Coping mechanisms varied between each individual. Killua probably has seen each and every type of coping with all the different faces he ended up meeting during his journeys. From those hurting themselves to drinking, to drugs, and then to actual healthy coping mechanisms. Everyone had them, as it was impossible to not have them in a world where it was considered to be fairly cruel for the majority. This did not mean that he judged those that did have unhealthy coping mechanisms. He wasn't perfect either, and he wasn't entirely sure what could be considered his coping mechanism. Inflicting pain on himself wouldn't work as he wouldn't feel such pain unless he started to break his bones. He couldn't do that since it would stunt the training that he had been working on recently and needed to continue doing. He couldn't drink alcohol, because alcohol did not have the same effect on him as it did other animals. His body filtered it almost like that of poison, and having been tortured by poisons at a younger age his body simply would filter it out. Killua only ever had alcohol once, and he had to say that he hated the taste of the substance and would much rather deal with something sweeter at the end of the day. The same went for drugs, as drugs didn't have adverse effects to him, at least he would think it would work similarly to the poisons that he had ingested. Killua had never tried any drug before and would prefer not to because drugs could easily shape his personality and mental attitude at the time. He didn't want to resort to clouding his mind when he constantly needed to be on alert for his family and any other dangers to those that he cared about. Killua's coping mechanism usually ended up with physical exhaustion as he wouldn't let himself sleep and grow extremely exhausted. At a young age, he was forced to function several days without sleep, and he was well beyond this threshold. He wouldn't let himself sleep fully, and instead would take a couple minute naps where he had the time. He had all the time in the world in a place of peace, but he felt like he was slowly running out of time.

The albino serval also did not eat as much as he should. Several times he was thankful for his thick fur hiding any sign of malnutrition on his body. Most of the time anyone in Elysium or even Snowbound only ever really saw him eating candy and nothing else. He didn't have the best diet in the world, but it wasn't killing him and he could function just fine without as much meat in his diet. He hated the taste of it anyway and preferred to eat food that was mostly prepared by humans. Killua never talked to others about his problems or fears, and if he did it meant that he had no other choice to ask for help. He never wanted anyone to get mixed up with the family drama he was constantly dealing with, but sometimes that wasn't his choice to make as others stood by his side ready to defend him despite that. Killua had no idea who Ada was, other than that the Pittian member knew one of the Elysium members. The jaguars visit made little to no sense to Killua as the jaguar seemed to just come to Elysium to deliver a warning. This made the assassin think that the Pitt was planning something, and if they were he planned on stopping them in their tracks and killing them before they had a chance to do anything. He would easily kill in order to defend those that he cared about, no questions asked. Killua made sure to memorize the jaguar's appearance in case she ever appeared again. She had been given a warning, and if she was to return again, then she wouldn't be given a second chance to appease to the group and would be regarded with hostility from the serval. Having slaughtered dragons before in his current form, dealing with a jaguar would be an easy kill. He killed jaguars before, and he was fairly certain the last time he did was in Snowbound, a kill that he for once regretted. Killua did not live in a place that was designated as the camp for Elysium. He never lived in the camp when he lived in Snowbound either and instead opted to live by himself. This would protect those that lived in the clan from himself and also allowed him some form of privacy as well. Despite being here for a couple of months now he didn't exactly trust those around to be near him, at least not entirely.

The only times Killua was in camp was checking to make sure his friends were okay, and if there was anything interesting going on. He never came for food or to have regular social interactions with others. He wasn't the most social in the clan, and he probably would never be in this case. This time around, he had been looking for Stark, his father figure not having reared his head in a while now. He flicked his large white ears as he adjusted Koru around his neck. The albino black mamba was enjoying the newfound warmth of the season, while Killua hated it. A sigh escaped his jaws as he began to walk toward the exit of the camp when he heard a somewhat familiar voice. He didn't even know the domestic cat's name, as he had never seen her before in his life. The sound of shouting caught his attention, and to make sure that there was nothing seriously wrong, he began to make his way toward that direction. His pawsteps were silent and no scent could be detected from his body. As he neared, the smell of alcohol hit his senses, causing his nose to wrinkle in partial disgust to the smell. Well, he could deduce what was happening. Keeping to the wall of the home, he cautiously peered into the room where he spotted the domestic cat that he saw earlier today. He spotted several bottles of alcohol on the floor, and couldn't help but roll his sapphire blue eyes. Killua had never been perfect when it came to comforting those that were in distress. This was one of those situations, as he wasn't entirely sure what he should be doing. His mind told him that he should just walk away and continue with the rest of the day. A sigh escaped his jaws as he used one of his white paws to slowly push the door open a little bit. He didn't dare enter the house, and instead just stood outside of it. "Uhhhh... you okay in here?" Killua questioned in somewhat of an awkward tone. Obviously, she wasn't okay, but if she told him to go away he wouldn't hesitate to leave and let her finish drinking the rest of the alcohol that she had.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons

His presence usually made those that encountered him for the first time uneasy. It was common to find him in elevated positions, as it allowed him to get a better of what he would end up dealing with. It also allowed him to have a quicker reaction time in case someone tried to teleport up to his position or try to attack anyone that approached them. Another factor that made others uneasy were his metal claws that were longer than that of a regular serval's claws, and the fact that he can't be heard or smelled. Animals are used to having some sort of smell to associate an object or another animal with. Without that, it makes an animal uncomfortable, as he had seen with many animals that he 'greeted' on the border of Snowbound when he was the deputy there before it ended up getting destroyed. All of these factors always came back to the way that he was raised by his family to become the perfect assassin that they wanted him to be, and they were damn near close to molding him to be just that. It was only when he ended up having a mind of his own that he drifted from the path that they had created for him, not wanting to already have his future planned out and growing bored with killing over and over again from how easy it became. Killua wanted to see what the enjoyment was in becoming normal and how it differed from the way that he was raised. He could name a couple of moments where he did feel actual happiness in living in the clans and even Snowbound. Sure, there were times where it was easy to piss him off and when his older brother started to manipulate his mind he became a lot more aggressive to those around him. Yet, he still believed that he had made the right choice of leaving his family to pursue what he wanted. Although his family didn't exactly appreciate the heir of the family name to go off on his own. Not that Killua cared all that much and he usually did what he wanted anyway.

Killua's eyes analyzed everything about the jaguar. His family made him an expert in reading body language in an effort to increase his reaction time in case of an attack. He noticed the tense shoulders, and that she looked ready to fight on his approach. Killua was not all concerned about the jaguar herself and believed that she would be an easy target to get rid of if she wanted to start trouble. Killua didn't trust any warbound groups because most of the creatures that lived there believed that they could get away with anything and not have any reprocutions. Well, Killua didn't follow the rules and would gladly beat someone to an inch of their life if they thought that they could mess with Elysium in any way. Part of him that London wasn't here at the moment in case a fight did break out because with his temper it was entirely possible for that to happen. Koru's red eyes remained trained on the heat signature of the black jaguar and did not seem to move, its black tongue slithering out of its mouth tasting the scent of the animal. Killua's eyes narrowed as she spoke. She used to live here, and yet she decided to join a place like the Pitt. A poor choice in Killua's mind. The creature that they spoke of he did not know, but if he did he certainly wouldn't tell someone of the likes of a Pitt member on their whereabouts. It was not for his information to give. "Never heard of them. You also picked a shit place to stay if you used to live here." Killua said with venom in his voice. Just because the creature used to live here did not mean that he would welcome them with open arms. Although, he was being hypocritical as an assassin most likely would not have been accepted into Elysium if he openly said that to those that had approached him when he was joining. His large ears picked up movement that he didn't recognize coming from the depths of Elysium territory.

He didn't turn his head in the direction that his enhanced senses were picking up until he saw the figure coming forth. A white domestic cat. But not entirely so. Some aspects of the anatomy of the white animal were not normal of that of a regular domestic cat, so there were probably some mutations in play with the other animal. Well, it seemed like this stranger knew of this Ada that Killua didn't care about. Killua didn't say anything but instead agreed with the domestic cat's statement about the Pitt. Sapphire blue eyes turned to look at the black jaguar to hear how she would answer her. The answer that Ada gave, was the wrong one. Killua's eyes immediately became significantly darker, and the air around the group would drop by several degrees and grow cold with the change of his personality. Getting up onto his paws onto the branch, the assassin would let himself drop down onto the ground below, the impact of his paws making no noise. His metal claws were commonly unsheathed, but what Ada said basically made her a threat and that no information should be given to her about Elysium in case the Pitt wanted to raid them. "Then it would be beneficial for you to leave then. We aren't going to share information with a potential enemy, and the Pitt are not wanted here." Killua stated in a serious tone. His body language during the exchange, however, remained calm and did not show any form of aggression. The albino black mamba around his throat and chest could feel the change in the atmosphere and started to slowly hiss in Ada's direction.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons

Killua lost track exactly how many peaceful groups he had been in. All of them were somewhat the same, in the fact that they refused to fight when one of them were injured or manipulated in some way. That was how Leigh had been when he was leading Snowbound. Preferring to talk rather than take action most of the time. Killua was starkly different as he was more than likely to accept violence than talking over an issue if there was no use in trying to talk through the situation. The albino serval had no reason to waste time with talk, and would simply get right down to business instead. He was far from a Pacifist as well, having been raised to be an assassin. With the experience that he had with groups though, meet and greets were common place and happened from day to day. It made his day a little bit easier as he didn't have to track strangers down to ask about who they were and what their names were. Although, most of the time he would know who they were before they would even be a meet and greet as he would find them on the border. With nothing better to do, the wildcat thought that he might as well participate in this game, despite not really knowing if the game was going to be fun. It just seemed like a lot of questions were going to be asked, and he wasn't entirely a huge fan of personal questions. If he had to, he would just lie in his answers and be done from there. He noticed that London was there, and that quelled some of his anxiety as he made his way over, stopping next to the albino clouded leopard as Tena began to answer the questions that were asked of her. He had a emotionless look on his face as he sat down with a lollipop in his mouth, trying to think about a question to ask her, one that wouldn't be too personal or weird for that matter. He raised one of his paws and scratched the side of his head before he finally thought of a simple question. "What is your opinion on warbound groups?" Killua asked calmly with a slight Japanese accent. Killua wanted to know whether or not the female was just going to sit around while everyone around her was massacred or take some form of action. Of course, he didn't expect someone to go all out into war, but instead show some form of resistance against attackers. Killua thought most of those that lived in Warbound groups were idiotic and had massive egos that needed to be torn down. Once he asked the question, Killua gave a small nod of greeting to London and Straw, before turning back toward the sand cat.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons

This was probably a bad idea. He could feel it in his gut. But what else did he have planned for today? Literally nothing. He knew that he had put off the weekly task for a while now, and that he should probably get it done. Besides, it would probably help a lot of those that didn't know how to felt all that well, while he was an expert at most fighting. The only one that could beat him in a fight was Illumi, and his brother wasn't here right now, and he hoped he never would be. The former Snowbound deputy had to figure out a way to do this without his air elementals cushioning every step that he would take. He had started using the power since he was just a kitten and could use the power without even really thinking about it. He never really had to turn it off before, but if they wanted to understand how it was done without powers, it was probably for the best anyway. The albino serval was sitting in camp, off to the side slightly as they were going to need a nice flat open area for this. Going down to the beach was a bad idea because larger animals would end up sinking in the sand and the lesson wouldn't be possible there. Koru was wrapped around his neck, the albino black mamba constantly on the lookout for threats for Killua, despite Killua not forcing the snake to stay around them. The reptile was certainly enjoying the warmer weather while the assassin was hating every minute of it. He guessed that it could be worse if he was at sea level and not on a mountain, but he could still complain about it all he wanted. After all, it still wasn't Snowbound. Far from it. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws and a tired look spread across his facial features. He didn't really want to do this, but his gut was telling him to keep himself busy so that he wouldn't get out of shape. Would anyone even listen to him? He wasn't exactly the most trusting person after all. Raising one of his paws, he used the tip of his claws to scratch the side of his neck. "Alright. Stealth training over here if anyone wants to learn." The assassin would state with a bored tone and a shrug of his shoulders. He fully expected no one to show up and he would just carry on with his day.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons

Immortality did not exist. Everyone died. Anyone could be killed. That's what his life had taught him very long ago. He quickly learned that anything could be killed, including mythical creatures. No one was exempt from being killed, as there was a way to kill someone eventually even if it took a while. The assassin did not believe that there would be anything waiting for him after death, and that scared him. Indeed, he was scared to die now because he hadn't found the life that he constantly told his family that he was going to find eventually. The albino serval had a life that he wanted to live, and that was difficult when he was still learning what should have been taught to him when he was just a kitten. Killua was a killer, ironically enough, but he was trying to turn a new leaf. This was his fourth try in a clan to try and become a better person than he had been previously. The young male still had a lot to learn, and he was trying his best not to kill anyone that pissed him off.

The one good aspect of living in Elysium now was considering that London now lived here with him. Stark also lived here albeit he hadn't seen the old man in a good while. He had friends that he recognized and he felt just a little bit less lonely now that he had other animals to talk to that he actually knew. It was a nice change of pace, but there was something in the back of his mind that constantly told him that this wouldn't last. An event would eventually occur that would take peace away from a group, as that is how it always happened. There was no such thing as peace. There was such a thing as a peace hiatus. Eventually, someone would want to try to start trouble, and sometimes it was himself that would try to start something simply out of boredom. However, he wasn't going to be the one that would attempt to try to start all-out wars. Too many innocent lives are lost when it comes to war, and he had seen it with his own eyes. Now, his mind was mostly focused on training to be stronger than he had ever been. This meant that he was always practicing his electrical elementals to try and make them stronger and bare the pain more so that he could utilize them to their full strength. Easier said than done with a power that caused him serious amounts of pain.

The albino wildcat constantly patrolled the area when he wasn't training. London lived here now, which meant that he couldn't let any dangers enter the area as long as he was around. Most of the time when he lived in a group, he took it upon himself to become the groups protector, without stating it vocally. He didn't want to see any innocent lives taken, but if someone deserved it he didn't really care. If there was anyone that didn't belong in a place like this based on their background it was certainly him. The assassin's movements remained silent as he began to track the sound of familiar voices that were obviously near the border. They were probably talking to someone that they didn't recognize or know. He flicked one of his large white ears as he leaped from tree to tree, keeping his movements minimum as he had Koru around his neck. He didn't exactly want the albino black mamba to slip from his throat either. The young male eventually found himself on a tree above the group, his sapphire blue eyes trained on the stranger that he didn't recognize. At first, he thought it was Tena, but the scent didn't match, they just happened to be the same species. Maybe they were family, or it was just a coincidence. He had met several servals before that would join the same group that he was in, but none of them were ever his coloration. He wondered if Pierce was still alive. The assassin silently lowered himself onto the branch that he was on, not giving any indication to his presence. His means of greeting newcomers did not change all that much since Snowbound. The former deputy kept an emotionless expression on his face as he kept his claws in the wood of the branch that he was on to keep himself from slipping. Around 10ft up off the ground, he would have plenty of time to react if the sand cat actually turned out to be a threat. "You look like leader lady." Killua partly forgot the ladies name, which happened from time to time. But, names were also important and he wasn't about to give it out to a stranger if they were scouting for information of nearby clans. After he spoke, the albino serval's gaze would look at London to make sure that she was safe before looking at the stranger again.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons

Killing was so much easier than leaving someone alive. Leaving anyone alive that either attacked you or someone else was means for disaster. Most animals enjoyed rearing their heads at the worst moment and coming back for a form of revenge. If that animal was dead, it would just mean that they would never be a problem again, and it was problem solved. Besides, killing another being was not all that hard if anyone had basic anatomy or instincts to attack vulnerable areas. Snap of a neck, a slice of an artery, punctured lung, and many more were many ways to kill someone. Killua knew that his older brother actually did prefer to kill his victims by using needles that would impale the enemies body in many ways. The albino serval itself had been a victim to the needles and knew exactly how deadly they could be. He had the scars to prove the damage that they caused. Not only were the massive needles lethal, but they could also be laced with a variety of different poisons. He was fairly certain that his brother changed out what poisons were on the needles after each job he went on, making it extremely difficult to prepare for the other Zoldyck. The assassin didn't really have to worry about his brother's poisons as he was trained to be immune to specialized poisons and poisons that anyone could make. Even now while he lived a somewhat peaceful life, Killua was more than capable of dealing a lethal blow to any animal that he came across. As he suspected, a non-warbound group like the Elysium trusted too many faces. This could easily get them killed if they weren't careful, as he could have lied about being peaceful and destroyed them from the inside out. It was entirely possible for an event like that to appear in groups like this, but the Elysium was lucky in that there were very few conflicts that dealt with them anyway. Before he was even introduced to the clans or tribes, Killua would simply take the life of someone that annoyed him. All it would take was the swift movement of his claws to dispatch any other animal. There were several accounts of the young male killing butlers that turned out to be an annoyance toward him at the time. Sure, he got scolded for killing a butler, but they could always hire new ones and it wasn't detrimental for them to lose butlers. After a while, part of the training to be a Zoldyck butler would be able to realize signs of annoyance from any of the family members so that the butler would know when to make a speedy exit. Even then, it wasn't foolproof and butlers were still killed or potentially even experimented on by his older brother just to test a theory. Killua wasn't really that cruel.

Once he took the jobs in the clans the assassin would immediately threaten the lives of those that he came across as soon as they started asking questions that they didn't need to know. Some instances showed that some of the animals that he ran into said that they recognized him, which was completely impossible because he had never been there previously. This lead to Killua becoming violent with those that he believed to be lying, even pressing his claws against another apprentice's throat as a threat. Yet, the apprentice didn't really seem to care. It was bad for an assassin to kill non-targets, and Killua used that excuse to keep that clanner alive for the time being. The temper that he had now was drastically different from his past self. He kept himself calm in most situations and hid the cruel side of himself away from any onlookers so that they would not grow suspicious. Besides, he was always attempting to keep a low profile in these groups so that his brother wouldn't be able to catch wind of him and figure out his current location. Now that London was back, he has a reason to train and grow stronger to attempt to defeat his brother. His older brother was several years older than he was and immediately had more experience than him. The wildcat had a lot to get done, but they didn't call him a prodigy for nothing. The sight of death did not deter the assassin in the slightest. Over the course of his life, he had seen many horrific scenes, some of which he had created himself. He killed clan leaders. He destroyed smaller groups. As long as they had paid well, Killua was completely up for the job as long as it got him out of the mansion for a while. The albino serval didn't really see corpses all that much as of late, as there seemed to be a time of peace. Killua already knew there was a matter of time before the peace was completely abandoned. Or, until he got himself into trouble which was known to happen from time to time. Especially when it pertained to his mental state, which wasn't in the right place more often than not. The wildcat needed to take more care now that London was around so that he didn't accidentally hurt his one and only friend. Because of the appearance of London, he secretly increased the number of patrols that he had been doing as a means to make sure that nothing happened while he was around.

Usually, in groups, he designated himself as the protector as long as he was taking shelter here. It didn't matter who lived there, he would make sure to protect them no matter what. No, he probably wouldn't sacrifice for a stranger, but he would certainly try his best. Circusclowns teaching always echoed in his head as he patrolled the area. The albino serval was walking around the territory of Elysium, his enhanced senses constantly on to make sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Even without the power, the serval had amazing hearing and could even hear movement underground. His metal claws were unsheathed to get a better grip of the mountain. It was only a matter of time before his enhanced senses listened to what sounded like a fight going on. Vocalizations that were made by lions could be heard, which was strange as there were no lions that existed in Elysium from his current knowledge. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed as he attempted to concentrate and find the source of the sound, before hearing it on the top of the mountain. It was going to take him a couple of minutes without his powers to reach his designation, but he did it quick nonetheless. Silently, he came over the edge of the mountain to a bloody scene before him. He looked at a full grown male lion that was laying in a pool of its own blood. There were no scents that he recognized off of the lion if there were even scents at all. In fact, the only scent that he recognized was an Elysium member. His eyes remained narrowed as he came across and inspected the lion's body. There were scorch marks on the ground and melted snow. Signifying that there were probably fire elementals that were used in some way. There were arrows that were embedded in several spots on the lion's body. The lethal blows located on the side of the lion, and through the wildcat's throat. Not exactly the cleanest of kills, but it got the job done. The arrows helped him figure out slightly who did it since there was only one animal that he believed was capable of using arrows. Well, she had only asked about help with a quiver, so there was a small chance that it wasn't her, but the likelihood still remained strong. The albino serval continued to look over the body to make sure that there was nothing else interesting about it. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he noticed bloody paw prints heading down the trail of the maintain.

Turning on his enhanced senses, the albino serval listened for any movement nearby and was able to hear pawsteps moving away from the scene. Interesting. He couldn't identify which individual was by their pawsteps, but they were an Elysium member. Instead of taking the trail, Killua began to walk along the mountainside, picking up the pace so that he would get in front of where he could drop down in front of the animal on the trail from the mountain. Flicking his large white ears, the male would look over the edge that he was on, to notice a familiar figure following the trail of the mountain. Rin. Killua waited a couple of moments, before using his long legs to help him climb down the side of the mountain, before letting himself drop the rest of the way. His legs bent upon the impact of landing on the trail and in front of Rin, his movements making no noise. The wildcat kept a neutral look on his face as he gazed at the domestic cat's condition. Killua easily noticed the severe burns that covered small sections of the domestic cat's body. Burns that would certainly need medical attention, but Killua made no movement to help the female. For all he knew, she could have murdered the lion in cold blood. The burns did go with the use of fire elementals, but it seemed that the lion had those powers and not Rin themselves. After looking her over, the silence between them would finally be broken. "So, what was that about?" Killua questioned calmly toward the domestic cat. To get his point across, the albino serval raised one of his paws and conjured up a regular arrow and twirled it in between his claws. He didn't know the full story and wanted an explanation. Although, it partly wasn't his business. But if this domestic cat was killing animals, it could potentially put his only friend in danger.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons

Physical contact was a new development for the albino serval. He seemed to be more open to it, although he usually avoided it in public if he could. The first time that Stark arrived in Elysium, Killua was so glad to see his father figure alive that he couldn't help but hug the man. Of course, the man was somewhat startled since Killua didn't say anything when he jumped on him. The wildcat probably should have warned him what he was going to try and do, but he had simply forgotten and got lost in the moment. The physical contact that he was used to feeling resulted with him getting severely injured. It was all that he came to know. The numerous scars that covered his body showed exactly the tortures that his family had put them through, never receiving a scar from the likes of a clanner or tribe member either. In the beginning, he thought that all the groups were weak and were nothing to them, but instead, he learned that they could teach him important values and not all of them were the same either. The assassin thought about what it was like to hug others, as the last time he hugged someone was probably Amorette. His sister had given him a hug after he had woken up from a night terror and came across him in tears in the middle of the territory. Killua was too emotionally distraught to think about what his body did, but he was really glad that he did. It was strange to feel any sort of warmth against his body. Since he was just a kitten, his body had been fairly cold compared to that of a regular mammal. His air elementals were under his control, yes, but it was exhausting to constantly have to monitor them, so Killua simply let his air elementals do whatever they wanted so that he wouldn't have to. This resulted in the air in his vicinity to become increasingly colder as he grew up. Maybe it was a response from his mind trying to push anyone from getting close to him. Those that he came to befriend were not judgemental of his cold skin if they ever got a chance to touch his body anyway. The assassin kept his distance from those that h didn't know, and didn't dare physically touch them unless he needed to, such as saving their life. He remembered grabbing a lion that had fallen in the lake in Snowbound and teleported him to safety. Every instance of physical contact up to recently had simply felt wrong and always would cause him to flinch. That response has not completely disappeared from his mind, but it has settled somewhat as to not completely control his reactions. Killua often wondered what his mother and father would think of him if they saw him now. Would they disappointed in their son? Most likely. But why did he get the feeling that his father would be proud of him? He didn't betray his friend like his family constantly taught him that he would, and he didn't kill her either. Despite the happy moment that they were going through, the albino serval could feel the ghost of pain on his forehead and a presence in the back of his mind. Killua knew that it was his brother's influence, and his influence had also caused his body to start shivering slightly as if he was cold, which he never was. He'd fight his brother again if he made an appearance. He would protect London with his life if he had to.

Another fear had slithered its way into his brain at the thought that he may just one day end London's life and there would be nothing he could do about it. He remembered having his night terror where he did indeed kill London, and it was one of the worst nightmares he ever had. It made him remember that there was almost no escape from what it was as long as his brother was determined to find him and drag him back to the family. He was going to eventually need to come up with a plan, and maybe there was a chance he could train London. But, his brother commonly used poisoned items if he was going to end up killing someone, and unless they made an antidote, which again was impossible as he changed his poisons too many times for each job, the effects may take far too long to take effect and keep London from dying. If his brother managed to gain influence on his body again like he did the time where London found him around the two corpses of the innocent animals that he had slaughtered, Killua wasn't sure if he would be able to snap out of it. However, he did remember when London spoke to him, he was knocked out of his trance for a small moment as she apologized for not being there to help him at all. The guilt was enough to allow him some control as he walked away from the scene, and slightly after he came to the full realization of what he had done. The trauma he had caused Ivylee. The fear that the others would have of him. The clans and tribes always surprised him, as those that came across the gruesome scene, only felt the need to help Killua and his injuries that he inflicted himself. There was a threat right under their noses and yet they continued to treat him like he was one of them. It went against all logic. Killua had guessed by now that logic wasn't the main reason why the groups acted the way that they did. For now, he was probably safe. His brother's failed attempt at capturing him while he was with Argus would certainly be a small blow to the tiger's pride. Besides, the large wildcat would have to go report back to the family and more than likely take up a couple of jobs to keep the family business working while the heir was away. This would give the albino serval a little bit more time to get back to his training. Without any battles that were around Elysium, he felt as if he was growing rusty in his fighting skills. No one would probably be willing to spar with him, and he didn't necessarily blame them. Most of the times in the groups that he took shelter in, he was considered to be one of the strongest fighters that they had to offer. How long would the peace last though? Usually not long before groups poked their heads in business that didn't pertain to them.

Feeling the albino clouded leopard reciprocate his hug caused him to relax a little bit. He slowed the breathing that had just been moments before became ragged. It was almost an odd feeling, as it had been when he hugged Stark. He could feel her head on his shoulder, and god he was just glad that she was safe. The albino wildcat enjoyed the warmth that her body offered, although it still felt strange to feel in the first place. Hearing her speak again, Killua couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape from his jaws and rumble in his chest. Before he answered, he undid the hug that entwined the two, setting his paws back down on the rocky ground. The hug was short, but there was plenty of meaning and emotion that was behind the gesture that was incredibly rare for the wildcat. The grin he had on his face turned to a neutral expression when he began to speak again. "Where did you go?" He wasn't accusing her, and he wasn't upset with her disappearance. In fact, his tone almost sounded curious. Killua would never explain that he didn't even look for his friend when he was fleeing the area, simply out of fear that if he strayed from his path that he would come across his brother again. Killua also was concerned about how long London had been safe while he wasn't around if she hadn't been injured. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to glance across her body to check for any injuries or scars that were not here before. He didn't see any. Killua remembered staying in some abandoned human structures several miles away from where they were now, a several day journey. "How have you been? I hope you didn't run into any trouble on your way here, the Typhoon still exists sadly." Killua had so many questions. How many months has it been? Both of them had obviously grown somewhat, and he wondered if there were any happy moments she experienced while on her own. A small grin spread across his face as his short tail swayed behind him. "Oh, you probably don't recognize this territory. This place is called Elysium, and its a mixture of the Ascendants territory and a group that was around when we left. So they still have the observatory if you still like looking at the stars." Killua knew the moment that he landed on Elysium ground that he wanted to gather as much information as possible. He did not have any idea that London knew what had happened to Snowbound, and refrained from telling her the tragic news if he could. He guessed that London would be confused as to what happened to the clans and tribes in the area as he had been. Now that he had most of the answers, he would be more than willing to answer her questions.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons