Kolar. He never really knew his own older brother, he never knew what he looked like, and Kolar was always curious, what did his brother look like? Why did he leave? Kolar was half dragon, so he was probably highly hunted. He was sweet, but dangerous. His brother was always gone, in a different dimension.

Though, Kolar had a dimension too. He made nightmareish creatures there, we know nothing about it. He always stayed in the basement, worrying about the outside world and who was hunting him down, he knew his brother probably left for good, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

One day, Kolar heard footsteps coming from upstairs and his instincts immediately flared up. He prepared for the worst and slowly got out of the basement, he was very stealthy because of his whole murdering thing.

Kolar heard the sounds from the living room and immediately prepared his claw, his wing was ripped and he had to bandage it back, so he had to be careful approaching the mysterious figure. Until..

As he prepared to lunge at the unknown person in the living room, he stopped in his tracks. He glared at the person, feeling like he's related to them. " Brother..? Is that.. you? " Kolar managed to blurt out. He took a few steps forward, wanting to reach out but stopping.