05-21-2018, 11:34 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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It felt just like yesterday that they had a meeting. He guessed that's what it was like to have weekly meetings that were basically on time all of the time. The previous clan that he had been in hadn't exactly been all that attentive. At least to what he had when it came to expectations in that regard. The ivory-hued wildcat just wanted to keep updated when it came to the different groups, even if that meant that he would have to go out by himself and get something done. He had always been in the independent type and hadn't been the one to go out and try to help others either. He was probably a little bit too selfish when it came to the likes of what a clanner should end up being all things considered. The wildcat didn't exactly like working with others because if he didn't know about them it could end in disaster if he wasn't careful. They could ruin everything, but it wasn't like he had much to worry about either since basically all of the clans were peaceful up to this point. At least what he considered to be peaceful when looking through the eyes of Jacob. Killua still didn't like the Typhoon and until they went out of their way to get something done, Killua wasn't about to treat them like they were family. Hell, he didn't even treat those that lived in the clan like family because he didn't even know what that meant. There were only two creatures that he trusted in the clan, and that was Stark and London. Melantha was up there, but he hadn't interacted with the female nearly as much as the other two so that affected the way he thought about her. Not in any sort of bad way of course. The young male blinked his sapphire blue eyes when he heard the call for the meeting and began to move himself int he direction. Luckily he was close to camp since he didn't exactly spend his entire time in the camp either. He flicked one of his large white ears as his gaze scanned over the crowd, recognizing everyone that was in said crowd. Hearing his name being called and giving a warning, the assassin couldn't help but let out a huff. He knew what his job description meant, and that didn't mean he had to worry about thinking up events or being nice toward others. He was here as a fighter and nothing else. "My job is to fight, and I'm pretty sure there isn't exactly anything to fight around here. I've basically been doing my job, because I doubt anyone in a place like this wants to learn how to fight and would like to remain peaceful." The young male spoke in a matter of factly tone when he looked up toward Jacob. Did he care? Not really. He wasn't here to work. He was here to live. Life came easy to those that were strong after all. There were, of course, exceptions to what he said, but the majority of those that lived in Snowbound had no intention of learning how to fight. At least they didn't come toward him which was basically his job to do. Would he even be a good teacher? Probably not. Where was London though? He looked around for the Arcticplayer he noticed that she wasn't there, which earned a frown to spread across the assassin's lips as he made his way off to the side. Sitting himself down, he adjusted his bloody bandages. Besides, he could always play the pity card and say that him traveling to other clans to get to know them wouldn't be safe for him. A sigh escaped his jaws until he heard Stark's name being called for the duckling pendant, and he couldn't help but snort as he looked around for the old tiger. A smirk now spread across his facial features. "Hey congrats old man, you're now a duckling." Killua teased the other, as it was obviously meant as an insult of sorts even though it didn't hold any malice in his voice.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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