[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Killua lost track of how many meetings he had been to in his life. Most of them didn't really have anything interesting to say or even think about for that matter. Killua sometimes decided to skip out on meetings so that he wouldn't have to be around other creatures and simply get the details of what happened from someone that lived here. It wasn't all that difficult after all, as news travels fasts when it comes to the clans anyway. There was also a decent amount of etiquette in a meeting, something that Killua usually didn't follow all that way. It wasn't uncommon for him to simply speak out in the middle of a meeting if he didn't agree with what was being said. This happened when he was Snowbound when nothing was done when his friend was attacked and yet the subject was still brought up. He was angered that Snowbound was so willing just to let their members get injured, and not be the type to even fight back for their own safety. Those that considered themselves to be peaceful groups usually weren't all that strong and had strange morals that Killua couldn't really get behind. Yes, Circusclown had taught him some important morals, but that didn't mean that just sitting back and watching others get hurt was one of them. Killua was the type of creature that resorted to action when others decided to talk through their problems that had never solved anything. The Typhoon was a prime example of this, as he still believed that Pincher had manipulated Jacob in some way for the canine to just openly enjoy the place when it was the place that he was tortured and was nearly killed in. The assassin would have more than likely attacked the patrol that had arrived on the border if it hadn't been for everyone else, and that Argus was there, knowing that he wouldn't win in a fight against her. Then everyone else started to think of the Typhoon as friends, but Killua saw nothing but manipulative adults that were trying to manipulate the minds of the innocent. Just the thought of the place brought a segment of rage through his chest as he wanted nothing more to beat them into the ground. Was Guru still alive? Part of him hoped that the caracal was just so that he could slice open her throat and show her that she was nothing but garbage underneath his paws. The former Snowbound deputy was busy gathering information about Elysium and what had happened since he had lived in the place he considered to be his home. There were some interesting events that had happened while he was gone, and part of him wondered if the events didn't happen if he was still around to help those around him. Killua did feel a small bit of guilt for having disappeared after his injuries, because what if his friends needed him?

Leaving them behind in Killua's mind was the same as betraying them, and his brother had always said that if he ever did make a friend, that he was doomed to kill or betray them in the future. Thoughts ran rampant inside Killuas head as he made his way through the camp preparing to leave. The albino serval wasn't really around camp all that much, staying to the outskirts of the territory or even the observatory where he felt the most comfortable. He also didn't have a place that he could call his own, still not trusting anyone in the place where he was taking shelter. He had no idea if this arrangement would be permanent, or if he would end up moving on somewhere else. Killua was finally knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of a familiar voice. He had only met Tena once before coming to Elysium, how long ago he couldn't exactly remember. She was in Snowbound for a small duration, but that was about all he could remember. Killua turned his head to notice that Tena was standing on a porch, and it sounded like it was the beginning call of a meeting. A heavy sigh escaped the apprentice's jaws as he began to silently make his way over, stopping at the very back of the ground to avoid getting closer to anyone else. A neutral expression was spread across his facial features despite the terrible thoughts that had previously occupied his mind. Killua tilted his head at the name of the leader position. Magna. Well, it wasn't all that unique as it simply sounded like magma, but maybe it meant something in a different language that he didn't know about. While he listened to Tena talk, Killua opened his jaws and conjured up a raspberry flavored lollipop, quickly closing his mouth as the candy fell into his maw.

Considering that this group was neutral with every other clan in the area, he doubted that there would be anything of note or importance to Killua. The assassin would twitch one of his massive ears in recognition to the call of his name toward Tena, and also Stark. The wildcat would then listen to the oath that was required of them to be considered members of the group. Killua didn't immediately agree to most of the terms that were that would be required of them. He had just gotten here and they expected him to have a large amount of faith toward them? Killua never expected anyone to trust him or to even save his life if it did come down to it. Killua never went to other clanners for help either, so that was completely off of the table as he kept to himself mostly. The albino serval was incredibly independent of those around him, and those that knew him would be able to tell this. Killua swirled the lollipop into his mouth for a couple of seconds before finally speaking out. "I'm going to pass on that oath. I don't have any trust in a place that I've only been in for a couple of days to be able to swear an oath." Killua would explain, and would even gesture with his paws. The oath was a smart idea, but also dumb because someone could easily lie and agree with the terms and no one would be none the wiser. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to cause any trouble, but you're going to have to wait a lot longer before you see me promising something like that." The assassin said with a low huff from his jaws. Would Stark say the same? He didn't know. Compared to other creatures, Killua wasn't against speaking his mind, no matter what others would think of him.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons

While others would've decided it would be best to not give their oath, Honey was aware enough to realize that the people of this group had saved her life. Politely and mostly because she was shy in front of large crowds, Honey would give them their time to speak. She would step forward with her tail tucked as she felt eyes shift onto her.

Although she hadn't been here long, she felt safe. Besides one of the laws of her old pack was to protect what protected you and that was what Elysium did every day. So she would see no harm in promising to protect the place that was feeding her, caring for her, and making sure she had friends.

"Well... I give my oath to protect you all! I may not have my brothers and sisters or mama... But you guys have been really really kind and nice and sweet and helpful to me! So I promise that I'll fight for my home." her tail had crept out and slowly wagged low and deep despite its short length.

She would look at Ariside and smile.