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Saracyn



Saracyn

"The Deviant Prince"

Elysium
Commander

Master Fighter (345)

Master Hunter (240)

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age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
1031
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
249
player
Joe

Samhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipDouble Master1KThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
05-23-2022, 11:04 AM

Although Avacyn was the much more placid of the two of them, Saracyn still loved how his sister could go from the tranquil embodiment of austerity to a vicious and ferocious predator in the blink of an eye. All it took was the right incentive, a bit of prodding from her bigger brother, and the heat of battle to really get her going. It was a rarity for her to be the engager though, so he savored the moment and let her take the lead as they tracked down their quarry. Arriving at the bear's den, a wicked, toothy grin crept its way across the yearling brute's muzzle, cobalt eyes twinkling with violent delight at the prospect of the impending fight. He slunk his way behind Ava, surprisingly quiet as he stealthily followed behind his twin sister, their identical markings glowing faintly in the dim light of the cave. Not too far in, the massive lump of fur and fat could be seen sleeping peacefully. That was about to change.

Avacyn gave him a look that asked the silent question. Did he want to kick off the fight? Of course he did! The red galaxy of a wolf nodded once and tiptoed his way a little closer, just until he could hear the deep rumbling snores of the ursine. He lowered his athletic form into a crouch, rolling his shoulders to limber up and prepare for what was about to happen. Then the Mendacium prince lunged forward with a deadly snarl, leaping onto the bear's back and digging his claws into the thick hide of the predator. The bear woke with a confused grumble that turned into a pained bellow as Saracyn sank his serrated fangs into the back of the bear's neck. Razor sharp teeth tore through fat and fur like a hot knife through butter, tasting the salty tang of warm blood on his tongue. With a flick of a wrist, Sara extended one of his wrist blades and drove the serrated knife deep into his foe's side, feeling blood seeping out from around his paw from the wound.

The grizzly rose to its paws, now in a frenzied panic as it whirled around trying to whip the wolf off of him. Saracyn clung on as tight as he could, jerking his head back and forth to savage the ursine's neck. Though his bite wasn't quite strong enough yet to sink down to the vulnerable vertebrae of the bear's spine, he could still deal a good amount of damage—so long as he remained holding on, riding the angry bear much like a cowboy on an enraged bull.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Warning: Saracyn is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.

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