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

Injuries came and went when it came to the aspect of the clans. There was always bound to be someone that was hurt, whether it be against someone that might have attacked them, themselves, or even the environment in that regard. Killua had seen the many different types of injuries that could make themselves known in the clans, the different types of methods one could use in the regard to killing someone. There were plenty of groups that seemed to only be the violent type, and because of that, the wildcat knew which clans to look out for in the future. Killua himself had to deal with the injuries that he received and the scars that usually came from them. The first time he got injured during his time in Snowbound was when his mind had practically snapped. He still had no idea what happened on that day and had no idea what to really think about it. Other than the fact that it was probably his family that had done something to him to make him go out and kill random creatures that had no connection to him and were completely innocent. They didn't deserve to die, and yet he was still willing to kill them without hesitation. When he got into a certain state, it was impossible for him to get out of it, which made him even more dangerous than one could really imagine in the beginning. Killua would have just left the corpses there, but he knew that in a couple of minutes is all it would take for someone to find him and that he was going to need to come up with a story that someone would be able to believe. Killua ran his body across the claws of the creatures that he said would have attacked him, and from there he used his own claws to make an injury on the left side of his shoulder too. When other's approached him, they took his injuries into consideration and most of them believed him from that moment that he was telling the truth that he had killed them out of self-defense. After all, he was fairly injured from what he said, and when others asked to treat his wounds, he refused them and simply went on his way back toward the cave that he called his home. The most recent incident had been when he ended up having a night terror. Killua hadn't been sleeping for a long time and decided that he might as well try to rest his eyes for a little bit while he was in his cave. Killua had made the mistake of not mentally preparing himself to wake up and fell into a deep sleep that let him slip into a night terror that was perfectly crafted by his brother. In said dream, he killed those that he didn't mind being around and those that were innocent. Izuku was included in the night terror, which Killua remembered seeing the maine coon's wings ripped off and throw off to the side while the rest of him seemed to be crushed to nothing. He was barely able to recognize the corpse in his dream, and the only way he could was by the green coloration that he had on him. Killua had thrashed around in his sleep and had screamed when he finally did wake up. Having cut his throat a good amount and cutting deep into his right arm with his claws. He had such a high pain threshold that the pain that went through his body barely even registered enough to wake him up.

It was the ending of his dream that had woken him up instead of the pain that he went through. He imagined that if he was stuck sleeping, he probably would have died from blood loss before anyone else could have done anything to stop it. The albino serval had to be careful, but it had been a couple of days since he injured himself and his wounds were healing. Albeit slowly despite his patience that he was slowly using. He just wanted to be healed so that he could start his training again. He was tired of just walking around and socializing with other animals as he was starting to grow bored out of his mind by doing simple tasks. Killua knew that Izuku hadn't been around, the maine coon having been some of the few that Killua found interesting, and the other seemed to have quite a few companions in that regard. Killua had been there to stitch up some of Izuku's wound when he had gotten attacked by some rogue or even loner. He had noticed that there was damage to his eyes and had no idea whether or not Jacob would be able to restore the other's vision. Healing himself, Killua hadn't had the time to go and see how the other was doing, which would have been something he had never done before either. It was rare to find Killua in camp, as he was more likely going to be out and about. He didn't like the clustered feeling that the camp did have and did his best to avoid it. The only reason he visited camp once a day was so that he was kept in the loop of whatever was happening in the clan. It was easier for him to hear the news this way instead of gathering news that he would hear around the border. Which was exactly what he was doing as his paws made no sound as they transitioned from stepping on snow to stepping on stone as he entered the large cave that was Snowbound camp. He had bandages that were wrapped around his right arm and around his neck. He hadn't ripped out his stitches yet, so that was good. He probably needed to change his dressings soon, which was the last thing he liked doing. While he walked into camp, familiar movement caught his attention as he turned to look at Izuku. Which by the way he was looking around wasn't capable of seeing yet. Was the medic trainee doomed to be blind forever? Killua hoped not. "Nē, budō,-dōshita?" Killua would say in a calm tone, not speaking incredibly lightly. He was off to the side when he had approached the other, noticing that there was something around his neck but not bothering to comment on it. His gaze traveled over the other's condition, and he had to admit that Izuku looked absolutely awful. He didn't smell that bad, but it was obvious that there was grooming that was going to need to be done with his fur. "When was the last time you took a bath?" Killua questioned the domestic cat, making sure not to really sound rude toward the fellow apprentice. Of course, Killua wasn't going to offer to wash him, because that would be awkward. If anyone was willing, it would probably be Jacob.

(Translation: Hey grape, how are you holding up?)

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons