a tour around hell

At the mention of Rome, the captive sent him a look of respect as if his origin had affected his whole being. He nearly scoffed at that, proud of being a Roman, yes but it did not determine who he was wholly. "I hail from Moscow, a brutal sister city of the coldest in Russia. I have heard of Rome, its civilization thriving and surviving. Of which city of Rome do you come from?" A cold amused grin spread across his features, "Asking your Praetor questions now are you? Aren't it supposed to be the other way, barbarian Vector?" his words were biting and sharp although his tone had softened slightly. But he really didn't mind answering the captive's question. "I came from the Northern lands of Rome, a place called Aezani Fluvius. Though you probably have not heard of it as it is mostly a small fortress." he shrugged.

That was just the place he came from, the pack itself was buried within the the place and rarely seen the other Romans lingering around the other parts of Aezani Fluvius. Aku never let wolves other than diplomats leave the pack unless it was a full blown war which the wolves of Noctem Vagus usually won. Why? Mercilessness, dishonorably fighting and most of all intensive fighting training for the warriors there.