Hello, Dear Brother (Zan, IO)

The day had been rather long and arduous for the young male as he stood on a rooftop of a building closest to the mountains, hands snugged deeply into his pockets. He had been following someone that lived in these parts for some time until he had no longer saw them leaving. For some reason it felt really weird almost bordering stalker, but the young blonde knew something that the other should have known. Words racked inside his brain on how to do this, but another voice simply popped in mentally. "Still stalking the blonde huh? Maybe you should just tell him?." Muneri sometimes indulged in the voice he never knew he had in his mind, but today those green eyes stared into the distance. He stood there for some time, maybe five or six minutes before walking toward the edge of the building and plummeting downward. With a swift motion he flipped and started walking down its surface with the greatest of ease. As he reached the bottom he began to walk toward the mountain, hands still in his pockets.

Thoughts ran through his mind of whether or not the other would believe him. They looked different in some key areas, but that did not deny the fact that they were kin. As he made his way though the base of the mountains, he made sure to recall the paths the man had taken to wherever he had lived. It was important that he knew where he had been going. After what seemed like an endless amount of walking he finally arrived there. The main objective now the only question that remained was his brother here. Walking up to the door he would take his left hand out and rap upon the door three times before waiting for a response.

Someone was following him.

Of that, the Boar was entirely certain. At first, it was naught but a nagging suspicion- surely someone knew better than to do such a thing- but as it proceeded... It was as if eyes were trailing his every move. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, without a deep set paranoia aching in his bones. He wasn't even sure if the presence was there at those times, but the feeling remained. If someone was watching him some of the time, were there other times of observation that he hadn't noticed? The thought was sobering. Zan was lying spread eagle on his cot. His sweatpants were on, but his shirt and shoes were not. His eye patch rested over his face comfortably, having forgotten to remove it the previous night.

Knock knock knock.

A pause. Someone was...? The cabin was isolated- it could not have been found by accident. Was someone here for him? He slid out of the cot with a fluid motion, grabbing a tomahawk in his left, scabbed hand as he did so before standing up to his full height. A scarred and muscled form tensed as he approached the door. Was this the person who had been following? Was it someone else? He twisted the lock before pausing. The door opened slowly with a creak of the wind, and his unkempt, nearly feral form was towering over a much younger person. Despite this, however, he was still weary- age meant little in comparison to skill. He refused to underestimate and otherwise disrespect someone based on that factor alone. His grip on the wooden handled weapon clenched, and a single piercing blue eye narrowed. Naught a word escaped his lips; he wasn't one for talking, especially in times of acute tension. If this situation was to be resolved peacefully, the stranger before him would have to take initiative.

[WC: 313]
[Total WC: 313]

Time slowed down for the male as he waited for the door to open, not hearing anything within the shack probably meant the male was not at home. Or he could have been ignoring him. Either way Muneri stood there with a smile on his face, hands clad in his pockets as he rocked back and forth waiting for something...anything. After a moment or two he began to hear the sounds of stirring within the home, maybe the bear was in its den after all. The time had finally come for the two of them to meet face to face, though when the door slowly began to open his eyes would slowly begin to seek upwards for the taller males face. Seeing him without a shirt was definitely...an interesting way to open the door, but the smile never faded as he looked at the male ignorant to the weapon in his hand.

He made no sudden movements as he allowed the awkward silence to build before the shorter male broke the silence," Heya Zan...Probably don't remember me but we were in the place with the thing together for a while before you know..you disappeared. Onto why I am here...Mind if I come in to sit so we can talk or...do you just want to do this here?," whether the male made a decision or not, Muneri would shrug and begin to talk. He made sure to choose his words awfully careful as to not startle the man, people always took finding about their family a little too hard these days," Now as you know we were both picked up by that man we could technically call "dad" but not really. You don't remember anything about your "Actual" family do you? Like your mother, father, and any siblings?," he'd use the word sibling quite heavily just to emphasize his point to the male. Whether or not they had gotten the subtle hint he would continue speaking," More to the point i'd figure you'd care to know that you had a brother among the fighters, an actual brother not the figurative meaning. So here I am to formally introduce myself. I am your younger brother, Muneri. Pleasure to finally be able to speak with you formally."

The stranger's smile split across his face, and as he spoke, going on about the facility, his disappearance, and... About a family he didn't recall in the slightest. His grip on the weapon tightened. Creeeeeak. The wood began to splinter in his iron grip. This person had been following him, and already knew that much? He couldn't yet determine if they were hostile yet, and merely playing a game, or even more impossibly somehow speaking with one hundred percent candor. He clenched his teeth together. Acting rashly could potentially solve this problem... But making it worse was a distinct possibility for which he wasn't quite prepared to handle. He inhaled sharply and narrowed his single eye, a dark crimson color bleeding in at the edge of his iris as he tried to take in every singular detail about the person in front of him. The blonde hair of a disturbingly similar shade to his own, bright green eyes, odd attire... In the end, it all came down to proof. Blonde hair wasn't uncommon in the far north. A whispering caress murmured sweet promises of retribution in his ear, and he ferociously shook his head. He wouldn't give the Entity any more power over him. His decisions would and forevermore remain his own.

"How have you come to such a conclusion?" he wondered aloud, letting his doubt come to light as clearly as possible. "Surely one as convinced as yourself has proof of such a claim." Zan waited patiently for the stranger's reply. If he could not offer something, then... His grip on the axe loosened for a moment. There would surely be punishment. After all, lying had its consequences, as did stalking- assuming that this was the one who had been following him these past weeks. Inhale. Exhale. And a pause.

[WC: 301]
[Total WC: 614]

So the beast had finally spoke. The smile that had still be on his face never faltered even after seeing the males eye go crimson as if he was taking in each individual feature of his body. Such bold decisions marked Muneri as either an idiot or someone without fear, but he was neither to be honest. He took on each task as if it was his last and when he continued holding eyesight with the giant he would reach into his jacket and pull out a small piece or two of paper," Proof. Of course. Who else would listen to the idle ramblings of a shortie like me mm? Well if our devilish good looks aren't enough to persuade you then behold~ I bring to you the proof that old man was keeping in his office. Our official records of birth. Signed by none other than our dear old mother. Of course if you want to surmise the validity of these papers you can, but I assure you these are real. I wouldn't risk my head for fakes now~," and as if on cue it seemed like he "turned" off, his eyes temporarily leaving the male before returning.

He shook his head for a moment without actually speaking to whatever happened and he tapped his head," Silly mental interference. If this isn't enough you can ask him yourself. While he isn't much for giving without getting, I managed to wrangle the truth out of him. It took such a long time to get all of this together so you didn't try to take my head off for bothering you, unless you still plan on doing it with...whatever it is you have in your burly hand there." His smile once again never faltered as he stared back at the male waiting for his reaction. Whether it was good or bad would determine what Muneri would end up doing as a result. He had hoped this would go a lot better than he thought it would go. Only time would tell.