05-11-2019, 07:42 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua was highly observant with every interaction he had with other animals. It was basically burned into his brain by his family to constantly remain alert and notice every small hint and motion that others did. This usually gave him an edge in battle when he was about to watch someone attack him and the tensing of muscles would allow him to get an idea of how much time it would take for him to dodge their attack. He calculated almost all of the movements that he made, and watching others could probably be considered creepy. Not that anyone else really had to know. The wildcat kept all the things that he figured out to himself and never bother to tell anyone as it would probably give them a strange vibe if he did. Something was going on with Stark, and Killua wasn't exactly sure what it was. What had happened the last time he had seen the canine? There was something going through his father figure's head that was causing some form of distress. When he had wrapped the other in a hug when he first reunited with him, he noticed how thin Stark's body was. The guy had either had extreme difficulty trying to find any sort of food or that h had just decided not to eat. Killua had starved himself more times than he could count, and it had always been those that cared about him that would shove food in his face no questions asked. Especially Amorette, the female took no for an answer, and he had learned to just accept his sister's help. The assassin knew that with Stark the guy was going to need a kickstart, and they would probably talk about where they had been the past couple of months. Killua had actually grown a bit since the last time he had seen Stark, and he was at the cusp of being considered an adult by clan age wise. Killua had always felt like an adult though, forced to grow up far faster than he would have liked. Just like when he was in Snowbound, Killua was never really in camp all that much except for a few instances. But this time, he had actually been hunting. If he wanted food, Killua usually conjured it up out of thin air and go from there and using his conjuration didn't give him any form of exhaustion.
He knew that he wasn't capable of catching large prey, but maybe it would make do as a snow hare dangled from his jaws. Catching prey was extremely easy for the assassin, even without the use of his powers to help him. There was almost no visible blood across the hare's pelt thanks to the quick execution that Killua had done. His movements were silent as he made his way deeper into the camp of Elysium, before hearing a familiar voice. His extraordinary hearing was able to catch the sound of a familiar voice not too far away from where he was. Ah, just the guy he was looking for. As he approached, he heard another familiar voice, Honey. He wondered how Stark would react to the child that had just bounded up to him. The large hare that was in his jaws was steadily growing cold thanks to the colder climate of Elysium's territory. As he approached the side of the group silent, he threw the rabbit at the base of Stark's paws. A neutral look was spread across Killua's facial features as he spoke to Stark. "Here. You need every bit of food you can get. If you can stomach it right now at least." Killua stated with a shrug of his shoulders. If Stark didn't want to eat a rabbit, then he would find him a different food source. Even if the aspect of eating didn't sound good, it would help his body recover further. Considering the two former Snowbounders knew each other already, there was no need for introductions. However, Killua did have a question as his gaze looked down at the canine's collar and what was attached to it. Or was it attached to Stark's flesh? He wasn't exactly sure, but whatever it was, it was new. "Where did you get that?" Killua questioned as he raised one of his metal-clawed paws and pointed a digit at the reactor on his chest. Due to his affinity for electricity, Killua could basically feel the hum of energy coming from whatever it was. Once he asked his question, the assassin remained standing, his ears always on a constant swivel as he knew that there was bound to be more animals coming to meet the canine.
He knew that he wasn't capable of catching large prey, but maybe it would make do as a snow hare dangled from his jaws. Catching prey was extremely easy for the assassin, even without the use of his powers to help him. There was almost no visible blood across the hare's pelt thanks to the quick execution that Killua had done. His movements were silent as he made his way deeper into the camp of Elysium, before hearing a familiar voice. His extraordinary hearing was able to catch the sound of a familiar voice not too far away from where he was. Ah, just the guy he was looking for. As he approached, he heard another familiar voice, Honey. He wondered how Stark would react to the child that had just bounded up to him. The large hare that was in his jaws was steadily growing cold thanks to the colder climate of Elysium's territory. As he approached the side of the group silent, he threw the rabbit at the base of Stark's paws. A neutral look was spread across Killua's facial features as he spoke to Stark. "Here. You need every bit of food you can get. If you can stomach it right now at least." Killua stated with a shrug of his shoulders. If Stark didn't want to eat a rabbit, then he would find him a different food source. Even if the aspect of eating didn't sound good, it would help his body recover further. Considering the two former Snowbounders knew each other already, there was no need for introductions. However, Killua did have a question as his gaze looked down at the canine's collar and what was attached to it. Or was it attached to Stark's flesh? He wasn't exactly sure, but whatever it was, it was new. "Where did you get that?" Killua questioned as he raised one of his metal-clawed paws and pointed a digit at the reactor on his chest. Due to his affinity for electricity, Killua could basically feel the hum of energy coming from whatever it was. Once he asked his question, the assassin remained standing, his ears always on a constant swivel as he knew that there was bound to be more animals coming to meet the canine.
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