Kapras?us had been blind to his brother's change in physical appearance for a long moment as he stared, gaze brimming with awe and adoration. Though his brother seemed to take a long moment to notice him, he would wait -- for him, he could wait a lifetime. Joy would paint itself upon tan features, his lips contorting into a smile. It seemed clear to him that Jaeger was under the influence of something; his gaze was lost and vacant, despite the recognition that shone in those familiar depths.
But he, too, was convinced he was being tricked. The gods were so wicked at times, especially Loki, known for his deceit. Slowly he would shake his head, a whimper rising up from his throat. "Nein, nein, es ist mir, dein Fleisch und Blut!" Oh, how could he convince him? His mind would whirl, overwhelmed with excitement and confusion alike, but something more strange would break his concentration. The voice of another, so small, gliding over the plains. He would turn, animated in his movements, eying the small girl with eyes of fire. "Er ist mein Bruder," he stated somewhat hotly. "Blut von meinem Blut." He seemed irritated that this woman might know him better than he knew himself, but negativity would slide easily from his features as he redirected his gaze to Jaeger.
It took so long for him to notice the missing foot, hidden in the tall blades of grass, but when he finally did he warily paced forward. "Wie?" he asked, his lyrics devoid of disgust even as he leaned to stare at the broken limb. "Ein bl?t? Aber f?r wen?" He strung together two languages easily, his attention disjointed as he took everything in. He was overwhelmed, and he grew somewhat excited as he waited for his brother to speak.
WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.
