Ethan felt as if he had just been whacked with a heavy club with one blow after another. The first, a whallop to the stomach as every anxiety he had been carrying with him on this quest was confirmed. Dyson graves, the features that "marred" Ethan's features were from nothing else but a real Kalona. It was just as the others had said - Tkoli and Maharet were right. A frightening, powerful Kalona. Not an angeni, not some other sort of soquili had given Ethan his features. The horns, the tail... they WERE traits of the demons. He looked back to Cricket, ears lowered, almost apologetically.
But then, the second blow of the azure stallion's words came to his knees, nearly making them buckle. His father as well...? Ethan blinked, looking upon him with new eyes. So the familiar traits were far more than just characteritics of that race... the twisted horns, the hairless tail... the sharp spurs and spikes... this was... his brother?
Ethan swallowed, feeling a tumultous mixture of bile and wonder tumbling through his stomach.
While the stallion before him was not the one he had sought... he was very, VERY close. "I... never knew I had a brother." Ethan breathed hopefully. Maybe he was more like him than he feared. Maybe this gruff posturing was a way he had dealt with the fear of others? "What is your name? Is Dyson close by? Do you live with him?"