Mephisto
dusk court spy
dusk court spy
T
he deer ran, faster than it had ever run before. It’s heart thrummed loudly in its chest, as if it could almost burst from the walls which held it, as powerful legs pushed further and further from the roiling magic. Where once there were endless mirrors and glass, endless quiet, now there is only the roar of change as it rips through the landscape. And before the creature can escape it, the deer is swallowed whole by the darkness.Mephisto returns to her earthly form with a gasp, clawing at the darkness that drowned her as a sheen of sweat and the scent of fear grew across her dark pelt. Her breath is ragged as she struggles for composure, wide blue eyes turning back toward normal now as each calming breath brings her back to her sanity. The deer was close to her thoughts though, even as she shivered and felt the brush against her sides, blinked up at the sun which shone unabashedly upon her. She was alive, Mephisto reassured herself… even if the creature whose vision she’d shared was not. It was a victim of the magic, she decided, rising unsteadily to her feet and making her way toward a small stream nearby, splashing the cool water on her face and willing herself to separate her emotions from the reality of what had happened.
She couldn’t be certain of where the deer had been, but had suspicions that the land of mirrors was none other than Tempus’ island, completely foreign and ever changing. Mephisto had once been caught in the torrential magic as it shifted, a terrifying event she’d rather not repeat. Still, curiosity has her turning toward the source, and she looks back only once at her peaceful forest home before leaving Terrestella to follow her interest, seeking the deer and the strange magic which stole it away.
Where once a towering volcano stood in the sea, now there is merely a rocky protrusion. She swoops low in the sky, finding an opening and stepping into its mouth with a deep breath to steady herself once more. After all, Mephisto knew better than to trust the magic wholly. She knew this island was a tempestuous place, one which held little regard for life or curious wanderers.
Following the scent of the deer, she made her way through the cave, carefully stepping toward the light which seemed to grow closer and closer, until at last the warg find herself staring at a grand castle and village. Don’t trust it… for nothing is what it seems, she reminds herself, even as she steps onto the cobblestone streets which led to the palace.
It was strange, she decided… for this place seemed as much a real city as her own home, albeit with a strange hum of magic. Mephisto peeked inside an open shop door, finding wares along the walls, but no life to be seen. It was strange, she decided, shivering from the eeriness of the emptiness around her, even as she turns toward the sound of another approaching. Hooves on stone. The sound is umistakable, but the warg is cautious – for she cannot know if it’s another curious wanderer or some specter long lost in this ghost city.
“Hello?” Her voice is little more than a hushed whisper in the otherwise silent world, curiosity carefully banked as she waits to see the face of the approaching beast.
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