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

Having emotions always confused the young assassin. Sometimes he didn't know where to place such emotions, and as a child, he was prone to repetition based on his confusion or frustration. When he was younger, he as taught that it was perfectly okay to let his frustration out in the form of killing others. Only having been taught how to take lives instead of considering them to be precious. Killua had kept this bad habit for a very long time, but he didn't think that the habit would end up rearing its ugly face again anytime soon. He was stronger then that, and he knew killing was wrong. Especially with the way that everyone even looked at the situation that was presented before them. Killua remembered the looks of those that stared at the corpses that he had created almost a month ago, and that there were still some creatures that didn't even trust him. Either way, Killua was still getting used to the aspect of living with his emotions and figuring out the right way to deal with them. His frustration usually resorted to violence still, but usually objects that wouldn't be missed. Such as destroying a tree, or slicing his claws against something that wasn't flesh. It was a good way to vent his frustrations when he wasn't prone to speaking his mind. Those that lived around him practically required to pick his mind like a puzzle to try and think what he was thinking about. He kept his emotions hidden for various reasons, one of them being that he didn't trust anyone. He hated feeling weak so he kept them hidden. It was the best method that he could think of, but with this method he ultimately began to push other's away from himself. He was still the child, and had the mind of a child. He pretended that he knew everything, which he technically still did know a lot, but he still didn't know everything there was to know. Sometimes he would learn something small, such as how to deal with a friend and what having a friendship really meant. He had studied other cases over and over again of friends interacting with each other, and that was the only thing that Killua had to go off on. He would be far too embarrassed to ask the likes of a Snowbounder exactly what it should mean to have a friend. He was going to figure it out himself, as that was part of his own journey was it not? He did have to be careful, as he was constantly afraid of pushing others away from himself. There was one thing that Killua realized though, that he didn't have much of a self-worth when it came to dealing with those that he cared about. He would throw everything away to make sure that his friends weren't hurt. He didn't want other powerful powers to end up attacking those that didn't deserve to be hurt.

Although right now there wasn't really any means of concern when it came to battles as all of the clans were primarily peaceful and Snowbound hadn't had any issues with the other clans. Although Killua still had a distinct disgust about the Typhoon, that was a topic to think about for another day. Killua had been pissed when he realized that Harrison had been taken. Usually, he would have sensed that something was off, or caught the scent that belonged to someone that didn't belong in the group. Did the creature that took Harrison have some form of power? Possibly. But she was a loner, and he doubted that the creature had a group that would defend her when it came down to it. If she became a threat, then Killua would make sure to dispatch the female before anyone else could arrive on the scene. A cruel act that was for sure, but he didn't care. Who stole a child? If the creature wanted to speak with Harrison they should have just stopped on the border and asked politely. Now, they were going to be marked as a threat to all of Snowbound and would probably have a prize on their head. If they didn't, Killua would make sure that they did. He was one that did end up resorting to bad habits in that regard, resorting to violence instead of thinking of a compromise. He didn't have enough experience in a situation like this to really think clearly, and there were very few creatures that would be able to talk him out of it. Maybe London and Mel, but he didn't care about everyone in Snowbound as equally as one would think. He knew that he could track down the creature because there were several different methods that he could end up using. The assassin could track the scent until it would end up disappearing thanks to how old it was, but he could also track the tracks that were left in the snow. The territory wasn't so abundant with other forms of wildlife that it would be hard to tell where they were going. Especially with small pawsteps that were made by Harrison since he was just a kit after all. It was fairly easy, and the other obviously didn't make an attempt to try and hide their tracks all that well despite being in the snow. Now, if they were in a forest area where there was little snow, Killua would have a harder time tracking the paw marks that they would make in the ground since it would be subtle. Unless it was a large creature, but anything that could make an indent in the ground would be something that he would be capable of using. The albino serval knew that he could track them down with ease, and he would alert everyone to what was going on. He heard voices coming from a tree that was a little bit of a distance in front of him, and Killua narrowed his sapphire blue eyes, the color of said eyes having darkening several shades. He lashed his tail behind him as he could hear pawsteps that were coming from behind him. The hell? Before he could do anything,

Jacob seemed to figure out where the threat was and where Harrison was. Killua opened his mouth to tell the other to stop, but realized that there would be no point. He just hoped that the other wouldn't get himself killed. Killua immediately turned on his invisibility, waiting for Jacob to enter the scene, hearing that the other was obviously pisised. But why had the creature taken Harrison? That was still on the table. The assassin crept his way toward the entrance of the hollow, his metal claws unsheathed and ready for action. As he turned into the hollow keeping his presence hidden, he realized that the creature was a lot bigger than he originally thought, and someone like Jacob wouldn't stand two seconds about what was happening. He made sure that Jacob wasn't going to end up putting Harrison into danger before he went into action. His eyes narrowing themselves as he looked toward the larger creatures legs. There, he would aim to use his air elementals and use them to knock the other's paws out from under her. If that worked, Killua would then conjure up a large boulder, and aim to drop it down onto the larger beast's flank. Which wouldn't break anything, but it would be enough pressure to cause some discomfort. From there, Killua would aim to teleport, with his invisibility on, on the female's neck, his metal claws pointed downward in almost a stabbing motion, but he wouldn't sink his claws into her neck just yet. If his teleportation worked and the serval was able to get on top of her, Killua would turn his invisibility off. "Explain yourself. Now. You have ten seconds." The way he said the words, meant that there was obviously no bluff. There had to be a reason, as stealing a kit and not making it obvious that one did as a means of a bargaining chip, meant that they had a motive. Killua was pissed, and his darkened eyes made this obvious.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons