Broken Sonata

The den was silent with only one occupant in it. Saracyn sat alone in the common space of the cave he and Avacyn had claimed for their new home. The only thing that broke the silence was the intermitted almost rhythmic scraping of a whetstone running down the length of his sword, the slow sound of metal grinding against the rock deafening in the oppressive quiet. Focused cerulean eyes remained on his blade as he honed it to a lethal sharpness, following the instructions the Hallows Aegis had shown him when he'd received the weapon from him. He was busying himself preparing for the upcoming raid, making sure his weapon was ready and his armor was in tip-top shape—but more importantly he was distracting himself from his solitude and his thoughts. Idle paws left him too much time to dwell on the present, and having a task to occupy his time kept him from thinking about how Avacyn was out with Albion right now, the two having spent most of their days together lately and how she was likely "cultivating their relationship". Or getting fucked, as Saracyn preferred to plainly see the truth of it.

Crimson lips peeled back from sharp teeth as the thought momentarily crossed his mind. He hated that albino mongrel. He hated that he still stuck around like a ghost haunting him with the reminder of what he was powerless to stop. He hated how close the cur was getting to his sister. He hated that his family had ever met the Kleins. He hated everything right now. Again Saracyn resumed sharpening his blade, forcing the thoughts from his mind while he focused himself back into his work. The raid would be a good means of venting stress, one he direly needed. Not to mention the lingering temptation to steal a bite with his serrated teeth at Albion's stupid smug face amidst the chaos was sorely tempting... As much glee as the idea brought him, Sara doubted he could get away with the friendly fire without making himself look suspicious, especially not with his disdain of the Klein well known after the look Avacyn gave him at the meeting.

So Saracyn sat alone in the den, occasionally glancing up to his work at the darkening night sky outside to get a gauge of how long he had been at this before sinking back into his mindless tasks. He frowned; he had been waiting to see if Avacyn would come home for them to eat dinner together, but it seemed like she'd be dining with her fiancé. It shouldn't have mattered; Avacyn was a grown wolf and able to make her own choices and decisions, and Saracyn was not her keeper. But it still bothered him more and more every day he was forced to watch it unfold before his eyes, like watching a car crash happen over and over and over again. The prince resolved himself to finish his work and see if she'd come back before he was done. If she didn't, then he would have his answer on where she was spending her night, he supposed.

"Saracyn Mendacium"