05-19-2018, 01:12 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had never been one for coming up with events. Hence why he had the rank of Snowstriker instead of Arcticplayer that London had. She was more of the one that was going to deal with events while he dealt with the action portion of Snowbound. Which in regard to that wasn't that much of a deal because no one really asked him to do anything either. The albino serval was basically free to do whatever the hell he wanted without the worry of others trying to get in his way. There were only a couple creatures in the clan that could probably put up a decent fight when it did come down to it. The assassin wasn't about to start training them either, because he doubted that others would be interested in the way that he was trained and that was the only way he knew how to teach someone how to fight. So either way it would be a standstill before anything could actually end up getting done. It was going to take a while, and he wasn't exactly prepared to have that responsibility of keeping others alive based on the skills that they had by default. He worked better alone after all, and didn't want to have to think of the other different factors that could come into a battle that he would have to worry about. Killua knew that if he wanted to he could investigate everyone that was indeed in the clan, and see what they were capable of, but right now he needed to worry about his own strengths more than those that lived in Snowbound. He needed to get stronger and fast before his family could actually end up making a move while he wasn't looking. The albino serval turned his head to look over his shoulder as he looked toward a familiar creature that was coming toward them. Over time, the serval had listened to the many different pawsteps that others had, and he made sure to memorize them. He knew exactly who was walking toward him before he could catch their scent or even listen to them speak. It was a nice tool to have at his disposal for the meantime. The other was here now though, and that meant that she would listen to what the hybrid had to offer when it came in terms to events. He flicked one of his large white ears hearing the cougars comment, a scowl spreading across his facial features as he puffed out his cheeks. "Urusei-na" Killua said in a grumpy tone toward the cougar, having figured that the other was basically just messing with him up to this point. It also did make his pelt heat up a little bit, but as Atbash began to speak, the Snowstriker immediately began to know what she was talking about. Lighting lanterns and setting them into the sky could be considered something that he had experienced when he was a child. No, his family didn't end up making the lanterns, but with the culture that surrounded the mountain, he could occasionally see them in the sky. He had never lit one himself, and the thought actually sounded interesting to him. "You mean these?" Killua commented calmly as he raised one of his stark white paws, conjuring up a decently sized paper lantern. It looked like that of a rectangle, with a small piece of metal at the bottom that would handle the candle for them to light. He looked over the lantern himself for a couple minutes before looking back at Atbash. He at least thought this was what she was talking about. Killua didn't mind the idea of this at all, since it would be interesting to see them float and dot the sky once they did do them. Killua shrugged his shoulders at the savannah's last words. "I don't see why not. Would be cool to see how they end up floating at this altitude." Killua would say to the member, his sapphire blue eyes flickering to look at Jacob when the other arrived to hear what the other had to say.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO