Ready, aim...

Walking with Avacyn to the lakeside meeting spot, all the Mendacium prince could think about was how good it was going to feel getting to put his violent skills to good use. More than ever, Saracyn had been resisting the urge to maim a certain albino cretin, although his patience with Avacyn’s intended was wearing thin. He held himself in line, of course, but finally getting an outlet for his pent up ire was going to be a much needed release. This raid was well overdue, and following Elysium’s embarrassing defeat in their last and only raid, Sara was itching to prove himself as a keen and ruthless military tactician. At his twin’s side, the crimson brute would follow her to the lake, joining her atop the sheet of shale the way their father would join their mother, though keeping slightly behind so she could have the spotlight. This was Avacyn’s show after all, and he was her protector and support.

Saracyn returned Ava’s smile when she glanced to him and then summoned their wolves. She was fully in her element and he loved to see her thriving like this. That smile on his face was swiftly wiped away when the first wolf to show up turned out to be Albion. Sara said nothing to the man, silently leering at him and baring his fangs in a quick, surreptitious warning snarl. If he tried to step up onto the platform, Sara would be all too happy to smack him back down and remind him that he was still not yet a part of the royal family. One by one the rest of their fighters began to turn up, Saracyn regarding each with a calculating glance as he appraised them. The only ones spared from his cold indifference were Fiametta and Chade. He gave a tip of his head to their younger sister, more acknowledgment than he gave anyone else, and a pointed glare to the blue bastard. He hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven their last exchange.

It did leave Saracyn with a bit of a conundrum now. If given the chance to employ some well placed friendly fire, who did he want to hit more, Albion or Chade? After all, raids got hectic. It would be all too easy to mistime a swipe or misjudge a bite…

"Saracyn Mendacium"