Deepwood Weald Everything not lost.

Marruz had anticipated the cold response. His brother had always been a stone wall - impervious to typical sibling relation. But, he couldn't blame his own blood for behaving this way. It wasn't as though they had been raised beneath two different fathers. 

The imperious veneer was all too familiar. In fact, it almost seemed... comforting? Nostalgic? Marruz couldn't quite pinpoint the tide of emotions this encounter unveiled. He only knew that until now this place had seemed like a different world. For only a matter of days, Marruz had believed he might leave his past behind.

Standing there, however, he knew his father would never leave him. Not so long as Mithas walked the earth. It was evident everywhere upon him: the way he breathed, the way he walked... the way he didn't meet the eye. Yes, Marruz believed it probable that the brute could not even recall the details of another's iris. 

But, I'm your brother, his mind screamed. We grew up together. We endured that monster together. 

"Do you find it surprising, brother?" was all that slipped between his lips before he snapped them shut again; pressing his claws hard into the snow. And as much as he wanted to relish the moment, there was a sour flavor to his words. The muscles along his jaw clenched, but his bodice remained just as indecipherable as his kin's. It was a family trait.