Back in my day...

Grandma Manea began to go into their lesson for the day which apparently was the history of their family. Daemon didn’t much care for history lessons, preferring far more practical lessons like fighting, but he had enough respect for his family line to find value in learning about the Mendacium family’s past and origins to pay attention. Manea talked about their ancestors, the Ancient souls, and the powers that were bestowed upon their bloodlines. Daemon couldn’t help but smirk with pride. The Mendacium family was without a doubt the most powerful bloodline in the lands thanks to the power of their Ancient souls.

As the lesson veered more into talks of the Matriarch and the matriarchy and female power that came from the pack, Daemon began to tune out, finding little value in the conversation given that… well, he was distinctly a male. Good for the girls, he guessed… Dae couldn’t help but notice how small a footnote the males were in their family history, and to be quite frank, it bothered him some. Did that mean he wasn’t important because he wasn’t born a girl? Was he doomed to be forgotten just as readily as every other Mendacium brute? All this talk about finding soul mates was just mushy girly romantic stuff and made the boy groan inwardly. When Manea wrapped up and the other pups started asking their questions, Daemon just sat quietly to himself, almost sulking. He had nothing to contribute being a boy and all.

"Daemon Mendacium"