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Prologue

Glen followed Jestin's monarch ever since he could remember. There was really nothing else he knew about the world around him, the other monarchs were a blur to him. He could easily blend in with the rest of his kin but there was a strange feeling of indifference. This isn't what he wanted, he wasn't sure what he wanted and his indecision was met with disdain.  He was shunned and pressured to leave by others in the monarch, even Jestin himself grew wary of Glens loyalty. Feeling alienated by his pears, he ultimately set off to seek console in a different monarch. He came upon master Kurik's rule, but he didn't intend to serve, at least not yet. He had a specific goal in mind and that was to find someone he could confide in. Perhaps the chittercida who've chosen fear as their alignment would understand his hesitancy to commit. Or would they treat him with aversion for his place of origins? His young mind was a thing of ignorance. 

The mortal world

After arriving in this unfamiliar territory Glen was once again confronted with feeling lost and aimless. All the choices he made and risks he took before amounted to nothing. He wondered if this was a chance at a fresh start; a new beginning. For all he knew it could very well be the beginning of the end.

His heart felt like an endless void that consumed and consumed and consumed. It led him astray and soon he found himself tangled up in messes he would otherwise avoid in the past. He became addicted to instigating conflict among the chittercida who had began building their own gangs (clans). Glen did not feel entitled to be a part of a gang and instead became one who drifted from one to the other simply to cause some disorder among them. By now rumors of Glen's antics have spread.  A wiser, notoriously known chittercida who held a mafia like status caught wind of Glen's activities and took it upon himself to put him in his place in the guise of a promise: "I can give you something to commit to.".

This chittercida who calls himself "boss" manipulates glen into working for him. At first glen sees it as an opportunity and felt quite smug to be of use to this chittercida high up on the food chain (keep your enemies closer and all that) and with rivalry as his emotion he took great enjoyment in competing and taking down other rival gangs.

Months down the road his boss finds more malicious uses for him. Words to belittle and intimidate were spoken on a daily bases to undermine Glen's ego and self worth. Of course he would retaliate with a few quippy comebacks of his own (often impulsively) but that sent him into deeper, darker (and harsher) waters. At one point Glen's right eye was almost completely gouged out if not for the fact that his boss was satisfied with what he got. Branding Glen with a deep cut over his eye. At least he could still see, he tried to find some humor in it all to comfort himself and push back the gnawing sense of hostility he repressed to keep his sanity. Because if he gave in he was sure he would never come back. 

An almost fatal fight between the two leaves Glen with countless wounds across his entire body, but most notably are the ones that littered his neck. Quite frankly it was was torn to shreds, the wounds just shallow enough that they only scraped his trachea. But unless treated he would die of blood loss. Glen blacked out soon after and awoke with a bandaged neck that tugged and burned with every slight movement. His boss was gracious enough to gift him a collar for his efforts and to hide the ugly scars that formed.

Few months later, Glen fidgets nervously with the collar, wincing when it drags across his scabbing wounds. This stupid. freaking- "Giulio," The voice makes him go still. "You're not going to be bad are you?" He tugs the collar back, applying pressure to Glen's windpipe. He doesn't answer and instead allows his body to be pulled backwards despite the urge to fight against it. When his back hits the individual behind him teeth dig into the space between his neck and shoulder. Glen makes a slight pained noise, obviously trying to restrain himself. Soon the weight of the other presses against him forcing him to lean downward. Limbs envelop him to keep him in place and his tail curls around the other's despite himself. Glen enjoyed flings on occasion, but not like this and most certainly not with his boss. Glen lived in his head these moments, replaying revenge fantasies To distract himself and to avoid outwardly lashing out. As much as he wanted to fight, and flee soon after, he could not get his body to move and felt even shitier about that. Another thing he had no control over.

At some point Glen manages to leave, but not without abandoning his old identity. Giulio no longer existed. He doesn't really know why he did, but he kept the collar even after everything. Why would he keep something given to him by the one individual he despises the most? The one who completely fucked him up, destroyed his life, and led him even further on the path of destruction. The collar as it was back then and now, a painful and soothing reminder that if he shuts up, knows his place, and stays calm everything will be okay. 

Beginning of the end

After Glen runs he is like a ghost on the streets for awhile until he meets a chittercida who calls himself "father". He quite frankly became glen's confidant. This chittercida listened to glen's story and gave him shelter in his rundown church. This gave Glen enough time to think and form all the possible ways he could take revenge. Years pass glen get's bigger and stronger, he claims the title of a gang leader with as many as 50 now under him and growing.  In his 5th year as a boss he meets a rather peculiar chittercida named falken who later becomes glen's partner. They meet under unfortunate circumstances.