Begin With Yourself

To an outside observer, watching the Mendacium twins spar would be akin to watching a pair of choreographed dancers maneuvering through a routine together. Their steps were like clockwork, their movements precise and honed to perfection, each one a perfect mirror image and compliment to the other's. It would be no surprise that they had both had the same upbringing and training. Avacyn deftly dodged his counterattack, leaving Saracyn to bite down on nothing but air. He shot his sister a playful glare, but that was short-lived as she pivoted quicker than he could regain his poise. The next thing Saracyn knew, his twin was charging at him headfirst with those horns atop her crown pointed in his direction. Sara didn't manage to get out of the way in time, but he did manage to brace himself against the impact, which came with the entire force of his mate behind it.

With a grunt, Saracyn went toppling over sideways, knocked a couple of feet back from Avacyn. He hit the ground and quickly rolled with the momentum, landing himself on his paws and pushing himself back up to a standing stance. "Okay, Miss Matriarch. No more Mister Nice Brute," he remarked with a playful growl in his tone before he was charging for Ava once more. This time however, he didn't go barreling into her, instead stopping on a dime a couple of feet in front of her and launching himself into the air with his rippling muscles in a pounce at her, forelegs extended in an attempt to come crashing down onto her back and tackle her to the ground.

"Saracyn Mendacium"