Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
M
ephisto knows what it is, to desire freedom. For her, it is in stretching her wings and soaring to the heavens. In the sky, she leaves behind the shackles of this world. Before her, there is only sky and stardust, an infinite expanse of possibility. Gone are the worries and doubts she faces in the mortal world, gone are the burdens of herd-life and the unease at fitting into a hierarchy she was never destined to mold. So, she can understand the feelings which spur the red-dun stallion into playful antics, even as a chuckle escapes her lips. She watches him for some time, not wanting to interrupt what was obviously his moment of bliss, wondering what it was to feel so free that he hadn’t a care who watched or wondered. There was a time where Mephisto had felt this unburdened independence, but now, the weight of her newly discovered magic was enough to drive her mind to madness. It had been occupying her every waking moment of late, and for a hairs-breadth second, she allows the feelings of self-doubt to wash away and simply takes in the day as Willfur does. Carefree, and released.
It is only once he slows his breakneck antics that she steps from the treeline toward him, black wings tucked tightly against her frame as the long grasses of Eluetheria Plain skim the underside of her belly. Mephisto whickers quietly so as not to scare him, shuffling forward as she blinks away the sunlight and breathes in the sweet scent of summer wildflowers and teasing breezes. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She tilts her face toward the sun, letting its rays kiss away the last stings of winter, an easy smile edging at her lips. “I, for one, am ready for warmer days.” A strange sentiment coming from the mare who once called the Winter Court her home – but Mephisto had always had an appreciation for the seasons… and it was time for the sun to shine upon Novus once more.
“I am Mephisto,” she offers to the stranger, dipping her head slightly in greeting. “What brings you to this place… aside from the sunsoaked morning, of course…?”
Mephisto | "speaks" | @Willfur
