Twin Intuition

Saracyn was in a foul mood. His momentary hold of power while his parents had been gone on their vacation had been lost and he was once again returned to dull old monotony. He'd greatly enjoyed being in charge of the warriors, dictating patrols and being responsible for keeping the pack safe and secure. With Avacyn at his side managing everything else in her Gnata role, it was as if the twins were running their own pack, and it was great! But then Manea and Alastor had come home, not to his disappointment—but when they announced they were pregnant and Manea would be giving birth to a little brother or sister for him and Ava, Saracyn was less than pleased. The sullen boy avoided most alone time with his parents now, choosing instead to sulk and brood on his own. He didn't even want a little sibling! Why did his parents want to even have another pup? Weren't him and Avacyn enough? And they didn't even get a say in it?! Gods, this absolutely sucked!

The red-furred yearling was sitting on the southern beach facing out towards the sea, watching the waves crash against the shore of Alias and also on the distant mainland of Boreas. He gazed down the strip of coast he could see, partially cursing his parents, partially wondering what would happen if he just got up and ran away. Would his parents go looking for him? Would they even care? They'd still have Avacyn, plus whatever new brat they were having. Huffing to himself, Sara pawed idly at the sand, clawing it up without rhyme or reason just to fidget with something while the storm cloud hung over his head. So lost was he in his thoughts that he didn't even hear Avacyn coming up behind him, only noticing her presence when she slid up beside him and rubbed him with her shoulder. Sharp cobalt eyes turned down to his twin, remaining hard and cold for all of a half second before her sweet smile and big, doe-like puppy eyes shattered his resolve and dissolved his bad mood. Avacyn had some sort of superpower over him; she'd always been able to bring him out of his slumps and rages whenever he got too deep in them.

Saracyn's expression softened as he gazed down into his slightly smaller twin sister's obsidian eyes, breathing a sigh. Although Avacyn had reaped all the rewards of being Manea's chosen child and the benefits of being a girl in the Mendacium family, Saracyn never held it against her, never resented her for it or felt envy for her. He loved Avacyn too much for any of that. She was his best (and admittedly only) friend, after all. A wry smirk crept over the lad's face and a chuckle not unlike Alastor's rumbled in his broadening chest. "Need your bigger, stronger brother's help, huh?" he teased her, giving her a gentle nudge with his shoulder in return, fluffy tail wagging in the sand behind him. "All right, Ava. Show me what your Gnatus can do to help you out." Although he teased and mocked, Saracyn was truthfully very proud of his rank in the pack, and of being Avacyn's right hand whenever she needed anything, from muscle and violence, to opinions and a confidant to turn to. It was special to him and he took it seriously, because Avacyn was special to him and worth all the effort.

"Saracyn Mendacium"