KILLUA
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Power. That had been the only way he used to live when he was under the command of his family and nothing else. If he had power, that meant that he could do whatever the hell he wanted without thinking of the consequences. It would also make his job a whole lot easier considering that he could kill someone a lot quicker, while at the same time he could get away from a battle if he really needed to. He was born an assassin, and practically had every sort of trait as an assassin. But few suspected the likes of someone his age to have become a mass murderer in such a short time in the first place. It was the best cover that any assassin could have, but of course, this meant that they were forced to grow up a little bit too fast at a very young age. There was nothing more than he needed to know but the job that he had been tasked with. There was no need to figure out what other treasures were in the world, and instead should only focus on becoming the family heir. During this time Killua had ultimately been stationed in the clans where he was able to gauge their power fairly quickly. Killua had somewhat of a skill of just being able to look at someone and figure out if they were going to be stronger than him or not. There were times that he could be wrong based on if they were hiding certain powers underneath their belt. However, he knew another killer when he saw one, such as when he approached Hisoka when the kitsune first decided to join Snowbound. He still didn't trust the other and wasn't about to either. There were plenty of reasons why Killua didn't want to reveal his powers. If he pretended to be an innocent child when someone attacked him, they probably wouldn't expect the likes of him to really fight back. Although, most didn't get that vibe once they saw the claws that he had, claws that he wasn't born with, but instead claws that were manufactured to be stronger and sharper than knives. Which made it easier to kill those that did end up getting on his nerves if he wasn't careful, but most of the time he kept hold of the strength that he was dealing with. Killua used the fake innocence that he could put on, as well as his young age to lure opponents a little bit too close to him before dealing a lethal blow.
Although now, he wasn't trying to land lethal blows on other creatures and instead was just looking to beat them to a pulp. He wasn't supposed to be a killer anymore, and he was trying his damned best to make it happen. London already knew what he was and had accepted him, but he doubted the other's would really be the same. Killua had only ever used his teleportation to hurt others instead of saving them, so doing it to the large black lion was something he hadn't done in his entire life. It felt strange, but he was certain that the other felt the same way. The albino serval wasn't fond when it came to getting his fur wet, but he didn't have a quick enough reaction to have been able to touch the other, while falling, while keeping his eyes on the bank of the lake so that they would land on dry land instead of landing back in the water again. It was a pain in the ass but he had done it, even if it was revealing more than he liked. His breath came out in clouds of smoke as his fur clung to his body. As this happened, one could see the raised parts of his skin underneath, which was almost everywhere of the scars that did cover his body. It only happened when Killua ended up getting his fur wet that other's were actually able to see the extent of what his body looked like underneath all the fur that he had. Some of the scars seemed to be in areas that usually would have been lethal depending on the severity of them. Such as the scars that were around his neck, which almost looked like a curved line. As if he had been strangled by some sort of wire, that ended up being left there for days so that his wound could heal over the wire, only to be used again to open up the wound. He was completely littered with scars, and he was trying his damned best to play it off like everything was okay. Too much was being revealed right now. He felt vulnerable and he didn't like it. Why couldn't London be here? It would make his life so much easier after all. Killua shook his body almost like a body as his body slightly shivered because of being in the cold water. Yeah, he was used to being cold, but being cold and wet? It was more annoying than anything really. Killua can't help but cough a little bit as cold air enters his throat, almost freezing it as he stands there. God, he was uncomfortable. He just wanted to leave. While he was standing there, Killua conjured up a thick blanket that draped itself over his back to protect him from any potential breezes. His attention turned back toward the black lion though, and the other didn't seem to be in terrible condition. That was at least good. "No need to thank us. However, you could do me a favor and not mention the power I just used to others." His tone grew serious for a couple moments, as he didn't want word getting out to other places that he had used teleportation. Especially if Snowbound ended up getting into a bad situation with another group, he wanted to have the power on hand at a moments notice. "You alright though? Need a blanket?" A neutral look was spread across his facial features as he looked up at the larger and older tom. This would probably be the last time that Killua would be somewhat nice toward him, as it usually didn't last long if he was doing it. However, with the way he was looking at him, it was obvious that he was hoping that Aizawa, or even Jacob was going to ask him questions about all the scars that he had.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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