04-07-2018, 03:04 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(SORRY FOR ANOTHER LATE REPLY HECK)
Survival took many factors into consideration. Strength. And smarts. Without either of those, any animal has the potential to die from their own mistakes. Killua had been taught fairly early in life that there were consequences to each action that he ended up doing, and if he wasn't careful he could die the next day. Killua saw this in the way that he interacted with the clans as they seemed to lack the regular instincts of survival. They simply laid around and weren't concerned about their own well being unless they were being physically attacked. They never prepared for the worst, and they definitely didn't come up with any plans to what could happen if they were attacked in the end. It made no sense to Killua because it went against every logical sense. If any of the clanners ended up leaving the group and living as a rogue, they would probably die in a matter of days thinking that every predator like themselves had the potential to be their friend when they couldn't be more wrong about something like that. It was that that ended up getting killed. Clans didn't know how to deal with competition with other animals such as their own, as they always seemed to have food to last them no matter what kind of season it was. Especially since most creatures had the power to simply conjure up food like he did, there was no way he could go starving unless he couldn't use his conjuration either way. But he had a backup plan considering that serval's were the most successful hunters out of the wildcats that existed in this world, he knew that he would be able to hunt and provide for himself. This was probably why most clans ended up disappearing or simply dying off because there could be nothing done to keep themselves alive. They relied too much on their numbers when it came to their own well being, which again was something that was their downfall. The assassin knew what it was like to work and live alone for a good majority of the time, and sometimes solitude could be a great learning tool. Mountain lions were also in the same boat, especially if they weren't born in the likes of the clans. They were solitary animals and basically expert hunters given enough time to hunt their prey. Killua knew this from the research that he had done on a number of different species. Killua also knew the limits to what a mountain lion and what a serval could do. The other may have a little bit more stamina than him when it came into regard to a fight, but he had more speed and could end the fight more quickly if it came down to it. Usually, when others looked at him in general though, they wouldn't trust him immediately. Just because he had metal claws instead of regular ones on his front paws that they immediately had to think that he was a bad guy. Sure they weren't wrong, but their judgemental looks constantly pissed Killua off. He was a hypocrite in that matter because he constantly was on the lookout for those that were hiding their true intentions.
Either way being able to find someone that could deal with his teasing and the almost constant sarcastic tone was a new breath of fresh air that he wasn't expecting to find in the likes of a clan. Everyone here had sticks up their ass when it came to tossing lighthearted insults at one another. Killua still had the smirk that was spread across his facial features as he listened to her talk, the sarcastic words being thrown back and forth. He loved this. This was fun for Killua to do, and he hadn't been able to do it in months as others took him far too seriously. "Obviously. As you seem to be having an easy time in a place like this." Killua teased as he said the word sarcastically. When the other brought up she had never heard candy, Killua made an overdramatic gasp, and raised one of his paws to touch his chest as if someone had stabbed himself in the heart. It wasn't uncommon for others to not know about candy, obviously, since they were animals and candy was basically human products. He believed that the other probably came from the mountains instead of living near a city like some of the current Snowbound members were from. "The horror. Well, you're definitely missing out." Killua stated with a low chuckle from his jaws. He had to admit that talking to her was interesting, but he was trying not to show how much fun he was having with her right now. So she did want to join, that was fine with Killua. It wouldn't be like he would be one to stop her anyway. Most came to the clans for some sort of refuge, and then for whatever reason would dedicate their lives to the group that took them in. Something that Killua probably would never be able to really understand. When the other addressed him as candy, Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes. He guessed he deserved that since he didn't state his name. There were obvious reasons why he didn't though, as even though most of those in the clans were pretty dumb, some could figure out what his name actually meant in English despite it being in Japanese. "Well kitty, Snowbound is a group that will pretty much let anyone walk in and join, so you can basically do whatever you want now." Two could play at that game. A smug look was now on his face as he got up onto his paws, his metal claws flexing for a second before he let himself drop down from the branch that he was on and onto the ground below. Muscles rippled underneath his long white fur once he landed, and once he landed on the ground, one would notice that despite landing in snow, he didn't make any sort of sound. The albino serval would turn his back toward the mountain lion and would point with his paw in the direction that camp was at. He was debating if he should actually follow her there or just go do something else in the meantime. He would come up with his decision soon. "Camp's this way, kitty." Killua stated with a chuckle. Considering her condition, there could be a point where she could collapse on her way to camp. Could he even lift something that was larger than him? Maybe with his elementals but he wasn't about to show her his powers that easily. "Oh, name's Killua." The young assassin would say with a shrug of his shoulders. Although his sapphire blue eyes would remain trained on the wildcat for any sort of reaction to his name toward him. His attention soon watched as Mike started to make his way over. The domestic cat didn't seem to be paying attention where he was going, but Killua didn't warn the other that he was about to run over into someone. At least the other apologized when he ran into it, although he doubted it would even nudge the mountain lion who was already larger than he was. At the mention of candy, he swirled the lollipop in his mouth before finally sighing. Conjuring up a wrapper covered lollipop, he tossed it over to Mike. He didn't want to be a complete ass toward the three-legged tom, but that would probably be the last time he got candy from him.
Survival took many factors into consideration. Strength. And smarts. Without either of those, any animal has the potential to die from their own mistakes. Killua had been taught fairly early in life that there were consequences to each action that he ended up doing, and if he wasn't careful he could die the next day. Killua saw this in the way that he interacted with the clans as they seemed to lack the regular instincts of survival. They simply laid around and weren't concerned about their own well being unless they were being physically attacked. They never prepared for the worst, and they definitely didn't come up with any plans to what could happen if they were attacked in the end. It made no sense to Killua because it went against every logical sense. If any of the clanners ended up leaving the group and living as a rogue, they would probably die in a matter of days thinking that every predator like themselves had the potential to be their friend when they couldn't be more wrong about something like that. It was that that ended up getting killed. Clans didn't know how to deal with competition with other animals such as their own, as they always seemed to have food to last them no matter what kind of season it was. Especially since most creatures had the power to simply conjure up food like he did, there was no way he could go starving unless he couldn't use his conjuration either way. But he had a backup plan considering that serval's were the most successful hunters out of the wildcats that existed in this world, he knew that he would be able to hunt and provide for himself. This was probably why most clans ended up disappearing or simply dying off because there could be nothing done to keep themselves alive. They relied too much on their numbers when it came to their own well being, which again was something that was their downfall. The assassin knew what it was like to work and live alone for a good majority of the time, and sometimes solitude could be a great learning tool. Mountain lions were also in the same boat, especially if they weren't born in the likes of the clans. They were solitary animals and basically expert hunters given enough time to hunt their prey. Killua knew this from the research that he had done on a number of different species. Killua also knew the limits to what a mountain lion and what a serval could do. The other may have a little bit more stamina than him when it came into regard to a fight, but he had more speed and could end the fight more quickly if it came down to it. Usually, when others looked at him in general though, they wouldn't trust him immediately. Just because he had metal claws instead of regular ones on his front paws that they immediately had to think that he was a bad guy. Sure they weren't wrong, but their judgemental looks constantly pissed Killua off. He was a hypocrite in that matter because he constantly was on the lookout for those that were hiding their true intentions.
Either way being able to find someone that could deal with his teasing and the almost constant sarcastic tone was a new breath of fresh air that he wasn't expecting to find in the likes of a clan. Everyone here had sticks up their ass when it came to tossing lighthearted insults at one another. Killua still had the smirk that was spread across his facial features as he listened to her talk, the sarcastic words being thrown back and forth. He loved this. This was fun for Killua to do, and he hadn't been able to do it in months as others took him far too seriously. "Obviously. As you seem to be having an easy time in a place like this." Killua teased as he said the word sarcastically. When the other brought up she had never heard candy, Killua made an overdramatic gasp, and raised one of his paws to touch his chest as if someone had stabbed himself in the heart. It wasn't uncommon for others to not know about candy, obviously, since they were animals and candy was basically human products. He believed that the other probably came from the mountains instead of living near a city like some of the current Snowbound members were from. "The horror. Well, you're definitely missing out." Killua stated with a low chuckle from his jaws. He had to admit that talking to her was interesting, but he was trying not to show how much fun he was having with her right now. So she did want to join, that was fine with Killua. It wouldn't be like he would be one to stop her anyway. Most came to the clans for some sort of refuge, and then for whatever reason would dedicate their lives to the group that took them in. Something that Killua probably would never be able to really understand. When the other addressed him as candy, Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes. He guessed he deserved that since he didn't state his name. There were obvious reasons why he didn't though, as even though most of those in the clans were pretty dumb, some could figure out what his name actually meant in English despite it being in Japanese. "Well kitty, Snowbound is a group that will pretty much let anyone walk in and join, so you can basically do whatever you want now." Two could play at that game. A smug look was now on his face as he got up onto his paws, his metal claws flexing for a second before he let himself drop down from the branch that he was on and onto the ground below. Muscles rippled underneath his long white fur once he landed, and once he landed on the ground, one would notice that despite landing in snow, he didn't make any sort of sound. The albino serval would turn his back toward the mountain lion and would point with his paw in the direction that camp was at. He was debating if he should actually follow her there or just go do something else in the meantime. He would come up with his decision soon. "Camp's this way, kitty." Killua stated with a chuckle. Considering her condition, there could be a point where she could collapse on her way to camp. Could he even lift something that was larger than him? Maybe with his elementals but he wasn't about to show her his powers that easily. "Oh, name's Killua." The young assassin would say with a shrug of his shoulders. Although his sapphire blue eyes would remain trained on the wildcat for any sort of reaction to his name toward him. His attention soon watched as Mike started to make his way over. The domestic cat didn't seem to be paying attention where he was going, but Killua didn't warn the other that he was about to run over into someone. At least the other apologized when he ran into it, although he doubted it would even nudge the mountain lion who was already larger than he was. At the mention of candy, he swirled the lollipop in his mouth before finally sighing. Conjuring up a wrapper covered lollipop, he tossed it over to Mike. He didn't want to be a complete ass toward the three-legged tom, but that would probably be the last time he got candy from him.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO