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

Killua enjoyed fire from time to time. He wasn't capable of using fire elementals, but he had a better alternative to it. However, fire could also be dangerous, as it was to most objects that existed in the world. His metal claws were more than capable of being melted at high temperatures and in a fight if someone were to target his claws he would have a difficult time. Killua never really used his mouth to attack someone, instead of resorting to using his claws or other weapons to deal damage to enemies. There were some animals that feared fire, and they had a right to as it could easily kill anything that it touches. He remembered there were a couple of fires that they had to deal with in the group that he sheltered in for a little bit. Maybe it was one of the reasons why he liked to stay in places that were almost covered in snow all of the time. He remembered standing around a fire and there was usually food that was provided for them. The only reason he went to most events in the first place was that there was food and nothing else. One could easily notice that he wasn't the most sociable in the world, and he had his reasons to be. Killua came back to camp in order to put his albino black mamba companion in the place where Stark was staying. The assassin wasn't just going to leave him out in the open to get in trouble or have a larger predator try to eat him. Although most predators didn't exactly like to tangle with a black mamba on the best of days. Once he had Koru settled, Killua was going to start heading out to see if he could find anything interesting to do. The wildcat turned himself around when movement caught his eye. He turned his head to see Straw carrying bundles of wood to the middle of the camp, and then Lilja helping them set a fire.

He noticed the flint and steel and was certainly impressed that the canine was able to hold the items steady enough to get a flame. He wondered what was also in that satchel of hers, as it seemed to act just like Amorettes raincoat, as she could pull almost anything out of the raincoat in a moments notice that was appropriate to the situation. Interested if there was an event going or not, as it seemed like Straw was doing a lot of them, Killua began to make his way over. His movements remained silent as he approached the two, his enhanced senses catching onto the last bit of their conversation. Roasting something? A grin spread across the assassin's jaws as he stopped a the opposite end of the fire where the other two were standing. "I have the perfect thing." Killua said as he raised one of his unsheathed paws and conjured up a pack of marshmallows. He was perfectly fine with eating any sort of human food, although he wasn't sure if the rest of the animals that lived in Elysium knew what marshmallows were. Slicing open the bag easily with his claws, he grabbed a marshmallow and a nearby stick. He impaled the marshmallow on the stick and began to hold it over the fire for a couple of seconds, keeping it just above the flames so that the sweet treat began to turn golden. After about a minute, he took the marshmallow from the fire and ate it from the stick, a satisfying hum escaping his jaws. He quickly picked another one out of the bag and impaled another marshmallow, before tossing the bag over toward Straw and Lilja. "But Straw, it seems like you're doing most of the work around here doesn't it?" Killua brought up offhandedly after he finished swallowing the roast marshmallow. He wore a neutral expression as he looked at the skull wearing red panda.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons