Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
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f the dark pegasus was put off by the quirky mare’s appearance or small stature, she didn’t let it show. Indeed, Mephisto wasn’t one to judge. Instead, she simply nods in response, dipping her own feet into the summer-warmed water and letting her legs sink slowly into the murk. It was said the mud in Tinea had healing properties, as much as the herbs and plants which fringed the water’s edge. This was a place for the healers and medics of Novus to congragate, and Mephisto knew they would call from all corners of Novus to experience the healing waters firsthhand."You’re not from around here…" it was a statement as much as a question – not accusing, but curious. There was a bit of an accented tone to the mare’s voice, one that spoke of somewhere far from here. Even if there wasn’t, Terrastella’s spy would have noted the way she carried herself, the way she stammered at being caught unaware, the subtle flush of her skin. Aoife needn’t fear though – the Dusk Court was a welcoming place and Mephisto was far from an unkindly sort, despite her reputation as a loner.
While she wasn’t one to roll out the welcome wagon, the blue-black mare remembered too well how it felt to be in someplace new, to know little about the place, to reinvent oneself again. "This is Terrastella – Tinea Swamp, to be more precise." She pauses, eyes blinking skyward for a moment, as if wondering how much of the lore she truly believed. "It is the land of Vespera, goddess of Dusk." As she wasn’t a scholar, Mephisto had little additional context to provide – for she could not claim to be a zealously religious sort. The history of Terrastella was written in thick tomes in the citadel, and should Aoife wish to know more, she could certainly find it there.
"I am Mephisto" she offers simply – no title, no rank. The warg was simply another wanderer who, like so many before her, had found herself in this place and settled quietly into the peace of the seaside cliffs and starkissed sunsets. Stepping deeper into the swamp, she let the inky waters brush against her belly, then her sides, until she was enveloped within the murky warmth.
"What will you do now?" It was a strange thing, having no plans or preconceptions. And for a moment, Mephisto allows herself to contemplate what she would do, if she were returning to this place for the first time again.
@Mephisto | "speaks" | @Aoife – No worries at all… I haven’t written a word in a year, so I’m right there with you <3
