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

When it came to children and clans, Killua was often confused. He had lost track how many times children were just left on the border to fend for themselves either because their parents didn't care or they had no idea how to take care of them. They were all practically anbandoned. How many children dind't have a clan to go to when they were just dropped off no matter if there was another group around to keep track of them? Killua knew that his family was bad, but at least they didn't try to abandon him. Although at some times Killua wished that they did because he probably would be better off by now. No. He knows that he'll be better off no matter what happens. The assassin doesn't care about his family like one would think he would, after all the terrible things that they had done to him he couldn't care really what could happen to their life in the end. They could die and he would be slightly disappointed, but at least they would take a break from trying to track him down all the time. He needed a break from his family and there was only way to really get that to happen. He needed to defeat them so that they would either disown him from the family immediately making him a killable target, or they would simply allow his wishes to become true. Not a probably solution in Killua's mind and he was desperately trying to figure out a way around his family. Killua didn't often care abobut those that were younger in the clans, but when it came to those animals that were a lot younger than he was, he immediately felt protective over them. He was around the middle child of his family, having two younger siblings. Was it instincts to protect those that were younger than him? Maybe so, but at least he didn't try to horde them for himself. He had considered someone that was very close to him to be an adopted sister and would have done everything in his power to make sure that she was going to live. The young male would have laid down his life for her when the time came, and he had almost lost his life trying to keep his brother distracted from going into the camp of the clan that he was in at the time and to try and kill her. Did his older brother even care about what kind of life he was living right now? Probably, since the other was constantly butting into conversations with the voice that rang out in his head here and there. There were very few creatures that would be willing to try and trust someone like him.

A creature that looked like he could kill anyone with a simple swipe of his paw. Most got that vibe just from looking at him, and right now he was really used to it. There was nothing really about him that he was willing to change to be able to change for the likes of the clan. His goal has been for him to try and belong, not to try and make everyone in the group love him. He could do that already if he wanted to consider that he was great when it came to putting on a facade. The albino serval usually kept tabs on the border despite his current injuries that didn't seem to effect him all that much. He wasn't leaping from tree to tree like had done before. His sapphire blue optics scanning the border for any sign of life as he walked horizontally along it. During this time he caught an unfamiliar scent on the wind and decided to track it down, as it was obviously coming from the border. His paws made no sound as he moved, no scent emitting from his body either as he heard voices soon in the distance. He wasn't the first one to appear on the scene this time. Maybe he was slacking. Not like he really cared. He just kept track of joiners for his own data collection to make sure he knew who was coming in and out of the clan. As he arrived on the scene, he noticed an incredibly young husky in front of London and Leigh. The other looked to be around similar in age to Ivylee now that he looked at it. Not like the other was probably willing to get close to him after what had happened recently. Killua made his way over toward the group, approaching from the left toward the pup. Noticing the breed of the dog caused a lump to form in his throat. It was a husky. Sure, it had looked nothing like the pup that he had killed when he was younger, but this didn't make it any easier. He flicked one of his large white ears as he sat down next to a tree as he examined the situation. There was only one set of prints in the snow, which meant that the pup was probably alone all things considered. His gaze turned to look toward London who had been the one to ask the questions before he added his own. "Heya. Where are your parents?" Killua questioned in a calm manner to the pup, his slightly pink paws shuffling in the snow.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons