KILLUA

The assassin was technically new to this group specifically. It really did remind him of one of the clans that he used to reside in. The albino serval had spent a lot of his life in that group, being entirely confused because that had been the first clan that he had ever been in. He had regarded the group as being incredibly weak, and he still thought that being the same for the way that certain clans acted. They all acted the same for the fact most of them didn't believe in killing to have a victory or seriously injuring someone to leave them alone. They were too SOFT. Something the young assassin had to honestly get used to, having not grown up around anyone that was capable of showing him any sort of kindness, as he was practically created to be that of a weapon by his parents. He was going to carry on the family legacy that his family wanted so bad to keep going, even if he had four other siblings that would be perfectly fine for the job. Brainwashed. Tortured. Mentally and physically traumatized. They had pulled out all the stops to try and make sure that Killua would remain on their side for as long as possible. But being as young as he was, he was curious and wanted to see what the outside world was like. He wanted to know what it would be like to do something else. Killing grew quick to bore him instead of making him feel more alive. Going to his first clan he didn't expect much as his brother had told them that they were practically barbaric. He was right in that regard because they had a terrible system, a system that caused them a lot more trouble instead of giving them security for their daily lives. All of them were weaker than the likes of him, and that was certainly saying something considering the fact that he was barely apprentice age at the time. He didn't make any sort of friends in that clan, but he did learn some hard lessons and realized that he didn't want to go down the path that his family had situated for him. It sounded boring, and he wanted to live the way that the young animals of the clans were able to live. That would be having fun. He needed that, because constantly being on alert and never trusting one put a lot of stress on ones body, and he never found any time to really relax. Then he went to his next batch of clans and it was an entirely different story. He had almost started to establish himself, having those that actually deeply cared about him and his safety. He learned life lessons from one of their leaders, after the other ended up getting involved with him. He missed Circusclown more than he cared to admit. He wanted to ask the other for advice on what he should do next. He would never get the chance though, the other having committed suicide quite quickly. After having being mutilated by his brother in the second group of clans he was considering his home, he knew that he was going to have no choice but to move. His brother knew his position and his whereabouts, so if he stayed it would just mean that he would be given another lesson he didn't want or need. So he ran, and this was the place that he actually ended up in. The young male wasn't quite sure to think of this place. The one creature he had met so far was certainly nice, but there was suspicion behind that kindness. Going back to the habit of not trusting anyone for a while. He was still healing, and he didn't want to reveal himself to the group just yet. It would be like putting a target on his back. That's the last thing anyone needed. One quick way to get Killua's attention though was the factor that he loved sweets. He would do anything from them, and anyone that would try and take away his candy was due to lose a limb. Killua had managed to find himself a den at the furthest reaches of the cave. This way he wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to bug him when he isn't in a good mood. The albino serval certainly did stick out like a sore thumb, but for once he was actually resting. The scars that littered his tall frame were still healing and the last thing he needed was them to open up again. He nearly died from those injuries that his brother gave him. The wildcat immediately perked up though at the mention of hot chocolate. Nothing else caught his attention of course. The assassin got up onto his paws, walking completely silent thanks to the use of his air elementals muffling the sound entirely. He also didn't hold a scent to his body, again thanks to the air elementals. "Now you guys certainly know how to give a proper treatment." Killua said with his signature smirk spreading across his face. He was looking at the unicorn that was standing in the middle. Not really a surprise. But the guy certainly did look a little bit interesting. It had been a while since he had seen a herbivore in the first place. On kick from a horse would definitely do most carnivores in. Killua decided to take it upon himself as he made his way over and made himself a cup of hot chocolate. Usually, chocolate was disastrous to most animals, and could make them really sick in large doses. Considering all the chemical testing that he went through, the albino serval was completely fine to really eat any sort of food that was given to him. Settling off into his own little corner, he took as sip of the warm liquid and hummed in content. He did his best not to make it so that the tips of his metal claws knicked the cup. "I'll pass on the game though." He didn't want others to get to know him that well after all. They could deal with just learning his name for now. He had to admit, he felt like he was going to enjoy this place, which probably wouldn't last long thanks to his current record.

clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons