05-09-2019, 11:27 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Weekly tasks were common. He had done them in the first clan that he had lived in. He didn't really find them all that interesting, but at least it gave him something to do. With the specific weekly task that the assassin had been given, it also gave him the opportunity to get the lay of the land of the place that he was going to be sheltering in for the time being. He didn't know if this would be the next place that he would call home. He still believed that he was missing something from his time in Snowbound and that he should go and do something about it. The more and more he thought about the clan that he once lived in, the more and more depressed he got thinking about the friends that no longer existed or were hidden. It crushed him to the very core for someone that had never known the feeling of what it was like to have a friend that was willing to support you through everything. He had his sister, Amorette, who he wasn't sure was still around or not. The last time that he saw her, she was a robot. He deeply missed the one that he had considered to be his sister as she was one of the few that were actually able to keep him in line in case he did anything stupid. Which happened more often times than not. God, he needed to stop doing that. The albino serval was quick to shake his head from the thoughts that were plaguing his brain. He was older now. He had a little bit more experience with social interactions and that meant that having to start over might not be as bad as he would think. A heavy sigh escaped the young male's jaws as he sitting inside of the main camp, his sapphire blue eyes looking across the different buildings that were nestled in the mountain. He really did miss the snow. Which was probably strange coming from the likes of a serval that were used to warmer temperatures. He raised one of his paws and unsheathed his long metal claws, before attempting to sheathe them back. He knew that his metal claws were too long to become fully sheathed. It was fairly early in the morning, as Killua didn't really bother to attempt to sleep whatsoever. Not in a place that he was unsure about and faces tha he didn't trust. He didn't know most of their names, but that was his own fault as he hadn't asked them when he had the chance. Oh well, he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon. Getting back up onto his paws, the albino wildcat would stretch his long legs, stretching his toes and arching his back. Shaking some small bits of fresh snow off of his body, he looked around one last time before speaking. "Anyone up for a patrol?" Killua called out to no one in particular. He was all about getting into shape, and a patrol wouldn't exhaust him as one might think. He was ready to get moving in order to keep his mind busy and not thinking about Snowbound anymore.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO