@samiam

For too long, the fate of the Adevar brotherhood rested on his shoulders. For too long, the knowledge that the legacy of his forebears resided in him alone was too much to bear. But not all that are lonely are truly alone. This was never made more apparent than in the arrival of a tom who bore a familiar stature, carried a familiar gait, and when stepping into the light, held the eyes of the Adevar lineage.

He had heard tale of a sibling of his from his parents long ago, but never had he met him in his life. When he was a youth, he dreamed of the day his brother would walk into his life. He would no longer be alone, looked upon by his parents as though he were not of this world. When he grew older, he contemplated the idea that perhaps this elusive sibling was in fact long departed from this world, and he took comfort in the raven here and there he would see that he had dubbed was made of spirit.

Now, standing only mere lengths from the ghost of his past and future, he knew all claims to be untrue. This brother of his held no relation to him other than the shared blood that flowed through their veins. Still, it was enough.

He dipped his head in greeting. "Brother." Came his quiet, rumbling tone, slightly muffled by the upper portion of his mask.