Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
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t is easy to talk to the painted mare, and Mephisto doesn’t mind spending more time lazing in the swamp. She liked it here. Tinea was a strange place for some to visit, but the warg had always liked the way dappled sunlight blinked through a thick haze of trees. She found bullfrog’s cry and the quiet splashing of waterfowl and fish, quite soothing. But more than anything, this was a place where she came to think – to escape from the court life, which so often seemed stifling to the Pegasus. She had never really been one to fit a mold, always feeling like something of an outsider.As Aoife mentions the god of her people, Mephisto was admittedly caught off guard. She quirks a brow, a curious smile tipping at her lips. It wasn’t that she meant to laugh or make light of anyone’s religion – but the idea of a god eating his own people was peculiar, to say the least. "I must say… I don’t think I’d like to meet your horned god. I’m not much for gods or their whims.” Like the mare beside her, Mephisto had always considered herself something of a skeptic – open to the idea of gods, but wanting more proof before blindly following a cause. Still, she knew better than to talk badly of Vespera, for there were those who were far more pious than she, and Mephisto would be wise to stay in the good graces of her court.
"Different isn’t bad.” she offers simply, noting the crestfallen look of the mare. She hadn’t meant to offend, of course. "The Court benefits from those from all walks of life – with all kinds of experience and gifts to offer.” She muses for a moment, on what she truly had to give to Marisol and the Terrestellans. Once, she had trained with the Halcyon Air Unit, aiming to bring glory to the Court by giving her service to defend. But now… now there was a strange and foreign magic unfolding within her.
Mephisto was only beginning to understand the warg powers which captured her psyche, leaving her in a defenseless and vulnerable state each time they seized her. She could not fight, not with the handicap of her magic. Instead, she had hopes at becoming more of a sentry-spy, and harnessing her power – taming it even, to bend to her will. Still, it would be a long and laborious road.
"To the South, beyond the fields, you will find the citadel – seat of the Queen and her counsel. If you plan to stay, you should come to see the Court. Not everyone decides to stay in the city, but it’s a useful place to start or to learn about the history and lore.” She pauses for a moment, thinking of her own entrance to Terrestella, thinking of the king who’d welcomed her. "I can show you the way, if you’d like?”
It was a strange thing, the dark mare being so open and uncharacteristically warm… but after her months of isolation, while grappling with the newness of her magic, perhaps company was just what she needed.
Mephisto | "speaks" | @Aoife
