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

Very few things ended up making the assassin nervous over his life time. Anything that could make him nervous usually disappeared in a matter of seconds. However, depending on the interaction that he was going through could actually make him nervous if he wasn't careful enough. Such as the interactions that he had with Illumi. Those that would have seen his brother wouldn't feel welcome at all into the place that they were enterting. They would immediately get a terrible vibe from the older assassin's and he couldn't blame anyone that would try and turn tail away from the felieng such as that. A feeling that Killua himself had been exposed to over and over again since he was practically a kitten. In some instances Killua got used to the empty look in his brother's eyes when the other looked toward him. It wasn't anything that was extremely unfamiliar, but it wasn't welcomed either. He would much rather be in a different place, as his older brother always managed to intimidate no matter what kind of situation they were in. Unless Killua decided to get back onto his familie's good side, then he would always presume his older brother to be a threat toward his well being and to those that simply knew his name. Argus was another creature that made him uncomfortable to be around. Whether or not it was his own emotions or someone else's Killua was fearful of the female over the fact that she knew his name and he didn't know her name and couldn't remember who she was. The other stating that she had memories of him that he didn't remember even making. He had ended up killing her child when he had delivered him back to her clan. He doesn't remember any of that. Technically he hadn't been the one to kill him, he had only been the one to deliver him. This meant that Killua immediately became paranoid about whether or not what he remembered was actually real or not. Were all of his memories real? How much had disappeared that he actually didn't know about? It was extremley stressful for the assassin and he wanted nothing more to just have answers. He couldn't afford to try and contact his older brother as the other would know where he was and come and punish him for not returning to the family. He would nearly mean his death and probably the death of all Snowbound if he wasn't careful. It pissed him off always being on the run but he would never be capable of facing his brother with the current skill that he had. Even if he had managed to easily kill two innocent animals that had been in the wrong place and wrong time. He had been disgusted with himself because that hadn't been him that was moving his body this time, it had been something else entirely. Now when it came to Hisoka though, the deputy didn't like the other in the slightest. Considering the line of work that he had been in for the majority of his life, he noticed a fellow killer quite easily. Especially the other's bloodlust that seemed to leak out of his body all of the time. He couldn't give a shit if he was smaller than the other male, the other gave him vibes that he wasn't really fond of. Killua would often try to act tough around the male and could pull off the facade better than anyone else. He didn't want to fight Hisoka. Especially in his injured condition with his shoulder and torso wrapped in bandages thanks to self-inflicted wounds.

He couldn't get into a fight with the kitsune just yet, and he could only hope that the other liked to roam a lot and would bother the other clans instead of worrying about what he was doing in Snowbound for the meantime. It didn't seem like his wish was going to be granted all that quickly. The young deputy was making his way through the snow, instead of through the trees like he usually was. There, he heard voices and an unfamiliar scent in the distance. When he caught the scent of Hisoka though, Killua made sure to quicken his pace. The air elementals that surrounded his entire body making it impossible to catch his scent, and muffling his movements to almost make it impossible to hear his movements. The assassin soon arrived on the scene, approaching from the right side of the maine coon that was standing there. despite the other's size, Killua was around the other's size due to his long legs. Immediately, Killua shot a glare toward Hisoka, seeing how uncomfortable the other male was. Killua kept his distance from Hisoka but kept his distance toward Izuku in case he needed to knock the other out of the way of an attack. He didn't want any more death on Snowbound territory just yet. The larger kitsune was going to give him more trouble and probably stress him out for the rest of the time that he was there. "Knock it off Hisoka." Killua growled at the other. The fur on the back of his neck bristling, and his long metal claws already unsheathed. Killua didn't give a specific detail to Hisoka for what to stop, but he hoped the other understood what he meant. Killua doubted the other would listen though and continued to do whatever he wanted. As long as he didn't cut open anyone's throats he thought it was going to be fine. His gaze softened a little bit, and Killua became slightly nervous as he cleared his throat. "Sorry for uhh... him." The assassin commented as he pointed with one of his stark white paws in the kitsunes direction before taking a good look at the other male. Well... he was certainly green that was for sure. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow, and a small grin spread across his facial features. "You look like a giant grape." Killua would tease the other with a light chuckle escaping his jaws as he sat himself down in the snow. His ears angled toward Hisoka's direction instead of the joiners. He couldn't be too careful. "This is Snowbound. You lost?" Killua questioned, almonst monotone as he spoke this time around. He sounded like a broken record at this point now, but there was no other way to get information quick out of the other.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons

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

There were plenty of different species that Killua had come across during his time in the clans and during his time outside of the clans. At this point, he had spent most of his time in the clans all things considered. The assassin had left his family a long time ago, at least his attempt to try and get away from his obsessive family. As soon as he was born though, Killua was given an idea of what kind of animals that he was going to end up encountering. His father was a dragon just like his grandfather, which meant that he was probably be interacting with a couple mythical animals here and there. Then his mother and one of his older brothers were cougars that had different shapes and weights to them. His mother was probably still missing her eyes right now, which would be interesting to see how she was dealing with her lack of vision. Then his oldest brother, Illumi, was a black tiger that had a couple mutations here and there. Killua was born without any other mutation other than his albinism that he had inherited from his father and his grandfather. His younger sibling was that of a caracal, who was probably just as capable as him when it came to being an assassin. Most of those that were in the Zoldyck family were around the same level, although he was stronger than one of his older brothers and his own mother when it came to physical strength. Despite his small size, he uses the powers that he is born with to be able to take on opponents that were several times larger than he was. Now when he was confronted with something like a dragon or even a mythical creature, the assassin usually didn't blink an eye. Killua had also come across several other mutated creatures during his lifetime, such as those that had more eyes than what were probably necessary, and there were those that had extra limbs. There were several different strange creatures that existed in this world, and it took quite a bit to actually surprise someone like him. Maybe if he saw a species that he hadn't seen in a long time he would be interested. Servals like himself weren't exactly rare but they weren't exactly common either. There was one other serval that lived in the clan, and even though they didn't get along with one another they were still technically the same species. However, there was a recent instance when he had visited the Tanglewood clan that he had met someone that was extremley unique. She was a Mosaic, which meant that her genteic code was divided down her body directly through the middle. One half of her body was a tawny color while the other half was black. He had only seen that mutation in one instance and it was even rare than something like his own albinism, even though it ran in the family.

He immediately became interested in the likes of her and practically started bombarding her with questions based on her looks and if she was genetically different just based on her looks or anything else. The wildcat could easily be entertained by regular things, which most of the time he hadn't been able to do when he was a kitten himself as he didn't exactly have a childhood to look back on anyway. Most species that were in the clan's though usually correlated to the type of territory that they were living in. A serval living in such a cold place though? Not exactly someone would think to see in such a frigid place as they were more suited to warmer weather. Killua was practically adapted for any sort of climate, except real heat, because of time of him spending most of his life in clans that had cold environments, his stark white fur had grown out a little bit more than that of a regular serval. Providing him with the means of insulation and survival in a place such as this. Besides, he had the use of his air elementals to keep his body at a temperature that would keep him alive if he really needed to. The length of his fur also helped to hide all the scars that hid underneath his fur, which could only really be seen if he stretched in a certain angle, or if he ended up getting himself soaked to where his fur would stick to his body showing the upraised skin that was underneath. Killua got used to other's that looked at him in a strange manner though, whether it was the vibe that he gave off or the metal claws that had replaced his regular claws a long time ago. It didn't really matter to Killua all that much anymore, but there were some instances that it could piss him off if someone wasn't careful. His attention had been trained on the kitsune for a couple of moments, and once he noticed that the other didn't really respond to him, he slowly slid his claws back into their sheathes. Their lengths were long enough though that the tips of the metal could still be seen, although since his paws were still slightly hidden in the snow it would almost be impossible to see. He disliked that guy, and the deputy was just waiting for the moment that he would be able to prove to other's that it would be bad to have the likes of him here. His sapphire blue eyes returned to look at Izuku, noticing the way that the other had reacted to his little tease. He knew by the tone of the other's voice that he wasn't really all that offended, probably just playing along. Killua liked him a lot already, and couldn't help but let out a short laugh as a smirk spread across his facial features at his success.

Then the other even went along with it and mentioned the broccoli. Honestly, he could see how that would fit the other even better. Killua made sure not to gesture too much with his paws out of consideration for the maine coon, and didn't make any attempts to move any closer. He could read the domestic cat's body language like a book. "Broccoli? Why didn't I think of that? That's even better." Killua commented toward the other, obviously enjoying the information that the other was sharing with him. Killua looked completely relaxed, but if anyone was following his ears, they were both angled in Hisoka's direction. He didn't trust the kitsune after all. The deputy would then listen to what the broccoli had to say while he sat there. He figured the other was here to join. Almost any animal that was walking through the territory that wasn't a Snowbounder was bound to be a joiner one way or another. Either that or they were a threat if they weren't here to have a friendly conversation. Killua noticed the other's stutter when he introduced himself. Killua kept his jaw shut and waited for the other to be finished talking. "Well, Snowbound practically accepts anyone that isn't a threat first glance, and you can pretty much do whatever you want now." Killua said with a shrug of his shoulders toward the smaller creature, and what he basically meant was that the other was accepted. "I can't point you the way to camp if ya want." The young male would say casually as he slowly got himself up onto his paws, sneaking a glance toward Hisoka before turning back toward Izuku. "Namae Killua." The albino serval would speak in a Japanese accent. He had obviously caught onto the fact that the other had tried to say his last name first. Killua would have mimicked the other in that regard if he hadn't been trying to hide his last name from everyone in the clan right about now.

(Translation: Name's Killua)

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons