To most, it would seem odd for two babies to be taken in and raised by wolves yet for Remus and Romulus, it seemed like a normal enough childhood.

Growing up suckling from a mama wolf was to be considered odd and rather bizarre for two 'humans' though human wasn't really the word to describe them.

They were nations or young ones to be exact.

Romulus would go on to found and create the city of Rome while Remus would be left behind in a forgotten sense.

Remus was the one of the two Ancient Roman Empire nationlings to have a reddish tint to his hair.

Remus was easily jealous and easily angered however, so he grew up with the less admirable qualities.

Naturally, this would lead to a sort of dark isolation for him from his empire, his twin brother, and the world as a whole.

He'd grow up with out being known or even liked really, so when he'd eventually had grandkids, they'd suffer the same fate as him.

It seemed like an endless cycle of suffering for him and his family though at least when he'd entered in to his final war, he'd enjoyed it to his death.

He'd managed finally die happy though it was a blood thirsty grin that was implanted on his face in his final hours.