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

A while back, the ivory-hued wildcat had once visited all of the clans himself and had tried to figure out which groups he liked and which groups he despised. There were two groups that he never wished existed, and there was another group that he quite enjoyed, he just didn't have the time to go to said place and visit them again. He liked the Ascendants, and yet the one clan that he seemed to like didn't get all that much attention. Despite being one of the groups that had the same mindset that Snowbound had in the first place. It didn't make much sense to Killua no matter how many times he would offer the idea. When he went to go visit the clans, it had been before he was promoted to deputy so he didn't have to really worry about pissing anyone off. Besides, the wildcat made sure that he never had a scent and that no one was capable of tracking him down even if they tried thanks to his use of teleportation if they tried to follow his tracks. He kept to the trees most of the time for a reason after all, and the assassin never wanted to be found by those that didn't like him and pissed him off. The young male was more than capable of stirring up trouble with the powers that he had underneath his belt, but Tanglewood never really was on his radar. Instead, it was the Typhoon that was more of a concern to the white male out of the factor that Jacob seemed to be drooling all over them. While half the time Killua considered them all a threat except for one creature that lived in Typhoon who was capable of potentially helping him with his family and other aspects of his life. It was a hard road to go down, but he was starting to consider the female an ally. Everyone else though? He could care less, and if they appeared on the border he wasn't going to be nice to him even if London, Mel, or even Jacob chewed him out for his behavior. They couldn't blame him out of the fact that the Typhoon had attacked the group and had barely apologized for what happened. They didn't atone for the horrible things that they had done that nearly got a Snowbounder killed just because of the medical condition that she had in the first place. He wasn't really one that was to hold grudges, but the Typhoon pissed him off. When he had visited Tanglewood, he didn't have great experience, to say the least. There were at least two creatures that approached him that didn't seem to think that he was there to cause trouble. Which he wasn't, as he was just trying to have some fun and have a chat with someone that wasn't in Snowbound. Most of the creatures in Snowbound limited in numbers so he didn't want to have to continue talking to the same faces over and over again. Everything was going smoothly up until the point that Beck got involved and started pissing off Killua with threats that were empty to the assassin.

This ended up with the leader slapping his lips against the young males, Killua still remembering the horrible taste that he had in his mouth from being kissed. It was disgusting, and he still hated the guy for it. He had made it up in his mind that he was just going to the Tanglewood eventually to piss off the creature that ran the place. That didn't mean he absolutely hated Tanglewood, but he wasn't sure how much had changed since he last was there. Probably not much considering how the clans usually went anyway. The albino serval definitely didn't like when others trespassed when they weren't supposed to. Now if someone didn't know what the clans were, he would give them a pass. But most creatures by pure instinct would be able to tell pretty quickly what the scent markers would mean and would stop themselves from passing over them. Those that simply passed over the borders seemed to be nothing more than egotistical idiots. And unless proven otherwise, he would think about that when it came to every sort of intruder. The albino serval had caught the scent of Tanglewood not too long ago and had kept in the trees as he tracked the female as she made her way through the border. He usually remained up in the trees using his air elementals to make it impossible to keep his scent and to make it almost impossible to hear his movements. The assassin didn't want to give his presence away from the other, but it seemed like others seemed to find the female before he could properly reveal himself. Killua positioned himself on a branch that was around 15ft above the ground and slightly behind to where Cherry was standing and stopped herself. God her voice was annoying to his sensitive ears. Getting up into a standing position on the branch, the albino serval would let himself fall to the ground below, his paws making no sound as he landed in the snow. He wore an annoyed look on his features, and he was already the size of the full grown domestic cat at that. He flicked one of his large white ears as he didn't speak up just yet, having spaced himself around 5ft directly behind the Tanglewood members. "Man, are all Tanglewood members idiots like you? Any newborn kit would be able to instinctively to stay away from a scent that they don't know. That is, of course, you actually intended to step over it thinking that it would be perfectly okay in your little egotistical fed brain of yours." Killua's long metal claws were unsheathed as he spoke, and he almost sounded like he was speaking in a cheerful tone. Someone would have to be an idiot not to hear the threatening undertone to his voice, and this time he didn't even bother to make fun of the way that Jersey spoke to the female. Cherry would eventually realize that her escape route had been cut off by the serval, if she was paying careful enough attention to surroundings. However, he wasn't in perfect condition, as there were bandages wrapped around his throat and his right leg. Like that would stop him if the female wanted to fight. A fight that she couldn't win especially since she was alone.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons

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

Killua hated to admit it, but taking the lives of others is what he did best. That's what his family wanted for him after all. He didn't want to have to kill others like the way he used to without a care in the world. He remembered the first time that he had actually killed someone and how great it felt, that ia ctually made him feel alive. He was only four months old at the time. Someone as large as a serval at that time didn't have all that much trouble when it came to taking down targets that were similar in size to them. He also was born with powers that he now basically had control over. The assassin had no reason to try using only his biological abilities to help him try to win a fight. Being a serval, the second fastest land animal just under the cheetah, definitely had its perks when it came to the likes of speed. However, his powers ultimately made his job a lot easier, as he could always conjure up a random object whenever he wanted. It was one of the wild cards that he did use while he was in a fight, especially since he couldn't use his yo-yo's at the moment thanks to how much they weighed. He wasn't sure what his brother had done to him a while back, but whatever he did it took a couple of the powers he used to have away. Annoying yes, but it was the best that he could manage right now and he would eventually get the power back, and if he didn't then he could always modify his fighting approach in the end. Killua had many different plans when it came to the aspects of fighting, but if he was fighting just to fight someone and not kill them, that was a little bit difficult. Everything about his body had been hand crafted by his family, morphed into what they wanted him to be and more. His claws were basically mini swords, not taking the complete shape of a feline's claws. Instead, they were longer, almost like a canine so that he could stab someone with said claws and they were usually long enough to cut he artery into someone's neck. Which would usually seal their fate unless they had a means to stop bleeding that would drain them in a matter of seconds. He had nerve damage across the majority of his body to the point that it was extremely difficult for him to feel pain in certain areas. Of course, areas like his eyes and ears were extremely sensitive to attack, but there was no way one could train themselves in that category unless they wanted to make themselves blilnd or had countless bodies they could take over in the future. The wildcat had no need to train an area like that, and he had all the powers that needed in order to win the likes of a fight. He basically took down a Typhoon member fairly easily, and she was quick to be beaten to the point where she wouldn't be able to walk again. Having studied anatomy for years and tortured countless, he could figure out exactly how to make someone scream.

Even if they thought that they were the toughest out there. He had mental powers that he could use to mke someone hallucinate to give him a little bit more time to attack in a fast battle. However, he didn't use it all that often and the power was probably rusty at this point. Either way, he was a born fighter, and because of all the terrible things he's done, he wasn't someone to look up to when it came to growing up. He was miserable for the majority of his life, and all he had ever wanted was a normal life. Albeit that it would be wishful thinking that his family would ever actually leave him alone. He wished that was the case. Either way, Killua wasn't the least bit intimidated by the female all things considered. Jersey seemed to know the other, but he didn't and that meant he wasn't going to trust her, especially since she meant to walk over the border on purpose meant that she was going to be up to no good. Now, if it had been a kit or even someone that wasn't originally an animal that came across the border, he probably wouldn't have given them a break, but this was a Tanglewood member and he doubted that they would have given someone a second chance if someone walked across their borders. So why should Killua be any different? So he could be the better person? Yeah, he wasn't exactly in the mood at the moment and didn't really care about the female. The other didn't seem to be all the interested in Tanglewood, so he doubted that she would be loyal to the likes of them if something terrible happened. Not like it mattered in the current scenario that they were in. When the other turned to face him, he knew that he had managed to piss her off. Oh? Was it that easy to get her temper going. His eyes traveld down to the dagger that she had with her, and he almost wanted to laugh at the thought. She used a dagger? That was funny. He technically had several daggers attached to his claws, which were almost sharper than any knife that someone could even acquire. He was injured yes, but if the other tested him he honestly didn't care. She was a trespasser, so unlelss Jersery decided to give her a break it wasn't going to end well for the either of them. A smirk spread across his facial features, his eyes glinting as he looked at the older female, but one that was still smaller than him. he raised one of his paws as a warning as he unsheathed the metal claws that came out of their sheathes. Cherry didn't seem to realize the situation that she was getting herself into. "Baka~. You think I'm intimidated by you? Fat chance." Killua said with a light chuckle as he put his paw back down on the ground. His body language remained relaxed, but his ears were perked in her direction, listening to all of her movements. He was a serval and could easily move out of the way in time as long as she didn't have a power to use against him. Was she going to test the waters? It had been a while since he fought anyone. "What are you doing here then? I doubt this is a friendly visit." Killua snickered toward the Tanglewood member. The goodness of her heart? He was going to call bullshit on that. She didn't seem the type.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons