All that matters

Night had settled over Boreas. The warm summer evening rested like a blanket over the land, the sky still darkening as the last remnants of sunlight disappeared beyond the western horizon. The sky above was an inky swirl of navies and indigos, speckled with glistening stars and a silvery waxing moon. The salty air was filled with the lapping of ocean waves against the shore below as Saracyn meandered his way carefully along the craggy cliff ledges of the Moontouched Cliffs down into the hidden alcove he'd found, the coastal breeze rippling through his fur as it blew inland. The young wolf hadn't exactly headed here in particular after storming off from Elysium, he had just sort of ended up down in the southern lands during his aimless wandering. He'd needed to get away from his home, to escape the oppression he felt living trapped in a life he didn't want. All of that pent up frustration and anger had reached a boiling point and now it was finally venting out.

Saracyn had carved a bloody swathe south through Boreas, killing any animal he came across, whether they were predator or prey. He welcomed the fight and relished in snuffing the lives from the creatures in his way. It helped him release that inner rage, and every life he took, he imagined he was lashing out against everything and everyone that had wronged him. Many had worn his mother's face this day. By sunset, the veritable adult had made his way to the southeastern shores of the continent, and after bathing and catching himself a dinner of ocean fish, Sara was preparing to settle in for the night in the strangely formed alcoves he'd discovered. A campfire was set up and crackling away, his fish cooking on a large stone set right next to the fire.

While he alternated between tending to his food and gazing up at the stars or out over the ocean, the Mendacium prince began to ponder his next move. Would he return home or just keep going on his own? Did he even want to return home knowing what waited for him there? Maybe this would be his chance to take back some control over his life. He could strike out on his own like the other Mendacium males did, roam the world until he found a wolf worthy of taking as a mate to bear him children—someone his mother didn't handpick for him for political influence. But the more he thought about going off to find a fae to take as his, the more he felt out of sorts, and the more he thought of Avacyn. He didn't want to have to go find someone else. He had already found his soul mate in Ava, but their asinine family laws forbade their relationship, and she had caved to them and abandoned him. Saracyn frowned, still mourning his lost love and nursing his broken heart while he lost himself in thought, staring blankly out at the dark ocean surrounding the rocky outcropping.

"Saracyn Mendacium"