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

(Pls excuse how late to this i am aaaaa)

Death had always become a common factor in his life. A factor that he doubted that would ever really go away in that regard. No matter where he went, death always seemed to follow in some shape or form. Whether it was him doing the killing or someone else, there were always bound to be wars where he went. He had practically been born into the life of violence thanks to the ties that he had with his family and nothing else. He had been alone since he was a kitten as his family had refused to let him outside of the mansion, basically a castle, that they lived in because they said that they were protecting him and that was all that he was going to ever need to know. At first, Killua had wondered whether or not what they said was true or not, but ultimately being as young as he was, he wasn't going to end up doubting his family all that much. They had fed him lies for a very long time that he had made sure were formed into truths by being too gullible. But was one ever gullible when it came to the aspect of family though? The assassin wasn't sure what to really consider to be family at this point even after his adopted sister that had been in the previous clan that he had come from. Either way, Killua seemed to be some of the few that actually lived in the clan that wasn't surprised to see a corpse that was on the border. Maybe that was why he and London got along so well because the female didn't seem to be all that phased when it came to dealing with the dead. She had told him that she felt bad if she were to stare at the corpses because it almost seemed rude. Which had almost made Killua break out in laughter because he had never heard anything like that before from the likes of someone that was a clanner. Although, he had figured that the albino clouded leopard wasn't exactly a clanner and came from a different place. He had been here when she had joined and she didn't have a specific clan name like some others either. Just like Jacob who didn't have a clan name and had ultimately come from a city if he could remember correctly. But in a peaceful clan like this, it was a shock to see corpses that were just placed here and there or to hear about an attack that had ended up happening. Despite all of this, most of the creatures that lived in this place were recovering quite well all things considering, and so far the only one that was probably slightly afraid of him was Ivylee, but that was because she was so young and had been exposed to death far too soon. He hadn't meant for that to happen, but it did and he was going to have to live with it. The young assassin didn't feel bad with all the things that he had done in his past. Sure there was some guilt if he could remember some of the jobs that he had been on, but if he couldn't then there was no use dwelling in the past. The only one that currently knew who he was right now was London, and he trusted the female not to tell his life story to the rest of those that were in the clan. The Snowstriker knew exactly how the rest of the clan would react if they realized that he was an assassin and his family was hunting him. They would kick him out and he would have to figure out where to go from there. Stay with Argus? That was out of the picture as he knew that he would just get pissed off if he decided to join the Typhoon. He didn't exactly like Tanglewood so that meant the Ascendants was his only option. He didn't want to think about that right now, because he was in a pretty good mood. Up until the point where he was walking around in the snow and the smell of decay filled his nostrils. A scowl scrunched up onto his face and obviously meant that someone was dead. Definitely not dying considering if anyone had that stench clinging to them, it would mean that they were already far gone from that point.

The albino serval debated whether or not it would be worth for him to check, which he knew it was considering that if it was a crime scene he would probably have to investigate it like the rest. The albino serval looked like a standard albino serval all things considered, except that instead of claws on his front paws, he had metal claws that were easily five times larger than that of a regular serval claw. For the most part, he could keep the claws sheathed, but the claws were still long enough that even the tips of the metal could still be seen no matter what he did. The other once had bandages that covered his body but had recently healed so those had been ditched completely. He wasn't exactly happy with how long it did take him to heal but there wasn't a point in complaining about it right now. Being a serval, however, meant that he was larger than a domestic cat, but he was far from being the biggest creature that existed in Snowbound right now. If anything it was Silent and Stark that were the largest, but he hadn't seen either of the two for very long. Killua was different than a regular serval, even if Pierce was a little bit bigger than him and had the regular coloration, Killua was far more lethal than the other carnivore. His air elementals made it so that he was impossible to smell and muffled every noise that he made. It was a force of habit to keep his air elementals on, and he honestly had no idea if he was capable of turning it off now. Not like it mattered. As he approached the scene, his paws didn't make any sound as they moved through the snow, only to see that there was a deer standing on the border. Killua was far too small to want to try and eat something like a deer, although he could kill one with ease if he had the right strategy and the use of his powers as well. At the distance he was at, he couldn't see if there was anything strange about the male, until he was only a couple feet away. The smell was coming from HIM. Which took the albino serval a little bit by surprise as he blinked up at the deer. The others wounds were rotting away, and yet here the creature was standing as if there was nothing really wrong with him. Well, this guy certainly had caught the former deputies attention, and he moved so that he was a little bit to the left of the group, sitting himself down as there was nothing but curiosity in his sapphire blue eyes. A whistle escaped him as he looked over the deer for a couple of seconds. "Whoa. You're like.... an actual zombie, but in deer form!" Killua said almost excitedly, although the mood of the situation at hand wasn't exactly exciting. Maybe Killua was just strange in that regard. He hadn't arrived in time to listen to what the other's symptoms was like, but he could easily tell by the smell that the other's wounds were infected. Jacob was here though, which meant that there was no need for him to try and patch the other up along with him. Unless Jacob asked for his assistance in which he would reluctantly help him. "You're basically a walking corpse. How did you end up like that? Do you feel anything? Are you hungry, like for something other than grass or whatever? How long have you been like this?" A grin was spread across the Snowstriker's jaws as he asked his questions. Which probably sounded morbid toward others, but he was just curious about the deer's condition. He had read plenty of books during his life, and learning about zombies had been one of those instances. If he was a dog, the other probably would have been wagging his tail at this new discovery. He had never seen this before, and this just meant that it was a new experience for the young serval. He would definitely have to tell London about this.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons