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

Capture the flag. He never heard those words put together, but the name was probably self-explanatory. His large ears perked as he had a small mouse in his mouth. He rarely seemed to eat anything that was remotely protein, as his diet primarily consisted of candy for the most part. Despite being an assassin and trained to kill, he was still a child and became curious about things that he did not know. Maybe other clanners knew what it was lik to play this game, but he never had the chance. Before making his way over, he threw the mouse he had into the air and caught in it his mouth and chewed the rodent as he made his way over. His albino black mamba companion was not around his neck as he approached the area, quickly looking a the lines that were there. The trees hid some edges of the field lines that were designated, but he was able to get a vague idea of what the area looked like and how large it was. He was slightly elevated on a nearby hill, giving him a bird's eye view of what he would be expecting. The albino serval noted the colors of the flags on each end, one was blue, and the other red. From the looks of it, he was also the first one to arrive for the event, or maybe he was just late. He finished chewing the mouse that was in his mouth, trying hard not to gag at the awful taste that it left.

He raised one of his stark white paws and tried to wipe the taste from his tongue onto his paw. When that didn't work, he simply gave up and conjured up a lollipop, and hummed as the bad aftertaste started to go away. Killua already identified the voice that called for the gathering for the event, and from the looks of it, it was going to take some physical work to actually get the flags. This was going to be fun if the rest of Elysium was going to be a challenge. Maybe he could get Stark to join. Or maybe the old's mans joints were too bad for too much exercise. The thought left a small smirk spread across his facial features as he walked down the small hill, his air elementals making his movements silent as he moved. As he approached, he looked down slightly at Straw as he went through some of the rules. Interesting. The albino serval would sit himself down in the ground and would move the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the next. "Guessing powers aren't allowed?" He would hardly think it was fair as he had yet to see anyone with powers in Elysium, and he had plenty of them. Even without powers, he was fairly certain he was going to be the fastest of any of the other contenders based on species alone. A small grin was plastered on his facial expression when he spoke, making it seem like he already knew the answer to his question.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons