Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
T
he morning had started quite unremarkably. Mephisto was still adjusting to life in a ‘court’ – a concept far more foreign to the dark Pegasus than she cared to admit. There was a certain poetry to the routine of the day. She woke, prepared herself, and trained alongside the Halcyon. While she didn’t consider herself terribly religious, the routine had instilled in her something of a sense of responsibility and loyalty. If nothing else, the mistress was impressed with the dedication of Marisol’s soldiers, and she strove to do her best regardless of circumstance and background. Still, it did her soul well to get away from time to time, and taking to the skies, she rose toward the heavens with a sense of freedom – leaving the weight of duty behind.As she flew beside the birds, Mephisto felt her heart grow lighter, and a rare smile began to cross her face. After all – it was in these moments alone that she felt welcome to relax, letting her eagle eyes roam curiously over Novus with a mild interest, taking note of things which looked out of place but not letting worry cloud her new-found freedom. Things were not always as they seemed though, and as she pressed northward, the skies grew darker in a way that seemed less magical and more ominous – driving her to move closer to investigate.
Closer toward the volcano, the air began to grow thick with dark ash, and she knew instinctively that things were not right. Visibility faded, and as she returned to the ground, her warg took over – taking the form of a sea lion far from the shore. Through its eyes, she can see much more clearly – she can feel the panic in the creature’s breast as it watches ash and fire spitting into the air, not fully understanding the implications of what this occurrence would bring. Helpless to release the host, she simply waits until the warg powers subside, left breathless as she ponders what came next, but knowing all the while that duty would bring her back to Terrestella once more – to share what she had seen.
And so, the dark mare flees once more, speed at her back as she rushes back to the barracks, heralding for Marisol as she went.
rallidae
***STAFF EDIT
@mephisto has rolled a 1! She has been awarded +10 signos
