Mephisto
dusk court spy
dusk court spy
S
he shivers as her eyes meet his, finding recognition and the peace that follows. But still, the warg cannot let down her guard. A tight smile edges on her lips as she nods to Asterion, pleased to see him but ever cautious of the magic which hummed around them. For she knew all too well that things could change in an instant. In fact, it would probably be best for her to leave the island alone entirely, but something always pulls her back. Like a compass pointing to north, she cannot turn from the mystery which seizes her curiosity, even if the warg is ever distrustful of the strange magic in Tempus’ playground.“You don’t have to tell me twice…” She steps from the doorframe, a shiver creeping up her spine – for it was strange to see the shelves so full but the town so bare – as if some spectacular event had simply vanished all life within this place. Stepping closer to the male, she reaches out, nodding her forehead against his shoulder in a friendly sort of greeting before questions cloud her eyes once more. “Been a while…?” She quirks an eyebrow in question, but does not press him about his whereabouts. After all, there might be bad blood involved… all she knew was that he had left the throne to Marisol, an arrangement which seemed to be working for Terrestella, even if she personally missed his presence.
Together, the two fall into an easy pace, wandering the empty streets, their hooves the only sound in the strange stillness of the city. “What do you suppose happened here? It’s almost like time stopped, stealing all life away…” Just as she speaks, a rabbit rustles between a nearby bush before hopping out in front of their path. “Well… almost all life…”
The minutes stretched on as they worked their way through the labyrinth of roads, weaving toward the towering castle as if they were destined to find it. Turning toward Asterion, Mephisto opens her mouth to speak once more, but no sound escapes. Instead, her eyes go milky white, her body stiff with a shiver. And she is gone from this world, lost to the vision.
They watch, just beyond the empty houses, just behind the treeline… not one, but many. Hearts beat and breath matches, a low growl of hunger rumbling through the beast as the scent of the strangers reaches through the stillness. Blood. Hunt. Life.
Mephisto shakes away the vision, her knees wobbling as sweat again tinges her dark coat darker. Blue eyes fight through the fog to focus, scanning the treeline even as she leans heavily into Asterion, nudging him to the left as she wedges herself between the thing and her former king. “Stay sharp, Asterion… we are not alone here…” Her voice is as cautious as it is weary, as she coaxes him forward with urgency. “Let’s get to the castle… it’s not safe in this place.”
Mepisto | "speaks" | @Asterion
