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Greed.

After translation, that was the name of his clan, in the common tongue. But that did not mean that it was often spoken as such. No, their family was one of the rare ones, one of the ones that chose to keep themselves separated from the rest by way of creating their own individual language. There was both a spoken and a written form, to keep outsiders from ever obtaining their secrets, for they never wanted their secrets to be released. They were possessive of the things they had, whether it was physical items such as skins for their bed, pretty seashells or jewels, resources, or ladies for their harems … or memories, or lore, or lessons, or conniving plans for the future - it did not make any difference to them if it was something they could physically touch or not, everything they had was sacred to them, and not to be shared with anyone else. And thus, there was no exile for his people - if anyone did anything worth exile as a punishment, they were simply killed instead. And from time to time, sure, an outsider was brought in. But it was often for breeding purposes, and they were rarely taught the language or the written word unless they contributed some large way, unless they did something so spectacular as to be deemed worthy to join the clan of the Greed. And ask for exactly that, their name? Yes, greed was the direct translation. But it meant so much more than that. It meant possession. It meant power and knowledge. It meant a way of life where how powerful you were could easily be seen by what you were able to gather around you, and which wolves would willingly take your company.

It was that way of life that Kostyantyn had left, and he found the wolves in this area downright dreadful and dreary. He had come upon only one, a female, whom he he had offered to impregnate because of her beauty. But she had seem shocked by his suggestion, and perhaps a bit confused… This land was not home, and that was something he was quickly finding out. But he also realized that it affected his day to day life. Back home, his land was rich in prey and if he so desired, he could send one of his harem about to fetch him food. It was not that he was not skilled - he was, but he was lazy when he could be, in order to be able to have more time to spend with his precious items. But there was no such time here, no did he have any of his precious things - he was alone, and had no one backing him, and no one willing to work for him. Kostyan was quickly finding out that living here would require much more effort than back home, simply because he had no family. He was a stranger, a loner, an outcast in this place - it did not matter where he came from or what his family name was. He was one of the royal line, but that meant nothing here. He was nothing here.

The prince had not forgotten his task, but how was he to accomplish it without allies? He had waited for months now, months, for the other heirs to arrive on the shore. But they never had, and he wondered if he was the only one to survive the swim over. Bit by bit, Kostyantyn had grown restless and weary. And by now? He absolutely was bored and the taste of fish, the scaly skin that had to be torn away, the slimy meat that was so oily he had to hold his breath in order to swallow it down... he had grown to hate it. He wanted thick red meat, gushing with blood, not anymore of this marine life that he had been stuck with. And so? He had at last set out, abandoned his station, but if any of his kind where to look for him, they would find his tale painted in blood, painted in his blood, and dried upon the wall. They would know where to look for him - it was all written in there, with painstaking care. And for the record? He was not giving up his mission, not at all… he was merely delaying it a while and choosing instead to find a life for himself so he could get settled, set up a base station to work out of that was as far away from the fucking ocean as could be. And speaking of fucking… Where were all the females in this land for him to take advantage of? Perhaps that would be his first matter of business… Collecting femmes for his harem.

He traveled along the shore line, following it up a river until finally he broke off and wandered across the land. The days turned into weeks as he looked for a place to settle in. He feasted along the way, dear, elk, and thought to himself he would never have fish again. But then… then he landed in a swap. It wasn’t so much that he landed in it, more just like he discovered it and in some ways, it reminded him of his homeland, reminded him of the territory that he had always thought of as home. And so on a whim, he stepped into the dark foreboding woods, his paw steps leaving deep imprints in his wake. He did not get far before he realized he wasn’t alone. Before he realized that another was tailing him. A smile grew on his face, and he turned around, waiting for them to show themselves. He was charming when you wanted to be, and was by all accounts handsome. His flaw… His flaw was his goddamn cockiness that was evident as soon as he opened his mouth, but given his past susccesses, at least he had earned it.

🟍Kostyantyn🟍Son of Greed🟍Heart of Ice🟍No Kin🟍No Loyalty🟍