Now that he was back with his family again he supposed he better get to know the ones that had been born in the time he was away—most importantly his sister's children. He already knew about Avacyn being the next Matriarch which he would have assumed whether Manea told him or not. Being the oldest girl of the bunch made that easy enough. She seemed to be a smart girl, not all that different than how Manea was around her age, but she hadn't spent a ton of time with her yet either. Who he was a little more interested in was the only son of the bunch. Being a Mendacium male was an interesting position to be in so there was always automatically something to connect on there.

He knew Saracyn had been hurt semi recently so he had to wait until his nephew was back on his feet, but as soon as he was feeling up to it he started looking for an opportunity for them to get to know one another. He had spotted a herd of mule deer roaming through the Rock Garden, taking advantage of the fresh growth of thick grass that had sprung up after all the spring storms, and what better bonding activity was there besides hunting? He walked with Saracyn off of the island, glancing toward the young man at his side as the crossed the land bridge that connected them to the mainland. "First time out since the tumble?" he questioned, trying to gauge how much of the heavy lifting he should expect from his nephew or how much he'd need to take on.

"Deimos Mendacium"

After what seemed like weeks of excruciating torture and being confined to his den until he lost his mind, Saracyn was finally able to venture off of Alias Island with his mother's consent and Irilyth's medical sign off. Thankfully his wounds hadn't been severe—no broken or fractured bones, only muscle bruising and sprains—and he had healed considerably faster than he would have if it were worse. Throughout it all, all Sara could think about was getting out and being active again, hunting and fishing and fighting. He was very much growing up to be the typical manly man, interested in all the traditional masculine activities one would expect a prince to be exemplary at. Still, he was having difficulty wrapping his head around who he was supposed to be in the pack, and in the Mendacium family as well. Being a male in a matriarchal society left him with more questions than answers and nobody seemed to be able to give him anything to work with. With Elysium also being predominantly female, it was easy for the wayward adolescent to feel lost in his own world.

Not long after he'd been given the all clear by Irilyth to resume his normal daily activities, his Uncle Deimos had approached him and invited him out for a hunt. Thank the gods, something he was actually interested in! And the cherry on top? Deimos was taking him to the mainland as well! Together the two Mendacium brutes made their way across the land bridge to the mainland, stalking across the Rock Garden side by side. Saracyn, though young, matched his uncle in height, although the older male had considerably more muscle mass on him than the growing adolescent did. Deimos asked if this was his first time out since his fall and Sara's lips pursed together. "Out of the den? No. Off the island? Yeah." Cold cobalt eyes turned his uncle's way. "I won't slow you down if that's what you're asking. I'm fine." A heavy sigh of exasperation slipped from the young wolf's lips as his eyes turned forwards again. He was so tired of others questioning or doubting his capabilities. He hadn't died, so what was the big deal?

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Deimos smirked at his nephew's attitude when asked about whether this was his first time out since his injuries. He had all the hallmark headstrong notions that their family tended to carry and it gave Deimos a good glimpse into what the younger Mendacium was like. "Not at all," he replied with a chuckle, turning his aqua gaze back to the path in front of them as he continued to scout out their target. "I was just curious about how your recovery had been going, that's all. Besides, we both know that we could probably hunt circles around anyone not of our blood even if we were missing a leg." He chuckled again and tossed Saracyn a grin as he glanced toward his nephew again. It had been a long, long time since he had been around his family and been able to bask in the knowledge of the strength and superiority they held. It was nice to be with Saracyn and see that the Mendacium souls were still running strong and that his sister had done well when it came to choosing her mate. Hopefully he could say the same for himself once he and Ikigai had their first litter.

He slowed a bit when he caught the scent of the deer he had been tracking, focusing in on the hunt and putting his thoughts of family on the back burner for a moment. Using the rocks as cover and moving from boulder to boulder as they moved closer, they eventually had the small herd of mule deer in their sights. There was a large buck that stood on the opposite side of the herd from where they were standing and three does scattered around him grazing while the buck kept watch between bites of grass. What Deimos was interested in was the young adolescent buck that was sticking close to its mother's side. These deer were so large that even the younglings were pretty sizable and would be a good meal for quite a few wolves tonight. Deimos nodded to the one he had picked out, looking to Sara to make sure he made the connection as well. "We'll make this quick and easy. We run in, I'll get between the kid and the herd and keep them from charging at us and you drive it away from the herd. Then the two of us can bring it down easy. Deal?" he whispered, waiting for Saracyn to agree before he made a move. He wasn't one for complicated plans or traps. With as much physical strength and ability as they had why would they need to?

"Deimos Medacium"

Saracyn's dour expression shifted and lifted even if only for a moment when his uncle smirked and assured him that he was just curious about his recovery and that he knew they could both outhunt anyone else. The white marks around Sara's eyes lifted as he raised a brow to Deimos' unexpected response. In recent times, he had felt his family was starting to go soft, no longer viewing themselves as the superior beings destined to control the world. His mother in particular had begun opening herself up to more and more outsiders, starting first with her golden whore, then those orphaned blue wretches, then the blind alpha from the south and the Hallows couple she and his father liked to host. It had made him begin to question his own mother's beliefs and commitment to their superiority, and he had wondered if perhaps she was trying to bring them down to everyone else's level. What a refreshing breath of air Deimos was appearing to be.

The blood-furred prince didn't reply verbally, but his curious glance and little sadistic grin touched his lips in response to Deimos' own grinning features would say enough for now. Saracyn was still brooding over the ideas that his family seemed to be forgetting their own importance, but there was little he felt he could do. As a male Mendacium—and a young one at that—he held neither the power nor influence to do anything other than exist in stasis. Granted, that stasis did have the benefit of coming with Avacyn kisses, but he still felt trapped in his own circumstances far beyond his control. To say that it was frustrating would have been a major understatement. No more words were exchanged between the brutes while they hunted, soon tracking down a herd of mule deer. The wolves utilized the cover of the rocks to get in closer, piercing cobalt eyes canning the small cluster. A full size buck, three does, and a yearling. Easy pickings, most of them.

Deimos gestured to his chosen prey—the adolescent buck. The plan his uncle came up with was straightforward and simple. Get in, play keep away, kill it. Over and done with. There was no need to do any complicated performances when the two males had more than enough natural strength and weaponry to bring down the young deer. "An easy day," he rumbled in remark, giving a nod to his uncle. Saracyn silently crept away from Deimos, moving to get into position around the side of the herd. He used the large rocks for cover, knowing his red fur would be a giant red flag if they saw him. He maneuvered stealthily and swiftly into position, placing himself along the side of the herd opposite of Deimos. When his uncle came out to distract them, there was no doubt the mother and son would try to flee in his direction.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Deimos nodded as Saracyn agreed to the simple sibilance of a plan he presented and then waited while Saracyn began to move off, putting a bit of distance between the two of them. He watched as glimpses of Saracyn's red fur peeked out from between the rocks as he made his way to his hiding spot. Once his nephew came to a stop on the other side of the herd Deimos directed his attention back to the deer that were now sandwiched between them. He waited behind the rock he was using for cover, just peeking past the edge of it to keep a line of sight with the herd, and crouched as he lingered and waited for the right moment to strike. The wind at least was fairly still, keeping their scents from blowing in the deer's direction too much and alerting them too early to their presence.

It just took a few moments for the mother and her son to drift a bit further from the rest of the herd in their efforts to move toward an untouched patch of greenery. Once the buck lowered his head to take another bite Deimos used that as his cue to rush out of his hiding place, launching his massive form toward the deer in question with loud, roaring growls and snarls to startle them. He rushed forward with loud footfalls, no longer trying to hide as he ran in with full intent to get the herd running. He did just that and the large prey animals took off with panicked bellows and their long, leaping strides. He dove in-between the rest of the herd and the adolescent, the young buck and its mother having to skid and change directions quickly to keep from running into him in the process. They quickly changed directions and instead wound up bouncing off toward Saracyn's hiding spot and once Deimos was sure they were going in the right direction he turned his gaze back toward the rest of the herd for a moment just to make sure they kept moving and didn't try to double back for their kin.

"Deimos Medacium"

It wasn't long after he had settled in his ambush position that Saracyn heard the growls and snarls of his uncle kicking off their hunt. He peeked up out of his cover, snickering a bit at Deimos' brash display of aggression to kick the herd up into a panicked frenzy. It worked though, and soon the deer were off running, Deimos maneuvering to split off the doe and adolescent from the rest of the group. Thundering hooves brought the cervines closer to his hiding spot, and once they came too close to change direction, Sara leaped up atop the rock, snarling and focusing his deadly gaze at the young buck. The two deer attempted to skid and change directions again, but Saracyn moved first, leaping off the rock to land his full weight down on the buck. The young deer bellowed out in a panic, the dire wolf's weight sending it crashing to the ground in a skitter of spindly legs while its mother continued to run off.

Saracyn wasted no time. Once the buck was down, he only had a matter of moments to end its life before it became a dangerous opponent to face off against. Using the element of surprise to his advantage, Saracyn quickly lunged up to wrap his powerful jaws around the back of the buck's neck right at the base of its skull where its vertebrae were the weakest. The deer bellowed and tried to throw the wolf off of it, but Sara clamped down harder, serrated teeth digging through flesh and muscle until they scraped against bone. With how hard he was holding the animal's neck, the buck was unable to even turn its head. A little more pressure and Saracyn felt the deer's neck snap with a satisfying crunch of bone. Long legs flailed out as the deer collapsed again in a heap, still alive but no longer able to move. Saracyn didn't allow the creature to suffer for long, the wolf righting himself and lunging to sink his fangs into his prey's throat, tearing through jugular and carotid all at once to end its life in a gush of gore and blood. Unable to move, unable to breathe, the deer simply lay in the predator's jaws until it succumbed to its fatal injuries.

All the while he held the dying deer, Saracyn leered up at the hapless mother, seeing the conflict in the prey animal's eyes. Maternal instinct wanted to protect its child, but survival instinct clearly told her it was a lost cause. The doe ended up turning and running off toward the herd. Whether Deimos decided to take her down as well and secure a second kill was up to his uncle. Saracyn was too busy enjoying his kill to care. Once he was sure the deer was dead, he dropped the body to the ground, warm blood dripping down his chin while he caught his breath. Gods, it felt good to be hunting again, and killing something had been just what he needed to lift his spirits even if only for a short time!

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Deimos heard the thud and slight struggle coming from behind him as his nephew clearly went to work taking down the young buck they had singled out, but he kept his gaze on the larger buck that seemed to be the head of this little clan. The noise clearly got its attention as well and it started to slow, looking back as it considered its options as it eyed him and Saracyn both. Deimos snarled, his hackles bristling as he advanced on the buck a bit, daring it to try and intervene. It did for a moment charge toward him with its large set of antlers lowered and at the ready, causing Deimos to hop out of the way to avoid it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the doe that had been accompanying the adolescent start to spring away to join the other does that were fleeing and that seemed to be the signal to the buck to let him know it was already too late.

That got the large buck to back off and turn to follow after the rest of its herd, leaving Deimos and Saracyn be with their kill. He straightened up as he gave himself a shake to smooth his fur, smirking as he turned around to see Saracyn standing over the limp, bloodied body of the young deer. He chuckled as he came over to join his nephew, lifting a paw to lightly pat him on his shoulder. "Well done. I'm glad to see that ruthless hunting instinct still runs in the family." He was a simple man when it came to the skills and strengths that he appreciated the most in others and seeing his nephew as skilled as he was at such a young age pleased him and told him that the Ancients hadn't given up on giving them strong souls just yet.

Deimos took the front legs of their kill and dragged the body over into the shade of one of the larger boulders near by just to keep it out of the sun. "Why don't we rest and chat a while before we start carrying this back to the island?" he offered, gesturing with a large, bearlike paw to a spot of grass in the shade beside him. How someone hunting or fought told him a lot about someone and now that he had a little bit of an idea of what Saracyn was really like he was even more interested in getting to know his nephew.

"Deimos Medacium"

Gradually, the bloodlust that Saracyn reveled in began to ebb away, his hot blood cooling with every breath and every beat of his heart. While he didn't possess quite the unquenchable and uncontrollable frenzy his father had for the taste of blood, it was clear that the young male had indeed inherited some of that trait from his sire. Once the herd had moved off and Deimos came back to regroup with him, Sara looked up at his uncle to receive his praise. Cobalt eyes held the aqua of the other dire while a proud smirk touched his bloodied lips, the little wag of his tail betraying how much that praise actually meant to him. "Thanks," he replied plainly, still trying to remain cool and detached. He didn't know Deimos any more than the older man knew him. There was still plenty of time for him to disappoint the young brute like his Uncle Merrick had. Still, he remained cautiously optimistic and openminded to the opportunity to bond with at least one other family member.

Deimos suggested they relax and chat for a spell before dragging their kill back to Alias. That got an inquisitive look from Saracyn, who hadn't expected to be sharing any downtime with his uncle. After the hunt he'd done with Merrick, the older Mendacium had simply wanted to go back to the island to fuck his rag doll of a mate and then had abandoned their family again shortly after. So much for getting to know that branch of the family tree... Probably for the best. Merrick had struck him as a cunt and his pathetic choice of a mate was an embarrassment to their family name. Good riddance. "Uh, sure..." Saracyn said, still keeping his caution up until he got a better feeling for who Deimos was to him. He helped Deimos drag the carcass out of the sun, then settled down to sit in the soft summer grasses beside his uncle beneath the shade of the boulder, gazing out over the shimmering sea while a coastal breeze cooled them off. "What did you want to chat about?"

"Saracyn Mendacium"

It wasn't as if he really expected his nephew to deny his request, but he was still pleased when Saracyn agreed to sit and talk with him for a bit. Once they were settled with their kill tucked away and the cool sea breeze blowing over them to keep them from getting over heated in the warmth of the summer day. He didn't really know exactly what he wanted to talk to his nephew about so when he asked he didn't have an answer at the ready, but he did know that he wanted to catch up on even a bit of lost time. He didn't have a lot of regrets in this life and ultimately things would simply happen when they wanted to, but he did wish that he had been able to be there with his sister and that he hadn't wasted all this time looking for a mate that wasn't out there.

It seemed like the only Mendacium male around these days was Poe and he hadn't even caught more than a wiff of his cousin's scent since he arrived in Elysium and Merrick had slipped away just as the trio of siblings had been reunited. That left little influence for the young Saracyn to follow other than his own father and while Alastor certainly seemed like a fine brute, there still wasn't the same kind of understanding that he could share with the young Mendacium—especially since he had once been the son of the Matriarch living in his sisters' shadows as well. After a moment of just enjoying the cool air, Deimos glanced toward Saracyn and said, "You're coming up on your second birthday, aren't you? You're a handsome young brute... Are you going to go out in search of your soul mate like your ancestors or are you planning on sticking closer to home and seeing what comes your way?" There wasn't really a wrong answer one way or another, but he couldn't imagine a red blooded Mendacium like himself simply forgoing the promise of a perfect fae built only for him. It was one of the few wonderful things about this set of laws they subjugated themselves to.

"Deimos Medacium"

Saracyn hadn't really known what to expect his uncle to want to talk about, but once they'd gotten settled, the topic Deimos chose to speak on confused and surprised the young prince. His uncle wanted to talk to him about finding a mate? That was fishy. Something about this reeked of his mother's pushiness, and for a brief moment the yearling cast a scrutinizing look to the older male, wondering if he had been put up to this by his mother trying to use Deimos to probe into Sara's intentions of finding a woman. "Does your new wife know you're going around complimenting younger brutes?" Saracyn shot back with a wry smirk when Deimos called him a handsome young brute.

The moment of humor shared, Sara's expression turned more dour while he looked away and down at the grass beneath his paws. "I haven't put any thought into it."The admission didn't come with any shame, merely stated as a matter of fact. Idle paws pulled at some of the strands of grass, clawing at the earth just to have something to do than just lying still like a statue. "I guess I don't really see a point to it. I'm not going to ever be of any importance in my family. My sister's going to be the next alpha, and her daughter will be after her. So why does it even matter what I do?" That had always been the crux of Saracyn's existential issues. As a male wolf in a matriarchal society, he would always come second, and as a wolf who would never attain a rank higher than where he was, what was the point in him trying to further his family's bloodline? His own offspring would always be second to Avacyn's, so what incentive did he have?

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Saracyn's comment about complimenting younger brutes caught him off guard and made a bark of laughter escape him, giving his nephew an amused grin as he got a glimpse of Saracyn's humor past all the usual young brute bravado and angst. It was a brief moment through as Saracyn went on to more properly answer his question, surprising him again when he admitted that he hadn't put any thought into it. When he was Saracyn's age, or maybe a bit older, tracking down a girl he was interested in was all he could really think about. He supposed it was entirely possible he was simply more driven by carnal desires than his nephew was, but he was hard pressed to find a brute that wasn't. Saracyn went on and shed more light on the reality of his issue—feeling as if it didn't matter what he did when it came to finding a mate and having pups since his children wouldn't rise to the same station that Avacyn's would.

Deimos hummed with understanding and nodded, chuckling softly as he took in the eternal issue that the Mendacium males faced. Where did they fit into the grand scheme of this matriarchal family? "I get it," he admitted simply. "This is the first time that our family has had a pack to rule over and any sort of hierarchy besides our one Matriarch so I can see how the stakes feel a bit higher now, but I get it." He paused for a moment, glancing to Saracyn's paws while he clawed and fiddled with the grass under them while he considered the conundrum and decided how he wanted to answer. "There's a lot more to this life than just who is leading who. Generations ago, our family was singled out and given these gifts and abilities by the Ancients that other wolves around us either lusted after or condemned and we could only look after ourselves and grow together to prove to the world that the Mendacium blood didn't stop with us. Even if your children are not next in line to inherit the fancy title, you're still a piece of the most elite our powerful family has to offer. Sure, there are plenty of cousins and extended branches of our family scattered through the world, but the Matriarch's family is the pinnacle of our bloodline and everyone looks to us to show just how powerful these Ancient souls can be."

He gave Saracyn's shoulder a light nudge, offering his nephew a slight grin as his tone grew lighter and more humorous. "Besides... There's a whole world of pleasure that I doubt you've even experienced yet. I promise you that you don't want to deprive yourself of all of that. That's one of the greatest gifts we get from the Ancients besides the obvious strength and mutations," he said with a low chuckle, lifting one of his large, bear-like paws for a second and wiggling his dexterous toes. "Knowing that somewhere out there is a fae that they crafted to be a perfect fit for you, to bring an even more powerful generation of Mendacium wolves into the world... There's nothing like it."

"Deimos Medacium"

The surprised laughter he received as reward for catching his uncle by surprise brought a wry smirk across the young brute's lips. If there was one thing Saracyn loved, it was living in the realm of the unexpected. But after he had said his piece about his lot in life and how he perceived his role in the Mendacium family, it was now Deimos' turn to catch him off guard when he empathized with the adolescent wolf's plight. Skeptical blue eyes turned the older wolf's way as Saracyn scrutinized his uncle for any signs of misgivings or falsehoods. Deimos explained away the feelings by pointing out that this was the first time their family had ever held any real power or dominion over anything like a pack rather than just a big nomadic family group. The stakes were higher—different—and the game had been changed for Saracyn compared to how Deimos and Merrick had been taught to play it. Still, his slate and violet uncle tried to show him another way of looking at his position in life. His children might not be rulers of Elysium at any point, but he still had the gifts of the Ancients bestowed upon him that other wolves lusted after. He was a desirable commodity being a part of the most powerful family in the world.

Saracyn considered Deimos' words with quiet contemplation, still staring down at his paws while he plucked out blades of grass and tried to consider how being a male in a matriarchal society could be considered an affluent position. He got his answer when his uncle nudged his shoulder, bringing deep blue eyes to turn up to meet the stormy blues of Deimos'. The words the older brute said made Saracyn's brow furrow in confusion. A whole world of pleasure he hadn't experienced yet? Judging by the grin on the Mendacium man's face, he assumed this had something to do with sex, something the adolescent wolf knew scant about beyond the mechanics of the act his mother had taught him and his sister as they neared adulthood. Deimos called the prospect of getting to seek out his soul mate as one of the greatest gifts the Ancients could give them. "I wouldn't know anything about that..." Saracyn muttered under his breath. He watched while Deimos wiggled his dexterous digits, subtly running his tongue over his serrated teeth in his jaws while he considered the one and only gift the Ancients had gifted him with. "In case you haven't noticed, Elysium isn't exactly teeming with faes. The only girl around my age is my sister. Not exactly a whole lot of choice to consider finding 'pleasures' with."

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Deimos could see the wheels turning in Saracyn's head as he considered all the things that he was told. It was obvious the boy was still skeptical, but he certainly didn't expect his nephew to just fully expect what he was told that easily. He respected him more for really thinking it over and considering it for himself than just accepting what he was given. As he predicted, Saracyn expressed how he didn't know anything in the ways of pleasure and sex just yet and then lamented about how few faes were available to him within Elysium—stating that the only girl near his age was his sister. Deimos gave a rumbling chuckle, his memories taking him back to the days of his youth spent with his own siblings and the antics they got into. He was sure Manea would hate him for the rest of his days if he gave Saracyn the sorted details of their affairs, but what was an uncle for if not to give his nephew advice his mother wouldn't want him to hear?

"Well, look at it this way, you're plenty old enough now to start going out on your own. You don't have to have some kind of serious relationship or arrangement just to have a little fun. Just find yourself a fae that's interested and get yourself acquainted with all of the fun they have to offer. Hell, there's faes out there that will show you a very good time just for some shiny gems or some nice furs with no strings attached." He chuckled and smirked as he gave Saracyn his likely far less responsible advice than his sister had ever given him. "It's probably better to avoid getting any of them pregnant of course since killing all those bastards does get pretty messy, but otherwise there's nothing saying you can't sleep around a bit and experiment." A little smirk touched his lips as he added, "Although, if going out and finding a girl to sleep around with isn't really your style then I've found a sister is a pretty good place to start."

"Deimos Medacium"

Nothing he said seemed to phase his Uncle Deimos, which was both a surprise and a breath of fresh air. For all his life, Saracyn had struggled to find male influence in amongst his family. Of course he had his father, but beyond Alastor, the males of Elysium were all lackluster at best. Poe was scarcely around at all, the two blue brats could fuck off and die for all he cared, and Merrick had been an interesting character until he ditched the family again. Deimos was the first male Mendacium Saracyn could actually see himself getting close to. Deimos continued to give him his masculine advice, explaining how he didn't need to form any sorts of relationships with faes he wanted to fool around with. He just needed to find someone interested in having some fun as well. That, or paying off a fae for their services, so long as he didn't end up getting any of them pregnant. Sara smirked and snickered. Yeah, he knew about the family laws on reproduction, but they hadn't ever been a thing he'd needed to consider until now.

The next words that came spilling out of Deimos' lips however were the first to actually take Saracyn by visible shock. Surprised cobalt eyes snapped to his uncle's smirking face when he mentioned how he'd found sleeping with his sister a good place to start. Wait... was Deimos not only encouraging Saracyn to start sleeping with his sister, but also confessing to having banged Manea as well?! Sara's head spun as it tried to wrap around the revelation he was being given. Twice he opened his mouth to respond, and twice the words died on his tongue, leaving the stunned prince speechless for a few moments. "Wait... You and Mom...?" he asked when he finally found his voice, scrutinizing his uncle's countenance for any signs of joking or insincerity. Oh boy, if this was legitimate, then Saracyn absolutely needed to know more!

"Saracyn Mendacium"

As soon as he saw Saracyn's shocked expression and immediate interest he knew he had probably said too much—or at least enough to get himself in trouble with his sister if she found out that he had given this kind of advice to his nephew. He couldn't contain the wicked grin that tugged at his lips as Saracyn questioned him about his and Manea's past relations, clearly putting together more than enough dots to figure out what he was implying. He chuckled and gave a casual shrug. "Oh sure... When we were much younger, of course, before she went and became the Matriarch and all that, but sure, we fooled around a bit here and there. Our older sister was my first, believe it or not." Oh he was most certainly going to be in some very deep shit if Manea found out about this conversation, but it was worth it for the look on Saracyn's face. Besides, what was a little guy talk between uncle and nephew? It wasn't like Saracyn really had many other men in his life to be bad influences with, right?

He tossed Saracyn another grin as he started to rise to his paws with a leisurely stretch. "So... you know... If your sister is so inclined she could certainly be a good option for a bit of experimenting and fooling around. It was a great way for me to learn at least. Plus... Mendaciums' aren't just the best at fighting and hunting. We certainly excel in other areas too so it's always a good time." He chuckled and went over toward their kill so they could start carrying this thing home. While he was figuring out the best way to carry it, he glanced up to Saracyn and added, "Of course the only down side to sleeping with your family is you can't really indulge in some more... violent fun with them without causing some kind of issue in the family. Well, unless they're into that kind of thing." Deimos smirked and shrugged, saying, "I usually try to keep that to the paid whores. No messy issues to deal with later. I could certainly arrange something like that for you some time if you wanted to give it a try."

"Deimos Medacium"

The candid nature of their conversation left the young Saracyn reeling in the revelations his uncle was throwing at him. Finding out that he had not only slept with his mother, Deimos' sister, but that his aunt had also slept with the slate-furred brute and had been his first to claim his innocence left the adolescent prince with some very interesting answers and even more questions. His shocked, wide-eyed expression was impossible to conceal as he considered all this new information. Suddenly, the relationship he had been building with Avacyn over the past few months didn't seem so taboo or scandalous; rather, it seemed to be family tradition for the Mendaciums to engage in a little causal incest between siblings. Sara didn't know if he'd be able to look at his mother and uncle together again in the same light—but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was rather liberating, actually, knowing the lengths of freedoms he hadn't realized he had up until now. This conversation with Deimos had become more than worth his time. "Wow..." Sara murmured under this breath with a chuckle. "I never knew Mom was so... promiscuous." It got the prince to wonder what else he could het away with now...

As Deimos went to stand, so too did Sara, enjoying the guy talk he was getting to share with his uncle in ways he never got to before. Sure, he had talks with his father from time to time, but never quite as frank nor sordid as this! It was highly entertaining and very valuable information the stories he gleaned from the older Mendacium brute. Saracyn followed Deimos as he encouraged the adolescent to take the opportunities to couple with his sister if she was so inclined, citing his times with Manea and Kallisto as the way he had learned to be such a skillful lover. The remark he made about Mendaciums not only being the best fighters and hunters, but the best lovers and excelling in bed too made Sara's ears flick back against his head with an uncharacteristic timidness about him. His usual bravado gone, Sara didn't know how good he would actually be, given that he lacked a significant amount of experience that Deimos had by his age. "I'm not so sure that rule applies to me..." he remarked, the uncertainty evident in his tone. "A hunter cannot hone his skill without prey to chase." It was no secret that Elysium lacked a female populace for him to pursue; Deimos would no doubt have noticed that as well.

While the two brutes began to figure out how to bring their quarry back to the island, Deimos continued to speak his mind, elaborating on the drawbacks to having intimate relations with family. Saracyn paused as he considered his uncle's words, cerulean eyes shifting back and forth while he tossed them around in his mind. He briefly wondered what sort of things Avacyn might be into... and what sort of things he'd be aroused by as well. This was all uncharted territory for the adolescent wolf. After some thought, the Mendacium prince said, "...I think I'd like that." Deimos had been nothing but candid with him thus far, and if his uncle had a method for giving him the experiences a Mendacium brute was entitled to having, he wanted to take full advantage of his station. Sara began to craft a rustic travois from some large branches pulled from the tree, lashing them together so they could drag their kill back across the land bridge. "Will you... show me these kinds of things?" The teenage brute glanced up at his older, more worldly uncle with somewhat bashful intrigue. "I don't really know how any of this is done. Mom and Dad aren't like that. But you are." Saracyn suddenly had a lot of respect and curiosity surrounding his uncle.

"Saracyn Mendacium"