KILLUA

Killua used to act like an entirely different individual several months back. It was something that his family didn't even want him to know in that factor. The wildcat once had an entire group of friends that he could interact with without him worrying about how they would take toward him. The assassin was no longer an assassin, instead, he was more on the lines of a protector than anything else. Killua didn't have any memories of the amazing times that he had in that clan though, the place that he felt like he belonged with in a certain degree. He even managed to acquire himself an adopted family while he lived there, originally being sent there for a mission that he couldn't correctly figure out all that much. He didn't remember that he even had a mission during this time either. Killua had just started to live out his life without any real interruptions, he was no longer a killer and he had pretty much achieved his goal for what he wanted to be. Then as usual, his family ended up getting involved with something there was no need for. He didn't figure out that his oldest brother had been keeping track of his progress the entire time that he had lived in that clan. He had started to develop further bonds, and everyone in the group respected him for what he was. Killua even managed to develop social skills thanks to all the interactions he had done during that time. Then he ultimately got attacked by his brother, the black tiger far stronger than Killua could ever really imagine of becoming. It was difficult, but he knew that his brother most likely wouldn't kill him. He was the heir to the family he didn't want to belong to anymore. That didn't mean his older brother was going to go easy on him. He had trained him after all and tortured him when he was just a kitten. Meaning that the assassin knew exactly where to hit Killua to instill pain in his body. It worked of course, and he was given a time frame to return home. Killua didn't know what to do after that, and he passed the time frame before he was ready to fight his brother again. The young male got attacked by the Zoldyck member, which the other had used his powers to rip out his soul from his body and strip away the memories he had of the clan that he spent a good time of his life in. Fake memories than replaced those, and thanks to how careful his brother was when it came to replacing the memories Killua didn't suspect that there was anything wrong with him. He resorted back to being an assassin, and he was given a job in the exact same clan he had developed relations with. Killing their leader as asked per their client. Which also happened to be his adopted mother that he didn't know about. Then he moved to the next group, aiming to kill their leader as well. From there his mind carried on like it usually would, and his rebellion was quick to start up with the jealousy he felt with those that were similar of age as him and were enjoying their life instead of worrying about whether the next thing they ate was poisoned or not. He was envious of them. How could they be so happy when there was a constant war around them? It didn't seem all that logical to him. Either way, he failed his first mission in his entire life. Which wasn't all that long compared to the life of that of a regular domestic cat, but serval's aged a little bit slower than domestic cats. Domestic cats only living for a couple of years at a time, while a serval could live up to around twenty years without any issues. If the albino serval knew about what had happened to his memories, he would certainly grow with rage toward his family. Realizing that he would never see the creatures that he had once considered to be a real family. Not the ones that had raised him.

If Killua's memory hadn't been erased, he would have remembered the male on the border. Back when he did have memories, they were fairly close to one another. He had been the deputy of the clan that they had been in for a couple months before his family had to come and ruin everything. Now that he was back to square one, he refused to trust anyone that he approached right now. Sure he came from another clan after failing his mission against the clan that lived on the floating islands, but this place was still entirely new to him. He wasn't exactly sure why all the animals that were in the area were so kind to him. And were willing to let him in a place like this despite him being a murderer an assassin. He wasn't a good guy. The young male had a lot on his plate, but here was at least a small amount of good news in all of this. Someone had recently returned that he actually knew from the previous clan that he had been in. Killua certainly hadn't expected it, but he met Koru again. The albino black mamba that had taken a liking to him over the months that they had known each other. After being viciously attacked by his oldest brother again, he decided to flee that group of clans. He was no longer safe there anymore after all. Killua often patrolled the borders for his own interests. Killua didn't know the name of most of the creatures that were here, and that was fine with him. They probably didn't know his name considering that he had never spoken to them before. The only animal that he had actually approached had been Jacob. Then there was Roy but the tiger had been the one to accept him in the clan so he didn't really count the other male all that much. He seemed to be a type of medic which would certainly help. Killua's physical demeanor didn't seem to change all that much, although he did look a bit older and taller. Especially compared to any domestic cats. Despite being an apprentice he was already the size of a full grown domestic cat. Without the same muscle mass and weight of course. The only difference with his appearance right now were the bright, pink, fresh scars that covered a majority of his body. Obviously made by something that was much larger than he was. The injuries having healed from when his brother had attacked him. The stitches that once held his new metal claws in their sheathes had disappeared since his claws had healed a considerable amount. Now, he was laying down on a branch he was starting to hear voices not too far away from him. Near the border. Someone new probably. There seemed to be a lot of those. Getting up onto his paws, he silently leaped from branch to branch, until he arrived on a branch that was different than the crows. His gaze landed on the pink-hued domestic cat on the border. A confused look was on his facial features for a couple of moments as he studied the other male. The other certainly seemed pretty confused and had no idea where he was. He looked at the other Snowbound members before laying himself down on the branch he was on, conjuring up a lollipop and putting it into his mouth. "Long way from home I'm guessin?" The assassin and former deputy would state in a bored tone, swirling the candy in his jaws as he looked at the other apprentice. The guy looked like a large thing of candy.

clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons

KILLUA

Killua had always been a type of wanderer. He wondered if it was just because he was young and wanted to see what the world turned out to be like. After all, he had been cooped up in a castle for a majority of his life. Constantly just staring at the stone walls that were in front of him out of complete boredom of not having anything to do. The assassin wasn't supposed to be doing anything other than training. But during his training he obviously got injured so he had to at least give a couple of days to heal himself here and there. Besides, they didn't exactly want to kill him while he was just training, something that could have been easily done while he was just a kitten. His body not exactly having a lot of blood to spair if someone wanted to leave him out to bleed him to death. Either way, he never liked being in one place all the time. It meant it would be easier for animals to find him if they were actively hunting for him. Killua knew that he had a constant bounty on his head and that if he wasn't careful too much information to get out about him. Although there wasn't a huge likelihood that those hunting him would actually know what he even looked out. Just a simple description of what he looked like could be worth a lot to certain individuals. Killua was glad that in these parts, the term Zoldyck didn't really come into mind when it came to a professional assassin family that were extremley lethal. He never introduced himself to anyone that was in the clans with his full name before, but he had asked a loner before if he knew the last name Zoldyck. The loner told him he had never heard of it. Which was good, as it meant that he was far away as he possibly could get from his parents and the rest of his siblings. He doubted that the rest of his siblings were tasked with finding him, but if they were desperate enough he wouldn't really be all that surprised. Most of his siblings having their own lives that they lived that the rest of the family didn't know. Even if they did call themselves a family, they were fairly closed off from one another. What assassin would enjoy another assassin's company? Exactly. No one. Which was difficult for Killua to work with, but gave advantages if he wanted to bargain one of his siblings to do something for him. No matter what kind of group he was with, Killua would always go out to see what other creatures were out there. Sure he wasn't surprised by the different species that he came across, he was more interested in the personalities that he came across. Some were actually capable of dealing with his jokes instead of taking them seriously, while the rest of them wanted to take his head off. He knew that he wasn't that great with social interactions but he was trying his damn best to improve what he never had from the very beginning. In all honesty, he was terrified of himself and what he could do to ruin the lives of the clanners that he was with currently and the past. There were plenty of times that he didn't have control over his actions. Which he wasn't sure how that was even possible. He knew that he would occasionally hear his brother inside of his head, but there were powers that would work for that. He was messing with him. He was always messing with him. He needed to stay away from his family in order to keep his small form of sanity left. 

Killua never really thought about the times he had ended up gettinig lost trying to find a place that a loner had given him directions to. Sometimes the loner would lie to him and he would end up in the middle of nowhere. Which was fine with him thanks to the numerous amount of powers that he had in the first place. The assassin didn't have to worry about growing hungry because he can just conjure up whatever the hell he wanted, especially food. He had to admit that was probably one of his most used powers other than his air elementals. He didn't mind getting lost, as it would mean it would be a sort of an adventure. If he got into danger at the same time, he was all for it because it would be fun to deal with dangers that weren't really all that dangerous for the Zoldyck. He could just relax and calmly through his exploration. He still had yet to explore the rest of the territory of Snowbound, but he was able to find some interesting areas for himself. Were the other members making their way through the territory figuring out what was interesting and a waste of time? Probably. This place was new after all, at least from what he was able to overhear. Killua moved the lollipop that was in his mouth to the other side, keeping the candy between his teeth and his cheek. If one ever tried to inspect his mouth, they would be quick to realize that he was missing a couple teeth. Another memory that Killua didn't have when he was actually tortured in a lab, thanks to his older brother, and had a couple of his molars removed so that they could check if his teeth were different from that of a regular serval. Killua would raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the pink feline's statement that he had no idea where he was, and that his memories were being difficult. Amnesia was the first issue that Killua thought of. Very common when it came to the clans so it wouldn't surprise him if that was the case. "This place? It's called Snowbound. Pretty fitting name if you ask me." Killua would joke with a small smirk spreading across his facial features. He kept his claws unsheathed though into the branch he was on so that he wouldn't fall off. "I'm guessing you probably have amnesia though. Common from what I can gather if you don't remember much." The assassin stated again in almost a bored tone. He debated for a couple moments as he looked at the other apprentice. He was around the same age as him probably. Did that mean Killua took a little pity on the other male? Probably. "Name's Killua." The albino serval introduced himself in a calm tone, the smirk having disappeared to a neutral facial expression.

clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons