Killua hated his family, and he knew that if he told others about his family that they would as well. There was no hiding the things that they had done to him completely. The way that he walked. The way that he always kept to the shadows before seeing if the coast was clear before making his move. The assassin still had the bad habits that his family had tried their best to burn into his mind and they had been successful in that regard. But what did he expect? His family was too stubborn to be changed, and they were bound by the rules that his father and his grandfather had made for the family when he was younger. Rules that were going to be followed and if they didn't they were at risk of being punished. Which each time that they were punished, they would always come up with new methods, and it would always be someone different that would deliver said punishment. Killua knew that a majority of his siblings didn't care that they were born into an assassin family and if fact they often enjoyed it. The Zoldyck's had a name for themselves as being the most elite and the best assassin family that had ever existed. Especially since every single one that was in said family was an assassin, and there were no exceptions to that. Other families that were similar to them were afraid of encroaching into the business that was the Zoldycks. Killua had been born during a time where one specific assassin family was growing too big and too popular for their liking, and it had been by his father's orders that they were instructed to kill the entire family. Destroy everything. Make them completely disappear and leave nothing behind. Killua was young around this time, but he was allowed to go and help with the mission. It was for the best of the family after all and he wasn't about to argue with his family either. The young assassin had actually been given a challenge with the fight that he had gone through, but either way, he came out on top. If he was close to losing, he was certain that his brother would appear and come to his rescue. Killua figured that this was also some sort of test, as everything was a test with his family. They couldn't just be a regular family and go out for a picnic. Instead, they went on a murderous agenda that Killua now wished had never existed. After they were done with the family of assassins, they burned everything that belonged to them and made it seem like they got stuck in their household using a house fire. It wasn't hard to stage a crime scene, as long as someone wasn't a complete idiot in that regard. The assassin had learned what he knew currently from his family, and he knew that there wasn't a complete way to get rid of them in his life, but he was going to try his damned best. Even if they were to come to Snowbound, he would risk everything just to get away from them. He knew that he would have to move to another clan if his family found him there. He didn't have much of a choice because if he stayed, they would physically drag him back to the mansion without his permission.
And they knew that they would have to beat him to the brink of death before he could be transported. It was the way that his family worked, and since he came from such a famous family, there were bound to be those that held grudges against him and his family. He honestly didn't blame them, as he had killed hundreds of different targets in order to get a means of payment. The majority of his family didn't kill others because it was fun, but instead, it was a good way to make money and that was it. If they weren't going to get paid, they often times wouldn't even take up the job and leave it alone. Killua had lost track of how many different creatures tried to kill him, and how many different organizations wanted him dead just based on the last name he carried. He refused to state his last name with those usually, for obvious reasons. There was always a chance that even this far away from home, there would be those that would be terrified of the Zoldyck name. He didn't blame them, because if someone was going to be hunted by a Zoldyck, there was no point in hiding because they would always get the job done. One of the reasons why they became so famous was because they had never failed a client before. Despite all the attempted assassinations on his own life, he had always been stronger than those that tried to track him down. It was almost funny to watch really, but it was also pitiful to watch them struggle so much. Blinded by rage or greed to get at the famous Zoldyck member. There was only one creature in the clan right now that knew of his last name, and that was London. His first friend. He didn't want anything bad to happen to the clouded leopard, and he was going to make damn sure his family didn't touch her. The other hadn't judged him for his past, which he was incredibly grateful for. The last animal that he had met that had been that accepting was his adopted sister. Now, he felt like he didn't have to fear to be himself around the clouded leopard, and simply be himself. While secretly working on trying to make her happier since she was obviously dealing with her own issues. Killua wasn't the type that would flood the female with his own issues. The albino serval had been on his usual walk, well, more like a climb. It wasn't unusual for the serval to be seen jumping from tree to tree for the fun of it. He was incredibly fast, and he used that to at least give himself the challenge to see exactly how fast he could run through the trees before putting himself in danger. It was better than going to a separate group to see if there was someone there that could challenge him with a fight. Stopping in his exercise for a moment, he climbed up to the canopy of the tree and sat himself down. Letting the cold wind of Snowbound territory move through his fur. He was in a good mood, as he anticipated that London was around here somewhere. Tilting his head, he thought he heard something in the distance, but he couldn't see anything. The assassin squinted his eyes at an attempt to see what exactly was coming toward him. As the thing got closer, he realized what it was. It was a hawk. The Zoldyck's eyes widened in shock, as it was coming directly toward him, and the temperature of the area seemed to dropped drastically. No. No. NO. They couldn't know where he was already!
He had been specific to leave tracks in certain areas far away from Snowbound and give fake information for loners if they were questioned. The hawk was a means of communication between him and his family, and they were usually used to deliver messages. The avian grew close enough to land on the canopy in front of Killua, having obviously been trained to take the message for him. Killua clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening by the second. What the hell did they want? He looked at the small capsule attached to its leg and used his metal claws to open it. The hawk wouldn't fly away until he replaced whatever was in the capsule with something else. It was a small piece of paper, and he slowly unraveled it. The albino serval nearly ripped the note as soon as he read what was on it. This wasn't good. He, of course, was going to refuse the job offer because his family already knew that he would. So what would be the point of sending him the message then? Was there any? They could just be doing it to intimidate him, or try to make him paranoid that they nearby? They were doing a damn good job of it. His darkened gaze turned to look toward the hawk that was awaiting others. Killua didn't hesitate as he swung one of his paws, slicing through the throat of the bird with ease. He let it drop to the ground below before he put part of the note in his mouth for him to carry. He set his sights on the camp, his heart pounding in his ears as he struggled to keep his nerves in check. Finally, the assassin touched down in front of the cave that was Snowbound camp and made sure to walk calmly into the camp. There was no need to cause a panic or make himself look suspicious. He glanced around before he saw what he was looking for, and silently approached the male. "Jacob. I need to speak with you. Privately." His tone was serious, and with the way he looked, there was obviously something wrong. His shortened tail flicked itself back and forth as he flexed his metal claws into the ground. The piece of paper still clamped onto his jaws, and his claws were still dotted with the blood from when he killed the hawk.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons