Screw it all to heck

Greed gave a laugh and replied to her comment on dangerous men and dying, "Everyone dies, Ma'am. I just prefer to push off my end as far as possible. Live long and die happy, if I can." It was truth too, for he did not tell lies. It wasn't that he couldn't tell a lie or was a bad liar, he just didn't do it. He doubted somewhat that he would live to a ripe old age like most, there was that saying after all. Violent delights had violent ends. And he did take part in violet delights.



He gave a charming smile and studied his lady of fire and amethyst, who was still nameless in his mind. Whatever label she possessed, it would be beautiful, and fit her perfectly. A name for her celestial coloring maybe. It was a name he could not guess though.



Oh. She was speaking again.



"You had best let your paws take you elsewhere, then. Should your paws take you eastward, you'll find yourself near a river that courses into my home, known as Ludicael."

Greed's ears perked slightly at the mention of a pack. A group of wolves, banded together to increase their odds of survival. Or maybe it was a family that didn't want to break apart and go their separate ways. Either way, it was an opportunity. What was this home like, though? He voiced this question with a slight smile tilting his lips, "Ludicael? What is this Ludicael like? I am not well versed in what the packs here are like." Another truth, and an unfortunate one if this beauty was what most packs held.



"What might you name be, dear lady? If you don't mind me knowing of course."

Speech!