05-17-2018, 10:58 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had a distinct dislike for the Typhoon except for one animal that lived there by the name of Argus. He at least thought that she was okay, but Killua didn't like the rest because they reminded him too much of the mentality of those that would kill without a second though. It reminded him of what he didn't want to end up turning out to be in his life, as he had dropped the assassin title from the rest of his family and wasn't about to start taking on any jobs anytime soon either. The ivory hued wildcat didn't like the Typhoon because they didn't pay for the crimes that they had comitted against Snowbound, and they were left off far to easy to his liking. Except, Killua was more of the violent sort that did live in Snowbound, meaning that he would rather resort to that rather than talking like one would think. Although his train of thought is slowly being changed over time, something he isn't sure he should be afraid about or just be fine with it. The young male didn't like the Typhoon, and until they made up for the terrible things that they had done he wasn't going to trust any of them no matter who othey are. After all, they could train someone at a young age like he had gone through and basically make a soldier like he had been at the age of three. Snowbound had been too quick to accept the idea of an alliance, instead of accepting the idea of an alliance with a group that was ultimately similar to them. Killua didn't approve, but it wasn't like anything he could do about it. If Jacob got betrayed by the Typhoon that was on him and he would simply tell him that he told him so. He knew that with their different views they would ultimately break apart from one another, something that he had seen plenty of times before as it would cause conflict with other clans as well. If any Typhoon member tried to do anything while he was in Snowbound, he would make sure that they wouldn't be capable of walking back to their home. Killing them? Less likely as he was trying to go on a clean streak for a while. He wasn't in a good mood. The ivory hued serval definitely wasn't in a good mood. He had a scowl that was spread across his facial features as he was walking around in the snow. His air elementals making git impossible to catch his scent and making it almost impossible to hear the movements that he made as his air elementals made sure to cushion and muffle any sound that he made. He had an irritated look on his face, and there was one reason for why he was a little bit upset. Someone wouldn't leave him alone no matter how much he would tell the other to stop following him. The creature wasn't capable of speech, and that meant he shouldn't expect to get an answer from them either. He wanted to tear his own fur out of his head. His metal claws flexing into the ground as the bandages around his neck and his right arm shifting slightly.
The Snowstriker just wanted to be left alone and because of his family he wasn't getting any sort of reprieve. The albino serval's ears did pick up a voice that he did not recognize. The stench of Typhoon immediately made his mood even worse. It wasn't a scent that he recognized from the Typhoon so it wasn't Argus either. The assassin wanted nothing to do with the group, but it seemed like he was the only one capable of responding right about now. His sapphire blue eyes didn't express any happy emotion as he approached in the direction that Sekai was looking through. He was immediately able to see that she was a lion, and a lion had just joined the clan, a lion named Val. He had seen the other and wondered if they were related form one another. There were only two other lions in the clan, and they looked nothing like each other. Killua wasn't the only one walking toward her, as behind him an 11ft tall Hellhound towered over the albino serval. Having shaggy fur and a muzzle like that of a fox. The massive claws it adorned was definitely intimidating, and it was a family guard dog that was following him around. The massive beast following him was the reason that Killua was such in a bad mood. The beast not capable of speech and its dark eyes resembling that of almost a machine that wasn't capable of feeling. The Hellhound was large enough that steps it took knocked snow from the nearby trees and would shake the ground slightly. Why couldn't the thing just leave him alone? His family was certainly a nuisance. The Snowstriker came to a stop in front of the young lion, who was still bigger than him, the Hellhound coming to a stop directly behind him. Dual alliance? Great. The last thing he wanted. He didn't need Typhoon knowing everything about Snowbound. He clenched his jaw as he knew he would probably be capable of accepting this, but he didn't really want to. Then the other was requesting Val. So they did know each other. The other was only a little bit older than him, and because of that, the assassin was going to try his best not to be rude to her, especially since she was obviously nervous about being here. Why was she in the Typhoon then? It didn't seem like she belongs in a place like that, well, the same could be said about himself as well. "You'll have to wait for Jacob to probably get here. I doubt he even knows what they are." Killua says casually as he shrugs his shoulders, his metal claws still unsheathed as he forgot to sheathe them after his bad mood. Killua didn't sound like he was being rude, there were some in this place that didn't know what a dual alliance was but he did. "Considering how he drools over the place you'll probably be accepted but still." Killua would state with a huff, his mentality of what he thought of the Typhoon probably exposed. The other was here for her brother though, and he wasn't going to deny her access to that. Despite he would never go looking for his own brothers. Ever. "Val actually just joined. He should be around here somewhere." Killua stated calmly this time, as a neutral look was spread across his facial features. He didn't seem at all concerned by the hovering beast behind him.
[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]
The Snowstriker just wanted to be left alone and because of his family he wasn't getting any sort of reprieve. The albino serval's ears did pick up a voice that he did not recognize. The stench of Typhoon immediately made his mood even worse. It wasn't a scent that he recognized from the Typhoon so it wasn't Argus either. The assassin wanted nothing to do with the group, but it seemed like he was the only one capable of responding right about now. His sapphire blue eyes didn't express any happy emotion as he approached in the direction that Sekai was looking through. He was immediately able to see that she was a lion, and a lion had just joined the clan, a lion named Val. He had seen the other and wondered if they were related form one another. There were only two other lions in the clan, and they looked nothing like each other. Killua wasn't the only one walking toward her, as behind him an 11ft tall Hellhound towered over the albino serval. Having shaggy fur and a muzzle like that of a fox. The massive claws it adorned was definitely intimidating, and it was a family guard dog that was following him around. The massive beast following him was the reason that Killua was such in a bad mood. The beast not capable of speech and its dark eyes resembling that of almost a machine that wasn't capable of feeling. The Hellhound was large enough that steps it took knocked snow from the nearby trees and would shake the ground slightly. Why couldn't the thing just leave him alone? His family was certainly a nuisance. The Snowstriker came to a stop in front of the young lion, who was still bigger than him, the Hellhound coming to a stop directly behind him. Dual alliance? Great. The last thing he wanted. He didn't need Typhoon knowing everything about Snowbound. He clenched his jaw as he knew he would probably be capable of accepting this, but he didn't really want to. Then the other was requesting Val. So they did know each other. The other was only a little bit older than him, and because of that, the assassin was going to try his best not to be rude to her, especially since she was obviously nervous about being here. Why was she in the Typhoon then? It didn't seem like she belongs in a place like that, well, the same could be said about himself as well. "You'll have to wait for Jacob to probably get here. I doubt he even knows what they are." Killua says casually as he shrugs his shoulders, his metal claws still unsheathed as he forgot to sheathe them after his bad mood. Killua didn't sound like he was being rude, there were some in this place that didn't know what a dual alliance was but he did. "Considering how he drools over the place you'll probably be accepted but still." Killua would state with a huff, his mentality of what he thought of the Typhoon probably exposed. The other was here for her brother though, and he wasn't going to deny her access to that. Despite he would never go looking for his own brothers. Ever. "Val actually just joined. He should be around here somewhere." Killua stated calmly this time, as a neutral look was spread across his facial features. He didn't seem at all concerned by the hovering beast behind him.
[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO