It could said that it was fate that the two brothers were so similar yet different. Halcyon more resembled their father’s later, more nobel years with Mugen’s the earlier. Though perhaps minus their father’s haughty-taughty good nature behind things. It could be said that Halcyon took all the good their father had to offer and Mugen the bad. Two sides of the same coin. The brothers grew up so far apart but nature seemed to delegate, at least Mugen’s, growth after all. However, Mugen could care less about blood now. Blood didn’t matter much, it didn’t delegate who he would do things for, though he wouldn't lie, it was the fact Haclyon was family that he was here at all, but it was certainly only for Mugen’s own selfish desires and disillusions in what potentially could come from being the brother of the king. Something was there, but it wasn’t enough Mugen, not when he had wolves his whole life wanting to kill him for a scrap of meat or a pretty thing he found while they were rummaging. Not many where he had grown up would do anything for anyone unless there was something in it for them. That was the type of crowd he grew up with and it would be some time before any form of selflessness would come back to the surface.
The story of how Halcyon got the pack was boring. No bloodshed, no fun, no nothing, but he got the home of their family back, the home their father had established and he guessed that was something if nothing else. He wondered a little, but soon decided he didn’t care, about how the previous queen knew of him. He could tell Halcyon was pleased with his doing nothing and being handed this pack. Mugen though didn’t know the whole story. Sometime he would see who he could get it out of.
His face wrinkled into a frown when his brother seemingly didn’t believe in Mugen’s skills. He gave an audible ‘harrummph’ of displeasure and his bright teal eyes narrowed upon him. Even as he spoke of Viserys who Mugen also didn’t care about hearing of at the moment. He would later quite enjoy the tale of how he was with that bitch Mugen once met in the crags though, that would give him a laugh that selfless Viserys somehow got with the most vain girl in all moladion. For another time that would be later.
”What you can’t tell? I have a proclivity at being the sneakiest of sneak thieves. I stole from rogue leaders right under their stupid little noses and they didn’t even suspect a thing. I got in fights with others and can run like hell and get away and hide too. Only to get behind them and get what I want anyway. It’s good times being good at something. I mean a goody goody like you Hal, no offence, could use someone like me I think. Savvy?”