east end boys and west end girls

Like a wraith, the crimson and ebony prince stalked silently through the weaving maze of ancient rocks that littered the lands of his home. Saracyn was on the prowl, hunting down the ghostly wolf he'd seen leaving the island. He didn't usually make it a habit of stalking his fellow pack wolves, mostly since he couldn't give two shits about many of them, but when he had spied Albion going off to do a nightly patrol as he usually did, he couldn't help himself. He hadn't said so much as two words to the Klein man since he'd arrived in Elysium, hoping that if given enough time he would simply decide to leave on his own. That didn't seem to be the case. The longer Albion spent in Elysium and around his sister, the greater the prince's dislike of the Fenmyrian became. He knew that Avacyn had been up front with Albion about the expectations of their relationship and the reality of the situation, and yet still here he remained. It was infuriating! Any other sane brute would have seen when they were bested, but Albion was either stubborn, headstrong, or stupid—or a combination of all three. Well, he supposed it was high time to greet his competition properly and spell things out for him in case he was too dense to realize what he was getting himself into.

Following the other young male wasn't difficult; Albion did nothing to conceal his trail, but then again why would he? As far as he knew, he was safe within pack boundaries. Blissfully unaware of the Mendacium prince's sights set squarely on him. A master in the hunting arts, it was easy for Saracyn to track and stalk up to Albion, staying downwind of the wolf until he spied the ghostly figure perched atop a boulder in the moonlight. He scowled, resisting the urge to growl, and then recomposed himself before emerging from behind his cover to make his presence known. "I have to hand it to you, Albino," he called out to the other male, deliberately mispronouncing his name in an attempt to irk his rival, "I really didn't think you'd choose to stick around once you learned you were only playing for second place." A knowing look crossed the cold blue eyes of Saracyn. It was a goading comment, but it was meant to test the waters, to see where Albion stood in the situation and how much he really knew. No doubt he'd know about the Mendacium twins in love with one another and sleeping together. But did he know just how much of a figurehead he really was in this arrangement?

"Saracyn Mendacium"