KILLUA

Technically Killua wasn't even remotely made for any sort of cold environments. He was a serval. A species that was known for being in warm temperatures and living in the same enviornment that a lion would be living in. Well, where he had grown up had been nothing like compared to the cold climate that he was in now. He had grown up on a forested mountain, where it would occasionally snow but it wouldn't be to the extent of how it snowed in Snowbound. Or whatever the hell this place wanted to call itself. The wildcat should be suffereing from hypothermia at the sudden change of environment. Killua thought this as well because he wasn't used to be in cold areas, but the first clan he had ended up joining had a similar climate to this one. He had used his powers to keep himself fairly warm the entire time, but then there were blizzards where it would get down to negative degrees. Over time Killua began to realize that he couldn't survive for very long in severe temperatures such as that. Sure, he could walk through said temperatures for a small amount of time before keeling over. At one instance in that clan he had become severely injured thanks to his older brother, and was left in the snow. It was this where he was able to figure out exactly how quick his body got cold without him using his powers to keep himself alive. Either way, he had spent more time in cold climates that his body was starting to adapt slightly to the sudden changes. His fur grew somewhat longer than that of a regular servals. Fur even began to grow slightly between his paw pads so that his paw pads wouldn't fall off dead if they ended up getting too cold later on. He also knew how to use his powers well enough that there wouldn't be much issue all things considered. The assassin had to keep his body in the best shape possible so that there weren't any issues when it came to his missions. His long fur ended up sticking around as there weren't hot enough temperatures to really cause him any harm with the long fur that he had. Besides, he also kept it so that it would be of some use of him at hiding the hundreds of scars that were underneath his white pelt. All of which he had gotten from his family and not any of the fights he had been in while he had been in the clans more likely. Adapting. That's what singled out the weak and the strong in Killua's mind. If someone couldn't adapt to different changes that happened in their environment, whether that meant weather or other enemies, then they were just doomed to die and were going to die from being weak. Sure there was probably still hope with them here and there, but it wasn't all that likely all things considered.

Keeping close to the borders was something that the assassin did on a daily basis. Mostly so that he would keep his constantly running mind occupied instead of constantly thinking about his brother all the time. This way there was a chance that he might actually enjoy himself while he was here. Even if he didn't know how long he would be staying, but it didn't want to plan that far ahead just yet. After all, the creatures here were a fan of chocolate, meaning that he would probably never have to conjure up chocolate ever again if he got a system going. Killua didn't patrol the borders like a clanner would do. If he wanted to, he would let someone walk right across the border like it was no big deal. He would keep an eye on them though, because he didn't necessarily want someone dying while he was watching them. He could get himself into trouble for doing that obviously. The albino serval wouldn't mind watching their ass getting beat for a little bit because of their reckless actions, before stepping in to save them. Figuring out where one stood when it came to dealing with stronger animals was a quick learning curve. One that he had been taught at a fairly young age thanks to his older brother that put him through life and death training. If he didn't do something right, he could potentially die while he was training to be as strong as he was now. He was a murderer. He was a killer. He wasn't a good guy. But damn, he was trying hard to be one. He didn't want to be a killer anymore, but with the habit ingrained into his mind, it was a different habit to get away from. After all, it was all he had ever known his entire life. Either way, Killua had been somewhat close to the border while everything was going down. Whether or not he was going to participate was depending on who the creature was that was at the border. No scent or sound came from the assassin as he leaped from one branch to the next, before stopping above the unicorn and the dog. Well, he hasn't seen that species of dog for a good while now. A snort escaped his jaws as he watched the unicorn start to take care of the dog, but he heard what the canine ended up saying. "Angel? That's definitely one strange looking angel then." Killua laughed with a smirk spreading across his facial features. He was going to tease anyone that he came across no matter what rank they had. Ranks meant nothing to him after all. The albino serval followed the others to camp, his metal claws digging into the surface of the branches he leaped off of. Before dropping down onto the ground as he made his way toward the entrance with the leader. Was he going to help? He didn't see any real reason to, but he was curious about the dog. There seemed to be something on the other's chest. Tools of some sort? Curiosity made his claws itch as they clicked on the ground. He kept a distance between the two animals though. "You nearly got yourself killed thinking you could walk through some snow." Killua said with a low huff, doubting that the other would even really be able to comprehend what he was saying as he talked considering his condition. "Who are you anyway?' KThe entire time he talked after teasing the Snowbound leader almost sounded bored. The albino serval sat himself down, a neutral look on his facial features as he stared at the canine.

clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons