05-22-2018, 12:59 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had never really been a fan when it came to warm places. He wasn't exactly sure why, especially when he had been born in a territory that was primarily trees and nothing else. The young male had grown used to the cold after being stationed in so many different areas that his targets were in at the time. The albino serval didn't have to worry about getting cold either thanks to one of the powers that he did have. The one that could control the temperature of the air around him with ease, the power that he was actually born with and had complete control of when he grew up and before he became an apprentice. Killua had a life where he had no choice but to get better and then ultimately use the skills that he had attained to take the lives of others. Not exactly something that was easy for him to do later on, but being born into a place like that certainly made it easier for him at least. The albino serval blinked his sapphire blue eyes when he heard voices in the distance. It wasn't exactly hard to hear him coming, but it wasn't him that someone would hear, and instead, it would be the massive 11ft long fur covered Hellhound that was walking behind him every step of the way. It pissed him off that he was stuck with the family's guard dog right now, but he didn't really have that much of a choice. He could kill the creature, but then it would show his family that there was something up and they would probably come to him themselves. He had no choice but to deal with Mike, although he was making some progress considering that the other wasn't on top of him constantly, and instead just slightly behind him. Killua's own movements were incredibly silent thanks to his air elementals and he had no scent attached to his body despite the slightly bloodied bandages that were wrapped around his throat and his right arm. He recognized everyone except the one that was holding the meet and greet. The Snowstriker's ears were pointed toward the Sand cat, a species that he remembered being on the border but he was fairly certain that he had never heard their name up until now. Tena. Interesting. The albino serval sat himself a little bit off to the side of the rest of the group, a pounding headache raging across his forehead, something that had happened recently and something that he couldn't get away from him. "Even if you aren't used to snow, doesn't seem like you hate it all that much." The Snowstriker would state calmly noting the other's body language. He obviously could tell that there was something bothering her, but he wasn't going to pry like he didn't want other's to pry. A neutral expression was spread across his facial features as he opened his jaws, a lollipop seeming to come out of thin air as it landed in his mouth. He swirled the candy around, sticking it between his cheek and his teeth before he spoke again. "Name's Killua." The serval would say with a slight Japanese accent toward the sand cat. However, the assassin didn't even seem to bother to try and introduce the beast that was hovering behind him.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO