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

He had missed last meeting. He honestly hadn't cared about what happened the last meeting because he could really just ask anyone what could have happened during it. Instead of worrying about what his rank because again, he didn't really care about anything that he ended up doing in this place. He had to deal with his own problems than deal with the likes of the clans, and right now he had an entire list of problems that were starting to get on his nerves. Making him more than likely to snap at those that were trying to get close to him still. Either way, he had decided to miss the last meeting after what had happened to him and his night terror. Something that only three animals knew and he was planning on having it stay that way. He knew that he had secluded himself for a little bit here and there, but he had his own reasons and he didn't need to justify himself to anyone. The bandages that were spanning across the majority of his body should be clear on what could have happened to him. He would have much rather get attacked by someone instead of dealing with the injuries that he had caused himself, but they were healing nicely. Although they were healing somewhat slow which was annoying but not something that he could really control either. The assassin had heard Jacob, and a tired and exhausted look was on his facial features. He just wanted to sleep, but he had learned his lesson for letting himself fall asleep. He wasn't going to let that happen again for as long as he was going to be in Snowbound. The last thing he needed was to accidentally kill himself while he was thrashing in his sleep. He had nearly done it this time, his wound suffering a couple of blows. It had also been the first time that the assassin had let Jacob treat his wounds for once, out of the fact that he couldn't heal himself due to being covered in his own blood and not being able to hold anything.

His powers still worked though, so he had helped the other out. Now that he was capable of treating himself though, he hadn't gone back to Jacob to get his wounds checked at. Killua was stubborn to the point though that he would force himself to walk without a limp. He hated being seen as weak, so his dressings had to have been changed over and over again. He kept opening up his wounds like they were nothing until more scar tissue had formed along his arms and the bleeding had stopped. His right arm was fairly stiff though thanks to the new addition of scar tissue. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he looked at Jacob, sitting off at a distance from everyone else and laying himself down. The albino serval didn't really seem to be listening to whatever Jacob said. Until London's name was called, the only friend he had at the moment in the clan. The large white ears perked on the top of his head would perk at her name, and he would begin to look around for the clouded leopard. Seemed so he had gotten a lot of work done while he was holding himself away from everyone else. Nothing else really interested him, but London ended up getting a promotion. She probably deserved it, although he had no idea what her rank really did. Was that a new rank that was created the last meeting? Probably. Oh well. He looked through the crowd hoping to spot the clouded leopard when he finally did. He would raise his bandaged arm and offer the other a small grin on his lips. "Grats London." The assassin would say with a smile spread across his lips. The smile was fake. Despite that, he did feel glad that London was climbing up the ranks. The mention of them going to the Typhoon though didn't interest Killua at all and he would only go there if Argus was there. The canine probably the only one capable of keeping him from killing someone.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons

Another meeting? It seemed these happened frequently, by talk of the other Snowbounders and from context clues. At Jacob's call, Atbash started to make her way over and took a random seat. She perked her ears as she listened to Jacob speak, talking about how their ancestors gave them little pendants during the festival, and that they were introducing a title system. Atbash's eyes shone as he announced her name, clearly proud at herself, and gave a dip of her head in thanks. She noted that the pendants respresented an ancestor and tilted her head in interest. They had a religion here? Atbash herself wasn't very religious, but at least she could learn about and honor their belief, right? She made a mental note to look into that later.

However, as Jacob announced that she was promoted, she was in shock. Being 'promoted' just didn't happen back home, you were 'selected', just like Vigenere had for the King's Guard. And being selected was a rare, honorary occurrence. Those who were selected by the King or Shaman themselves were very special. "Oh, th-thank you, Jacob! I'll be a Flurryhost." Atbash said a loud, still trying to recover from her shock at the promotion. "And-and congrats to the others, too!" However, once the word that Cry had gotten demoted registered, she frowned. Cry was demoted. But... why? Sure, Cry was angry and snippy a lot, but she still cared about Snowbound! Why would she be demoted? Did she do something wrong? Did she hurt somebody? Oh, god, what if she was turning into Caesar? Atbash bit her lip slightly, worries running through her mind.