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Mephisto
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he thought she was alone in the night, taking a break from the court tour and stepping away into the shadows to find some relief.  Mephisto had never been one for large groups and awkward conversation with strangers, so it was peaceful for her to slip into the cover of moonlight, closing her eyes and letting the autumn winds wash over her.  All around, the sounds of night come to life.  She hears a distant wolf cry, a closer bullfrog calling to a mate, the ever present hum of crickets.  Strange, but it was starting to feel like home here, and the warg took pleasure at the thought of purpose once more.

She walked farther from the others, deep into the wood where she thought she could be alone… but Vespera had other plans for her on this evening.  As she delved deeper into the thick green brush, she began to become keenly aware of Ankou.  First, she smelled him – something foreign and a little wild.  Not of Novus (though the same could be said for her, to be honest).  Curiosity washes away her mild annoyance at finding another when she desperately wanted to be alone, and she shifted her path to find the Pegasus.

Her own wings are tucked against her, not so much to stave off cold or to hide them, than to keep them from brushing against the thick foliage as she walked.  Only once she is close enough to see him does she allow them to extend just a bit from her body, wind ruffling her dark plumage.  For a moment, the two simply stare at one another, strangers like passing ships in the night, each interrupting the other’s quiet.  But then, it is Mephisto who speaks first, bowing her head in a stoic sort of greeting, sending tendrils of ink and cobalt across her face.

Good evening. Her voice is low and silky, like hounds baying before a hunt.  There is a strange sort of accent which tinges her words, something old-world and perhaps aristocratic.  What brings you to the Dusk Court, stranger?  And she waits, not offering her name or a greeting, and not meaning any malice by her words.  Mephisto is simply curious.



@Ankou  <3  sorry it took me so long to respond... baby is kicking my butt

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drowning in old memories; - by Ankou - 03-09-2019, 12:05 PM
RE: drowning in old memories; - by Mephisto - 03-15-2019, 09:24 AM
RE: drowning in old memories; - by Ankou - 03-19-2019, 02:31 PM
RE: drowning in old memories; - by Mephisto - 03-24-2019, 10:40 AM
RE: drowning in old memories; - by Ankou - 04-02-2019, 09:31 AM
RE: drowning in old memories; - by Mephisto - 04-06-2019, 01:58 AM
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