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Greed · 06-03-2022, 01:35 AM

It was a little entertaining to see the looks of shock and disbelief cross the younger male's face. For years, Greed had thought the same thing. That he was the only true Armada left in the lands, but this young...horned male...was living proof that his kin hadn't completely died out. He mentioned someone by the name of Romulus. A brother of his. So there were two of them, then? "For a while there, I'm sure I have been the only one for the last few years...until now." It was really quite strange...to know he wasn't the last Armada left. He had yet to have any kids of his own, though he wasn't sure if he even really cared much about the Armada name. They had gone down in history, but not for their good deeds. Isardis had been a shadow on the land. As far as Greed had known, Isardis had shown up and caused an upheaval. Causing chaos and leaving ravaged lives in his wake.

Still reeling from the thought that he had the chance to meet another blood relative, he had completely forgotten about the mud in his fur until Remus mentioned it. Looking down at himself, he nodded as he followed Remus to his campsite. "Thank you," He took the fur that Remus had offered him and went in search of the river. It didn't take him very long to find it, and as he quickly cleaned off, he thought about what was going on. He wondered now if there were others besides Remus and his brother...though admittedly, while he was still wrapping his head around this, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. The Ancoras had been his family more than the Armadas had ever been. His mother had abandoned them shortly before they were even weaned as far as he could recall, followed by his father not long after.

Though his father tried to come back into his life along with his siblings, Greed wanted nothing to do with them. Sighing, he cleaned off the fur as best as he could when he was done, and headed back to Remus' campsite. He placed the fur on a nearby log to dry out, then turned his attention back to the other male. "So I guess the horns have finally caught up to our blood. None of our ancestors had anything like your horns there. I don't know when that started happening to our kind, but one day, wolves just started cropping up with all sorts of features that aren't normal for our kind." He should've been used to it by now, but truth be told, he was more old school. It still seemed unnatural to see wolves with horns and quills and all manner of different things...

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