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

Killua didn't like the Typhoon. There was nothing that someone could say to him that would make him like the group just yet. Sure Guru ended up having one of her ears missing, but that literally meant nothing to Killua because the female would still be able to hear. It was literally at no disadvantage for the female to walk around with no ear attached there, as there was still be a little bit of a piece that was there. He wondered just how much it would take to instill fear into the creature. Maybe he could use some sort of mental power to dig into the way Guru thought of herself, although he would probably just find himself disgusted at her, it would be a way to use her own mind against her. He could make her into a puppet if he really wanted to. But Killua didn't want to do any of these things as a means of getting revenge on those that Guru had ended up hurting. Instead, it was for his own selfish act as he wanted nothing more than to just show the other that she was completely outclassed when it came to fighting. He knew that despite her punishment, she would most likely do it again so no one in Snowbound was exactly safe because of her. If he had been the one to give her her punishment, he would have made sure it would have been a moment that she would never end up forgetting. Killua had almost completely lost his temper during the time that Guru was continuing to run her mouth, refusing to apologize for what she had one. What did he expect from the likes of a Typhoon member to where Argus was living? Although he still didn't know Argus's name, and instead only knew her appearance and nothing else. Killua had even started to make it hail at the border that he had gotten so pissed and he didn't even seem to realize what was happening until Mel had come to speak to him. Breaking him out of the trance as he realized that violence would only lead to more violence. He was an assassin, and if he wanted to kill someone he was going to do it the way that he had been taught, whether he liked it or not. If he did manage to kill the caracal, it would mean that all the issues with the threat of someone attacking them would completely disappear. At least in Killua's mind, sure it would piss the Typhoon off but he doubted that they would do anything about it if they realized they couldn't track the creature down that had done the deed. Kilua usually leaving no trace behind when he killed his targets, although he had stayed on the recent scene where he had killed those two animals, which still racked him with guilt. The Typhoon could obviously call him out as a suspect and potentially look through his mind for proof, which would certainly make it difficult for him to go against and he would be found guilty. If they wanted to torture him, that was fine because he had been through all sorts of torture. It would mean nothing to him. It was this thought that made Killua realize how numb he was to the rest of the world. He could barely feel pain anymore, and sometimes he even caused his own injuries to make sure that he was even still alive and breathing. His family had made him this way though, and in some aspects, he thanked them for it, because without the way he was now, he doubted that he would have made it far as he did. Although the thought of a clanner trying to capture him was certainly funny in his mind.

Either way, the Typhoon gave him no reason to enjoy being around them, and he didn't have a reason to want to interact with those that were there. He would much rather get to the Ascendants and have some fun with the massive telescope that they have. Maybe he could take London there to see what was going on. That would be kind of neat, but also might be considered weird so he didn't think about it again. Then there was Tanglewood, a place that he didn't quite enjoy that much, but he would probably just go back to piss off the creature that had kissed him, nearly making him throw up. He was glad that there was no one from Snowbound around because he doubted that he would have been able to live something like that down. Right about now, Killua's condition certainly wasn't the greatest. Considering that he kept his distance from literally everyone unless someone was trying to track him down for a conversation or something, they wouldn't be able to notice the types of sleeping patterns or eating patterns that he had. Killua hadn't eaten anything for the past couple of days, which was starting to make his movements a little bit sluggish. The reason why he hadn't been eating? He probably considered it to be a punishment for killing the two creatures on the border when he thought he could have stopped himself from doing so. While in actuality there had been nothing that Killua could have done to stop his brother from controlling his body. He also refused to sleep. He knew that he suffered from night terrors, but they were rare and few and far between. He was terrified to go asleep now that Illumi's voice was prominent more and more in his head during his daily activities. He could bet that there was a one hundred percent chance that he was going to have a night terror if he went to sleep. He had run across this problem before in the previous clan that he had lived in, and he was paranoid that his brother was getting closer and closer to him. There was only one animal that scared Killua, and that was his older brother Illumi. He would do everything in his power to constantly avoid him, but his brother was always looking for him to bring him back home. Killua hadn't slept for basically a week in that clan, and ultimately he passed out from exhaustion in the middle of the territory. He had one of the worst nightmares he's had in a while, and he knew that once he hit his limit it was going to happen the exact same way. But he would rather just have one bad night terror instead of several in a row. He hadn't told anyone about his condition, not even his adopted sister. He wasn't close enough to anyone in the clan right now to even talk about what his favorite color was. Killua never liked revealing information about himself as he felt like it could be used for leverage in the future if he wasn't careful enough. Killua had kept himself from even eating different sweets here and there. Normally when he was around the border's he had a lollipop in his mouth, but nowadays the sight of candy was almost completely vacant from him. At least for the past week since the incident happened. Candy being his security blanket when he was thinking or stressed was certainly a concern, but he doubted other's paid that much attention to him. And if they did, he would consider it to be quite suspicious as to why they were paying so much attention to what he did.

Killua occasionally visited the camp during the day, but usually only once. He never liked being around camp because there were too many faces and he was honestly too tired to argue with other's, which he often did consider his attitude all the time. The smell of pastries was the first to catch his attention, his pink nostrils flaring. There was only one animal that liked to bake that much. Jacob. What was the other doing? Killua had been to the other's therapy session, but not of his own accord, as the bastard Stark had decided that he was going to manhandle him and force him to join the therapy session. Which he had practically lied through the entire time because he wasn't about to start talking about his feelings to some strangers. Killua himself was different when it came to the reason why he was able to eat what he could eat. Chocolate is a major factor, as having chemicals and different poisons injected into his body, something as small as chocolate wasn't going to end up harming him. And with the large amounts of scar tissue that was in his mouth, he could barely taste anything that didn't have a strong flavor. Meaning that anything that was incredibly sweet or sour he would be the only thing that he could taste. Again, thanks to the chemicals that were poured down his throat as a kitten. Killua was practically genetically engineered by his parents, and doubted that anything normal was really pertained to him. A yawn spread across his facial features as he made his way toward the main entrance of the cave, one of his large ears flicking. At first he didn't see Jacob, and instead, he saw Mel instead. Great. Part of him hoped that the other wasn't going to give him a hard time. He wasn't in the mood. The tip of his claws usually would have made a clicking sound against the rock he was walking on, but thanks to his air elemental's no sound could be heard from him as he approached the two animals. His gaze trailed toward Mel, and noticed that she was eating a pastry. Oh? This was new. "A change in taste huh?" Killua said as he managed to form as mirk across his facial features. It was almost funny to see the larger female eating pastries, having never seen her do that before. His sapphire blue eyes directed themselves toward Jacob though, who was laying on a blanket. Oh. Killua tilted his head in a manner as he sat himself down, keeping his distance from the rest like he usually did, as he moved a mug of hot chocolate closer toward him. He conjured up a small packet of sugar that he ripped open and poured into the mug, something that London had done for him when she brought him hot chocolate. It made it a little bit sweeter but not by much. Killua manuevered his paw in the handle of the mug, using his metal claws to grip the mug as he curled that paw and used the other one to raise it to his mouth. Taking a small sip, he put the mug back down on the ground before finally speaking again. "Should we wake him?" If he was in his usual attitude, he would have figured out a funny way to wake up the healer. But now in this condition and after the current events? He would rather not wake him since it could end badly if he wasn't careful. He was tired. So tired.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons