Let the Festivities Begin

Saracyn glanced around at the festival that had come to fruition thanks mainly to Avacyn's ingenuity and his sweat. His sister had done a tremendous job planning and organizing everything, and seeing it take form and come to life made the adolescent more than a little proud of her hard work. The red-furred brute sat beside his violet sister, with their parents to the other side of Avacyn with their new little addition to their family nestled between their legs. Sara scowled, but otherwise paid no attention to his tiny new baby sister. He still didn't understand why his parents felt the need to make even more Mendaciums when they clearly had all they needed between himself and Avacyn, but it didn't matter. He didn't get a vote, and now the little wolf nugget was here to stay.

Saracyn watched in silent standoffishness while wolves from both Elysium and other packs began to arrive, paying their respects to his parents and introducing themselves before mingling amongst themselves. Then came one of the blue wretches his parents had taken in and his neutral expression contorted into a grimace of annoyance. He despised those blue urchins more than anything else and resented his parents for taking pity on them in the first place. As Ricin presented his baby sister with a gift, Sara made a dramatic motion of rolling his eyes. Fucking kiss ass... The blue wolf then came to him and Avacyn, and Sara made a point of not looking at the other wolf, despite the respects shown. Though it was the other blue boy that Saracyn hated the most, he wasn't above spreading some of that hate to the other blue sibling either. The wolf stammered out something about gifts and apologizing for it being late, but Saracyn was genuinely not paying attention.

The wolf placed a small bundle at his paws, and only then did Sara glance down at it, turning his gaze up to fix Ricin with a cold yet confused glance. Why the hell was the urchin giving him a gift? Couldn't he tell he didn't like him? Was he that stupid? Ricin excused himself and wandered off, leaving Saracyn to stare down at the gift. He cast a glance to Avacyn, and then simultaneously unwrapped his gift along with hers, dumping the contents of the pouch onto his paw. The bracelet within sparkled as soon as it caught the light, the purple precious stones wrapped in gold stunning the Mendacium prince. He blinked, staring down hard at the bracelet, then turning to spy Avacyn's necklace that mirrored his bracelet. It was a genuinely thoughtful gift and Sara didn't know what to do. He glanced up and found Ricin amongst the crowd, wanting to hate the wolf even more for doing something nice for him that he actually liked. But that anger he tried to summon fizzled out whenever he looked at the bracelet. Pulling it over his paw, Saracyn heaved a defeated sigh when he realized it fit perfectly. "Dammit..." he muttered under his breath. Now he had to go make nice with the urchin...

Saracyn exchanged a grin of wicked teeth to his Uncle Merrick when the man arrived, watching as he settled in with his chew toy of a mate. Like his father, he had a respect for Merrick. He was an embodiment of manliness and something Saracyn wanted to be like one day. A formidable force to be reckoned with, who took what he wanted and did as he pleased. Not long after, Sara's improving mood soured even more when his cobalt eyes saw the next guests arrive. "Oh fuck, you've gotta be kidding..." The striped rat squirrel thing from Fenmyre had somehow found its way to the party. While he and his sister had grown exponentially since their last encounter, the discount honey badger looked like she hadn't changed at all. She approached his parents, giving him a sideways glare which he responded to with a flash of teeth behind a silent snarl.

After greetings were made, the "wolf" presented him and his sister with wrapped gifts, then headed to enjoy the feast. Saracyn considered the gift for a moment, then using a single clawed digit, he unwrapped the bindings of the skin to reveal the taxidermy abomination hidden within. Words died on Saracyn's tongue as he stared in shock and dismay at the strange taxidermy Scylla had crafted for him. The worst part of it was that it was pristine, every stitch made neatly, and if he hadn't already known she'd Frankensteined these creatures together, he might have been convinced that the weasel-snake was a real thing. It was top notch quality of the most macabre variety. Turning his head to Avacyn, he murmured, "Well, that's weird. Kinda neat, but uber creepy." Bewildered cobalt eyes scoured the crowd to find Scylla watching them from afar, shooting her a look that read "What the actual fuck" before covering the taxidermy monstrosity back in its skin and calling for Irilyth to come take it back to their den.

"Saracyn Mendacium"