Begin With Yourself

Ever since the birth of the new Mendacium pups, Saracyn had noticed the anticipation building within his twin and mate. They both knew that one of the two girls would end up being the next Matriarch of Elysium, and though they had many years before that came to be, he knew Avacyn liked to over prepare and plan well ahead of time. One of those preparations apparently had been concerns over the pack's security, as that morning during their breakfast, the reigning Matriarch asked him to participate in a training spar with her. Well, Saracyn was never one to turn down a fight, and never one to turn down a chance to get paws-on with his sibling, so of course he was going to fight her! Their only stipulation had been no weapons, which was fine by him. Sara didn't really feel like slicing at Ava with his sword, nor did he relish the idea of being on the receiving end of those vicious fang caps she wore.

Following his violet queen down to their training arenas, Saracyn also wore his leather armor to better replicate the simulation of actual combat. It had been some time since he’d had a need to wear it, the last time being the previous year’s raid against Valta, so it took a bit of time getting accustomed to the feel of the padded leather wrapping around his chest and sides once more. They arrived to the sparring rings and Saracyn easily fell into place opposite his sister, meeting her grin with a crooked smirk of his own. When was the last time the two of them had a play fight with one another? Too long if you asked the dire brute. Sara was just doing some warmup stretches when Ava posed an intriguing question of what their stakes should be and what she would get if she won. Sara raised a curious brow at his twin and uttered a husky chuckle under his breath.

"Feeling lucky today, Miss Matriarch?" replied the giant brute, his own bushy tail wagging excitedly behind him. "How about the winner gets to top the loser. Anything they want, any way they want." The playful grin on Saracyn’s lips turned much more lecherous, those cerulean eyes gleaming with a wanton fire as he eyed up his sexy mate across from him. "Interesting enough stakes for your taste, my queen?"

"Saracyn Mendacium"