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Once more, Saracyn would go wanting for any sort of anger to show in Albion's face, but he would at least get the pleasure of seeing his words provoke enough of a reaction to make the quiet freak begin to speak. Cerulean eyes shot a sharp glower up at the alabaster wolf, bristling at the albino's mocking words. He should be thanking him?! A hard scoff and a roll of his eyes so strong his head lolled along with his bitter gaze was given in retort. "Spare me your delusions of grandeur, Klein," he spat back, putting extra vitriol in the way he sneered the wolf's family name. "You act so haughty like this is some noble gesture you make, but really it only shows your true colors. You also show your own ignorance if you believe I'm doing any of this for my own benefit." Saracyn extended the claws on one paw, drawing them slowly down the side of the stone Albion was resting on, the scraping of sharp claw on stone filling the calm winter night air. "My willingness to disregard the laws of my family's beliefs comes from my love for her. My family means the world to me, but Avacyn is my everything. I would give away everything I am for her so we could have our love and live our lives as the Ancients intended, no matter the cost."

A cold sneer twisted the crimson brute's lips up into a mocking smile. "If you want to know who truly doesn't value their family, why don't you take a look in the mirror, Snow White?" he jabbed in retort. "Off living in someone else's pack trying to get your dick wet with a wolf who'll never truly love you while your own family falls apart at the seams. Your pack dead and gone, your family scattered to the wind, and you just watching from the sidelines while doing nothing about it. I bet your father is sooooo proud of you." Another hard snicker from Saracyn as he turned away from Albion, trotting a couple of paces away to pretend to be studying one of the nearby rocks more closely. "That is, assuming he's your real father. Your degenerate sister leaves a lot of doubt when she looks like some sort of half-bred raccoon. Who knows, maybe she got it from your mother. Maybe she wasn't so faithful... or maybe your 'dad' just really likes to be cucked."

Piercing eyes looked back at Albion from over his shoulder with a steely leer. He knew he was playing with fire, but he wanted to get a rise out of Albion. He would either get his chance to mangle the pallid fucker or take pleasure in knowing he put the unwanted intruder in his place. "He who lives in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, Albino. Maybe next time you try to claim someone is ashamed of their blood, you should make sure your family is actually worth mentioning first."

"Saracyn Mendacium"