COLD NOSTALGIA

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

Killua had lost track of how many clans he had lived in at this point. Some of the groups he stayed in simply because of the fact that he had a job that was there that needed to be done and quick. He had to gain the creatures trust before he would eventually take out his target and move on from there. Certain clans were interesting to his eyes for the time that he did stay in them, while for others he could care less as he just wanted to get the job done so that he could leave from there. One of the clans that he had been stationed in had been the group that Valemon was actually from. Killua didn't think that he was ever going to meet someone from a group like that, but he did end up meeting someone that knew him from the past. Her name was Argus, and she lived in the Typhoon. She talked about the time that she lived in that clan and that he had a mentor and those that he considered to be friends. Yet, Killua could not remember any of those times. Instead, the wildcat only remembered the time that he was stationed in said group in order to kill the leader that was leading at the time. One that went by the name Crypticsoul. It was an easy target because for some reason she seemed to trust him once he did arrive back in the clan and didn't really offer any form of resistance, until he did try to start to kill her. The wildcat had attacked the female while she was in her jaguar body, and then the leader had immediately shifted into her dragon body, destroying the building that they had been in. Dragons were easy targets for the likes of an assassin like himself, and it didn't take him all that long to kill the female as he got his claws in between the scales of her neck and fried every organ in her body when he used his elemental electricity to finish the job. After that, he left the clan and went onto another clan to where he had another job to kill a second leader. Killua did end up failing that mission but didn't fail the second mission that was given to him.

Killua distinctively remembered the name of the clan that he took the job in because it was one of the few clans that he had stayed in for a good majority of the time. Either way the wildcat noticed the way that the lion cub seemed to jump slightly at suddenly realizing that he was there. Killua had that effect on others, and the only one that wasn't shocked by his sudden appearances would be his friend London. Someone that he cared deeply about and would do anything in his power to make sure that she was protected and safe. The assassin had no intention of trying to hurt or even scare the lion cub, as the other was similar in his age, that would simply be rude. Now if it was an adult, it would be funny to him. However, the last thing he expected was for the other to say the specific clan that he was from. Killua tried his best to show little to no reaction to what the lion said. There was no way the other way around when he had killed that leader. He couldn't be because if he was he probably would have remembered him. Killua usually left lasting impressions with others, hence why Argus seemed to remember him after all of this time anyway. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes toward the lion cub at the mention of the clan, and he swirled the lollipop in his mouth for a couple seconds. He wasn't who he once was when he killed the clan leader. He was different now and didn't want to kill anyone anymore. Or at least try for that matter. "I'm guessing that place probably had a lot of rivers. We got a lot of snow here if it wasn't obvious by the name." Killua would state calmly, despite what he was saying as an obvious joke. The assassin and everyone else in the clan actually had no idea what Snowbound even looked like during the warmer seasons. It was only a matter of time before they did. Killua kept his panic hidden, as he never wanted others to know the horrible deeds that he had done in the past.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons