What a Deer

The candid nature of their conversation left the young Saracyn reeling in the revelations his uncle was throwing at him. Finding out that he had not only slept with his mother, Deimos' sister, but that his aunt had also slept with the slate-furred brute and had been his first to claim his innocence left the adolescent prince with some very interesting answers and even more questions. His shocked, wide-eyed expression was impossible to conceal as he considered all this new information. Suddenly, the relationship he had been building with Avacyn over the past few months didn't seem so taboo or scandalous; rather, it seemed to be family tradition for the Mendaciums to engage in a little causal incest between siblings. Sara didn't know if he'd be able to look at his mother and uncle together again in the same light—but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was rather liberating, actually, knowing the lengths of freedoms he hadn't realized he had up until now. This conversation with Deimos had become more than worth his time. "Wow..." Sara murmured under this breath with a chuckle. "I never knew Mom was so... promiscuous." It got the prince to wonder what else he could het away with now...

As Deimos went to stand, so too did Sara, enjoying the guy talk he was getting to share with his uncle in ways he never got to before. Sure, he had talks with his father from time to time, but never quite as frank nor sordid as this! It was highly entertaining and very valuable information the stories he gleaned from the older Mendacium brute. Saracyn followed Deimos as he encouraged the adolescent to take the opportunities to couple with his sister if she was so inclined, citing his times with Manea and Kallisto as the way he had learned to be such a skillful lover. The remark he made about Mendaciums not only being the best fighters and hunters, but the best lovers and excelling in bed too made Sara's ears flick back against his head with an uncharacteristic timidness about him. His usual bravado gone, Sara didn't know how good he would actually be, given that he lacked a significant amount of experience that Deimos had by his age. "I'm not so sure that rule applies to me..." he remarked, the uncertainty evident in his tone. "A hunter cannot hone his skill without prey to chase." It was no secret that Elysium lacked a female populace for him to pursue; Deimos would no doubt have noticed that as well.

While the two brutes began to figure out how to bring their quarry back to the island, Deimos continued to speak his mind, elaborating on the drawbacks to having intimate relations with family. Saracyn paused as he considered his uncle's words, cerulean eyes shifting back and forth while he tossed them around in his mind. He briefly wondered what sort of things Avacyn might be into... and what sort of things he'd be aroused by as well. This was all uncharted territory for the adolescent wolf. After some thought, the Mendacium prince said, "...I think I'd like that." Deimos had been nothing but candid with him thus far, and if his uncle had a method for giving him the experiences a Mendacium brute was entitled to having, he wanted to take full advantage of his station. Sara began to craft a rustic travois from some large branches pulled from the tree, lashing them together so they could drag their kill back across the land bridge. "Will you... show me these kinds of things?" The teenage brute glanced up at his older, more worldly uncle with somewhat bashful intrigue. "I don't really know how any of this is done. Mom and Dad aren't like that. But you are." Saracyn suddenly had a lot of respect and curiosity surrounding his uncle.

"Saracyn Mendacium"