Mephisto
dusk court spy
dusk court spy
A
feeling of dread washed over the Pegasus, as her wings fold tightly against her body. She walked the familiar roads, shirking the places she knew would be crowded with others, and straying toward the shadows. It would not do for the citizens of the Dusk Court to see her like this – returning to the place which had been welcoming before, now defeated by her own self-doubt. Mephisto hadn’t been in this place long, but she had taken an oath to serve their cause… and then she had deserted them. What had transpired since, she could not know. But she knew one thing – they would not welcome her back with open arms… nor should they.She could make excuses, or try to explain the strange phenomenon which had overtaken her mind… but it wouldn’t brush away the sting of betrayal. Carefully, the mare sidestepped the Halcyon barracks, cerulean eyes searching for the few familiar faces she’d seen during her brief stay within the barrack walls. In a way, it was ironic that Mephisto even found herself back in this place. She had never really been one for community and culture, much preferring the wilds and the unknown. Still too, she needed them. She needed a place to belong, and a cause to stand for once again.
And so, she makes her way back to this place. Drawing a steadying breath as she steps into the summer sun and her wings unfold in reflex, Mephisto comes. She comes to the seat of power in Terrastella, climbing up the citadel steps, each fall of her hooves against stone an ominous sort of sound. Her voice is a little more than a quiet whisper as she speaks to the keepers which guard this place. ”I wish to see the king.”
Queen., they correct.
One eyebrow quirks as she wonders where Asterion had gone, musing quietly to herself that she must have been away longer than she thought. Padding along silently beside them, Mephisto chokes back her pride, tossing her head high and imposing a humbled apology into her eyes as she is led down a long hall of shale and sandstone and into a waiting chamber. And then, she waits for the lashing that would come, for the explanation to be demanded, and for her fate in this place to be decided once more.
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