What a Deer

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"