Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
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tardust shone across the blackened landscape, like a thousand tiny candles in the darkness. It was a wonderous thing – but then, Mephisto was not a stranger to wonder. Indeed, her life had been a storied one. The lands where she’d called home had been tumultuous and changing – not unlike the mysterious island which had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, shifting and twisting in the throws of dark magic. There is a bite to the air which whispers of a strange and an old sort of enchantment. It is a place of marvel and intrigue – and the dark Pegasus thirsts for such things.She is respectful of the land, knowing better than to let complacency drive her forward. For behind each dark corner, there is a hint of something dangerous. Hackles raised, her cobalt eyes are sharp and shrewd. She is watching – always watching – ever the spy looking over her shoulder. As she sidesteps the winding fog and delves deeper into this curious place, fluted ears flick to and fro, gathering any sound that might pierce the eerie silence. Not even the wind dared to blow in this place, hushed to a whisper as it teases her curls.
Soundlessly, she rises to the sky on great black-blue wings. Stars kiss at her feathers as the world falls away and she fully embraces the endless abyss. Without shackles to hold her down, Mephisto feels freer than ever, with stardust brushing hotly against her skin. She never wants to let the feeling go, but knows still that she must. That duty will call her home once more.
Home.
The Dusk Court was a place which had likely already forgotten her name. In a way, she had abandoned the place she vowed to serve, a thought which gave her pause and guilt. Gone now was the king, and in his place, Marisol reigned. Would she remember the Halcyon recruit? Would she demand an explanation for Mephisto’s absence? Time would tell.
Truly it hadn’t been her intent to go – but as strange magics seemed to emerge in her, Mephisto had been afraid. She had stolen away from the others, unsure of how to define the changes within her body… within her mind. What was once her strongest asset now seemed a thing which couldn’t be trusted. As the warg took over Mephisto, it stole away her will and her ability to choose. It had left her helpless and exposed. In time, Mephisto had learned to cope with the sensation, and had come to realize that her visions could be an asset instead of a vulnerability.
But would they welcome her back? Would they see her strange gift as a strength, or would they cast her aside as an outcast? Mephisto couldn’t know… but she had to return home. She had to make amends. For now though, she wanted nothing more than to remain in the starfield, lost to the cosmos. Lost to something more to herself.
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