Just In Time

Elysium had even more little Mendaciums running around now that his mother had popped out a couple more trophies of her and his father's sexual proclivities. Fucking great... Just what the world needed—more surplus Mendaciums. To say Saracyn was less than thrilled about the arrival of his second set of younger siblings would have been a gross understatement. When Fiametta had been born, Sara had mostly been coldly indifferent to her existence. These whelps... well, they barely had a purpose in this life, let alone in their family. That was one aspect he still didn't fully understand about their family. A pressure to breed and create a new line of Mendaciums he got, but when only one of the Matriarch's offspring would ever amount to anything, why did Manea continue to reproduce like it was her divine purpose in life? She had her heir with Avacyn, her spares with himself and Fiametta, so what the hell were the other two here for?

Saracyn opted to avoid all of the family drama by simply keeping his distance from the new whelps and going about his life as if they didn't exist. It was far easier to maintain the peace that way, and now that he and Avacyn were no longer living in their parents' den, it was easy enough to do. The rogue prince ambled his way along the mountain paths, hoping the walk would help soothe the aggravation harbored inside himself. Should he have been doing something productive like patrols or hunting? Yeah, probably... But was anyone going to say anything or tell him off? Absolutely not. No one dared to cross the temper of the hotheaded Mendacium prince. So, left to his own devices, Saracyn whittled away the time wandering the winding trails of the mountain range. Winter had taken over the land, a light dusting of snow settled over the forested island down below in the early part of the season, and a cold wind whipped around the craggy mountains. Saracyn quite liked the cold.

Rounding one corner, Sara spotted the vibrant hued form of his younger sister sprawled out on a rock, taking in the sunlight while it lingered before wintery clouds could come and swallow it up. The crimson-furred prince watched her for a moment with bewilderment. She was a strange creature, that Fiametta... Choosing the most bizarre of places to sunbathe. He almost pitied her having to still live with their parents and be subjected to the new puppies all the time. He thought of maybe offering her one of the spare rooms in his and Ava's new den just so she'd have a place to escape to if she wanted some space—but then he thought about how awkward that would be to have his little sister around when he was essentially mated to Avacyn at this point, and their sex life was highly active. "Run into any bears?" he called out to his smaller sister as he approached where she lay, a teasing smirk on his face while he called back to the last misadventure they'd had up in these mountains together.

"Saracyn Mendacium"