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

Names held power when they were used, or if they were spoken in an attempt to find someone. There were plenty of reasons why Killua often didn't use his name when it came to talking to others. Right now he was attempting to hide from his family, and if literally everyone in his family was looking for him it could pose trouble. They were great when it came to data mining, and if they were just going to ask around with the clans they were probably going to get the answers that they needed from the rest of the groups. It was almost problematic that he had a high position in the group alrerady, as other groups would probably just know his name instead of actually knowing his face. Which was all his family would need to know if they wanted to find the likes of him. Either way, his name wasn't exactly the most creative thing that was coughed up by his mother when she named him when he was born. All of their names meant something in Japanese, although he wasn't sure what his siblings meant in Japanese. Although their names sounded a lot better than his did because the clue to what his name meant wasn't already in his name already. Killua meant the action to kill. Which wasn't that hard to figure out, and yet everyone else in the clans didn't seem to come to this realization ever. Some could say that hsi name was weird and strange, London had even said that his name was nice. Killua was caught off guard by that remark as his name reminded him of his blood-stained past where he was an assassin and killed someone every single day for the past several months. He no longer wanted to be an assassin anymore, and so his name didn't really want to fit. However, there were several instances that Killua did want to kill someone, and he didn't feel bad about it. Especially when the female didn't even remotely feel bad about what she had done and refused to take responsibility to her actions. He knew that he could have killed her, but if he did that he probably would have started some sort of a war. It was annoying yes, but he was going to have to swallow that feeling for the time being as he struggled with his own problems right now. The wildcat had to deal with the lack of sleep he was getting, since he killed those two animals on the border a little over a week ago now. He hadn't slept, and he certainly wasn't eating right. The growling of his stomach he paid no mind to, having spent training to make sure that he wouldn't just starve to death after a couple of weeks despite the size and age he was right now. Killua didn't have any reason to want to eat right now. Maybe it was punishment for the horrible thing that he had done. Illumi having made him resort back to who he was just months ago. Not feeling any sort of emotion as he took the life of someone else without any guilt or remorse. He killed because he could, that's what his brother had always told him and part of him thought that the other was right despite that.

Killua didn't judge other's when it came to the names that they were given to them by their parents. He couldn't care less considering that it had nothing to do with him and he wasn't going to judge someone on it either. Which other's would hopefully do the same for him considering that he didn't want to kill others anymore. Killua himself had gotten used to the cold at this point despite his species like London. After months of spending his time in clans that were usually covered by snow, his fur had grown out to be thicker than that of a regular serval's. It helped him a lot, but he could also control his body temperature with the elemental powers he had so he was never at risk from freezing to death. Blinking his sapphire blue as he heard voices off in the distance. His air elementals made it impossible to catch his scent and muffled his movements completely. The assassin was used to sneaking around and this day wasn't different despite his sleep deprivation. He neared the scene, making sure to keep well away from Silent out of the factor that Killua didn't exactly like being around the other creature. Which he didn't display in his body language, but the other's appearance just told him that the other was up to no good. The albino serval stopped a little bit of a distance from the rest of the group, bandages covering his left shoulder and torso as he looked at the smaller domestic cat. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow at her broken up speech. Sounded like she wasn't capable of forming complete sentences, which was fine. Killua wouldn't judge her for it, and it also meant that they got straight to the point of everything. Her name was Eleven. Probably a reason behind the name but he wasn't going to ask. She wanted to join, which Killua was quick to answer. "Basically anyone can join Snowbound as long as they aren't aggressive. So welcome I guess. You're basically free to do whatever in the territory now that you're here." Killua stated in a calm voice, a neutral expression spread across his face. Considering the other's condition, he made sure to keep his metal claws as sheathed as possible, which he could only do so much since the tips of his claws would still be visible no matter how hard he tried. The other was cold, and Killua seemed to debate for a moment on how to address the issue. Someone else could help her, but he also didn't want her to die from hypothermia. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he took one step forward and conjured up a thick wool blanket that would be able to cover the domestic cat. There, he would gently toss it in the other's direction, the blanket could keep her warm till she got to camp. The albino serval immediately noticed the shift in the other's gaze as she turned to look at Silent. This couldn't be good. "Uhhhh I don't think that's what he is. We don't know what the hell Silent is but he won't hurt you. He just likes... creeping around." Killua stated with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't care if he sounded rude to the other, as Silent could just as easily say something mean to him back.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons