would pass muster, but it would also be clear to them soon enough that she was not exactly a fighter. Mephisto’s talents were in her watching, serving as a sentry far above the world, and seeing through the eyes of the many hosts she has come to know. Though her warg powers were not yet revealed to the relative strangers of the Dusk Court, it could not be kept a secret for long.She nods mutely to Marisol. I will fly with you then. As Asterion leaves them, she offers the star-studded king a nod of respect before turning her attentions back to the warrior maiden with wariness in her eyes. Mephisto knew instinctively that this path would test her and would not be an easy one. She would have to earn her stripes here, to prove her worth just as she had done for the Winter Court. In time, they would see her as a loyal member of the Halcyon unit, and she resolved herself to showing them just that.
Though the idea of sleeping in barracks was not appealing, she turned to follow the commander there, relishing the last moments of dusk as night began to creep over the kingdom. In the place of dying sunlight rose dusky shadows, and with it came the sparkle of stars and sallow moonlight. The autumn breeze continued to play against them, though now the world grew still with silence, with only the whisper of nocturnal beasts rising to the night air. They walked in silence for several minutes, each mare guarded, before Mephisto finally asked the question:
I would like to know more about the air unit… the Halcyons, you are called? Perhaps in the morning, we can find somewhere to speak in more detail? She didn’t want to keep the commander waiting, curious to explore the barracks on her own and find her footing in this strange new world… but still there is a nagging curiosity that begs to know more about the mission, and where she might find a place.
@Asterion @Marisol
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