What a Deer

The surprised laughter he received as reward for catching his uncle by surprise brought a wry smirk across the young brute's lips. If there was one thing Saracyn loved, it was living in the realm of the unexpected. But after he had said his piece about his lot in life and how he perceived his role in the Mendacium family, it was now Deimos' turn to catch him off guard when he empathized with the adolescent wolf's plight. Skeptical blue eyes turned the older wolf's way as Saracyn scrutinized his uncle for any signs of misgivings or falsehoods. Deimos explained away the feelings by pointing out that this was the first time their family had ever held any real power or dominion over anything like a pack rather than just a big nomadic family group. The stakes were higher—different—and the game had been changed for Saracyn compared to how Deimos and Merrick had been taught to play it. Still, his slate and violet uncle tried to show him another way of looking at his position in life. His children might not be rulers of Elysium at any point, but he still had the gifts of the Ancients bestowed upon him that other wolves lusted after. He was a desirable commodity being a part of the most powerful family in the world.

Saracyn considered Deimos' words with quiet contemplation, still staring down at his paws while he plucked out blades of grass and tried to consider how being a male in a matriarchal society could be considered an affluent position. He got his answer when his uncle nudged his shoulder, bringing deep blue eyes to turn up to meet the stormy blues of Deimos'. The words the older brute said made Saracyn's brow furrow in confusion. A whole world of pleasure he hadn't experienced yet? Judging by the grin on the Mendacium man's face, he assumed this had something to do with sex, something the adolescent wolf knew scant about beyond the mechanics of the act his mother had taught him and his sister as they neared adulthood. Deimos called the prospect of getting to seek out his soul mate as one of the greatest gifts the Ancients could give them. "I wouldn't know anything about that..." Saracyn muttered under his breath. He watched while Deimos wiggled his dexterous digits, subtly running his tongue over his serrated teeth in his jaws while he considered the one and only gift the Ancients had gifted him with. "In case you haven't noticed, Elysium isn't exactly teeming with faes. The only girl around my age is my sister. Not exactly a whole lot of choice to consider finding 'pleasures' with."

"Saracyn Mendacium"