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

Children left on borders of clans or tribes were common. More common than Killua would have liked. He knew that it may be better in certain instances, but most animals wanted to know where they came from and who their parents were. This lead to questions and this often lead to disappointment or depression if the animal was not able to find answers to their questions. Killua lost count of how many times he had found children on the border, and the more distaste he had for adults in who would do something like that. If they really wanted to take care of their child they would have simply joined in the clan if they weren't capable of providing for both themselves and their child. It made absolutely no sense why someone would want to abandon their child in such a way. Most of the time Killua couldn't help but slightly care for those that were just left on the border, either to die or to become abandoned. He never wanted to go through a harsh childhood because no one in his mind really deserved such treatment. Especially since he believed, or learned, that life was precious and should be cherished. One of the many important lessons that Circusclown had taught him right before he died, and lessons that Killua would constantly carry with him. This would also mean that Killua would not tolerate bullying or abuse toward another child as long as he was around. He remembered the instance of the second group that he was stationed in to kill the leader of the clan when he came across some older clanners bullying someone that was younger than them. Resorting to violence rather than talking, Killua at the time sped into them, knocking them several feet away from the victim and into a nearby building. The collision was hard enough to almost crack the outside of the building and knock out the one that was bullying the child. If Killua was any different, he probably would have just killed them, but trying to maintain cover he couldn't do such a thing. The wildcat made sure that the kid was okay, but other than that didn't waste any other time and was on his way soon enough. He also wouldn't stand around to let someone get attacked, even if he didn't know why they were getting attacked. He could easily break up a fight and ask later on. The assassin had been trained to kill, but now he was trying to create a better life for himself and not kill those that were simply an inconvenience or an annoyance. It was a lot harder, but he already knew that the journey that he was on was far from easy.

One instance of this was when London was attacked by a Typhooner named Guru. The caracal almost fatally wounded the albino clouded leopard simply because London suffered from hemophilia and some scratches could potentially end her life. Killua didn't waste any time in attack Guru as she attempted to get away from Snowbound. The male ended up slicing through tendons in the caracal's legs and easily outpaced the slower feline. At that point, he gave her several puncture wounds and knocked her out by slamming her head against a nearby tree with his strength. He really wished that he could have killed her because he knew by her personality that she wouldn't really care about what he had done and continue to try and kill children. Both him and London were younger than. The albino serval then dragged the unconscious body to the Typhoon and demanded punishment be held, but that didn't come till months later, to Killua's anger. This was where his lack of the Typhoon stemmed from, and he knows now that he would kill Guru on sight if he ever saw her again for London's protection. Either way, the former Snowbound deputy still wished that his former home still existed. Instead, when he went looking for it all he found were ashes left behind. It wasn't until he asked someone in Elysium that Snowbound had been destroyed long ago, but he sadly didn't know who did it. Once he did, he would make sure that they would pay for what they did to his former home. Killua was an assassin, yes, but his killing days were supposed to be over and he wouldn't dare touch a child either. Hundreds of scars remained hidden underneath the thick white fur that covered his body. Either way, the former Snowbound deputy constantly patrolled the surrounding areas as a means to protect the residents and keep himself busy. After all, there wasn't all that much that was going on in Elysium, and it was quite peaceful. A time that Killua wasn't exactly used to himself. His movements were completely silent thanks to his air elementals, and his scent hidden by the same power. Koru was around his neck as he walked, the albino black mamba coiled tightly around his neck and trying to seep as much warmth from the serval as much as possible.

But, due to the summer heat, the reptile didn't have to try all that hard to do so. Killua was in the section of Elysium that didn't have any trees, and instead, it was mostly rock and patches of grass here and there. His sapphire blue eyes were constantly on the lookout for any movement near him or near Elysium. His enhanced senses allowing him to hear any distant voices or pawsteps. While he was walking around with his metal claws unsheathed, he heard the sound of familiar voices in the distance and he could hear the concern in London's voice. This couldn't be good. The albino serval used his air elementals to speed his journey toward the voices and skidded to a stop around 10ft away from where Straw and London were. His sapphire blue eyes immediately made sure to see and make sure that both of them were uninjured in any way, before looking at the animal they have hovered over. It looked like a black lion. His attention drew to the scar across the cubs back, causing a scowl to spread across the assassin's face. Killua trotted over toward the side of the group, noticing the water that London had sprayed over the cub's body. The black fur of the lion was certainly unique, but it would be the death of the kid. Raising one of his paws, Killua conjured up an umbrella, immediately opening it up with his claws and sticking it into the ground. It was only large enough to give the cub some shade and not the rest of the Elysiumites, but they were in good condition where the cub wasn't. Carefully walking over toward the cub, Killua would aim to carefully place the pad of his front paw against the neck of the lion cub, making sure the tip of his metal claws didn't knick the cub. He wanted to check the other's pulse, and if successful he would feel the pulsing of the other's artery underneath his paw. This would allow Killua to relax a little bit as it would mean the kid wasn't dead at least. From his observation, the cub didn't look starving, and it was entirely possible that the kid was just suffering from heat stroke or exhaustion. However, they needed the kid to wake up so that he could be questioned, as the shade might not be enough. Conjuring up some peppermint extract, he would uncap the bottle and aim to waft it in front of the cub's nose as an attempt to wake up the lion with the strong smell. During this entire time, he did not speak a word to either of them.

elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons