05-13-2019, 08:32 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua also didn't remember the last time he had ever done a patrol. Had he ever done a patrol in Snowbound? Not really, well, he did but he was by himself and was never tasked to really do such a thing. Patrolling was one of the many things that he was great at due to the number of powers he was capable of using. His enhanced senses made it easier for him to hear anything that was near the borders and made his life a little bit easier. Although, one would think that he would not use his powers in order to make the experience last a little bit longer. He liked to efficient. There were plenty of interesting creatures that could pop up on the border, as he doubted that they would be hunting on the likes of this patrol. He hoped that nothing bad honestly really happened, and he might get to ask some more questions about Elysium as a whole as he still needed to dig for some information in that regard. Killua would shift his paws on the snow-covered ground that he was sitting on, as he wasn't used to being in camp for so long. Part of him just wanted to get going and be done with it, as he realized that he would be the one actually leading something. Killua had never really taken charge of situations unless it was during the middle of battle. He didn't want to be a leader after all and was more than content to just sit back and watch something unfold without him interfering. He had even refused the responsibility of leading Snowbound itself when Leigh had disappeared completely from the group. He had been a deputy at the time but wanted nothing to do with leading as he had his own life goals in mind and leading a clan wasn't one of them. Besides, he tried his best to keep a low profile in the clans so that he wouldn't attract the attention of his family for them to come after him again.
His older brother had already tried once and he was able to escape while being half mauled. Mike wasn't around anymore and he wondered if the massive security dog was around somewhere. He hoped not, because it would just mean that the large beast was going on some sort of killing spree if he had no one to give him orders. The ears on top of his head remained on a swivel until he heard movement that was coming toward him. Killua only turned his head to look toward the source of the sound, to see Straw. Oh? She was wanting to come? That was fine with him, as he was still curious about the red panda to a certain degree. Killua would give the red panda a small flick of his ear in recognition of the other's presence as she didn't speak so neither would he. Soon after, a familiar tiger made her presence known. She had said that she wanted to join the patrol, and it seemed like she was staying true to her word. Killua gave a small nod to the larger animal, before hearing familiar pawsteps that were heading in his direction. Stark. He looked over his shoulders at the canine, a neutral expression spread across his face as he looked at his father figure. He wanted to go on the patrol? Killua seemed to hesitate for a second as he looked Stark, his gaze traveling down the canine's body to his healing paws that were still wrapped in bandages. He should probably tell the male that he should just stay in camp so that he could rest and get better. But, he wasn't Stark's babysitter. Stark was an adult and could take care of himself. Moving into a standing position, he shook his fur and forced his muscles to relax a little bit.
"Alright, I think that's enough people. If anyone wants to join along the way they can." Killua didn't really care what anyone else did. He was half expecting to just go on his patrol alone and not have anyone else go with it. The albino serval would then start walking past Ariside and Straw toward the east side of the territory. He had no intention of going anywhere near the ocean right now, so he was heading toward the more forested area of the territory. His movements made no sound thanks to his air elementals, and he would occasionally check to make sure that everyone was following him. The weather itself was actually quite nice, as there was a heavy overcast of clouds that made it seem like it was a lot later in the day than it actually was. He doubted it would rain or snow based on the temperature, but the weather could change in a moments notice. As long as it wasn't raining he didn't care. While he was walking, Killua looked over his shoulders as Straw. "Ne Straw, where did you get that skull mask from?" Killua knew that it was a real skull just by the texture and shape that it held. It wasn't fake, and he doubted that the red panda had killed something that large and carved the flesh from their kill to wear it on their face. Sure, there were probably creatures like that out there, but he doubted that those types lived in Elysium. He couldn't really talk though because he was an assassin in a peaceful clan. Killua was now starting to see his shortcoming with leading a patrol. He sucked at small talk, and he could already starting to feel awkward with the silence that was expanding across the group. Well, great. Killua made sure that no one could see his anxiety through his body language and remained calm and neutral as they walked toward the forest.
His older brother had already tried once and he was able to escape while being half mauled. Mike wasn't around anymore and he wondered if the massive security dog was around somewhere. He hoped not, because it would just mean that the large beast was going on some sort of killing spree if he had no one to give him orders. The ears on top of his head remained on a swivel until he heard movement that was coming toward him. Killua only turned his head to look toward the source of the sound, to see Straw. Oh? She was wanting to come? That was fine with him, as he was still curious about the red panda to a certain degree. Killua would give the red panda a small flick of his ear in recognition of the other's presence as she didn't speak so neither would he. Soon after, a familiar tiger made her presence known. She had said that she wanted to join the patrol, and it seemed like she was staying true to her word. Killua gave a small nod to the larger animal, before hearing familiar pawsteps that were heading in his direction. Stark. He looked over his shoulders at the canine, a neutral expression spread across his face as he looked at his father figure. He wanted to go on the patrol? Killua seemed to hesitate for a second as he looked Stark, his gaze traveling down the canine's body to his healing paws that were still wrapped in bandages. He should probably tell the male that he should just stay in camp so that he could rest and get better. But, he wasn't Stark's babysitter. Stark was an adult and could take care of himself. Moving into a standing position, he shook his fur and forced his muscles to relax a little bit.
"Alright, I think that's enough people. If anyone wants to join along the way they can." Killua didn't really care what anyone else did. He was half expecting to just go on his patrol alone and not have anyone else go with it. The albino serval would then start walking past Ariside and Straw toward the east side of the territory. He had no intention of going anywhere near the ocean right now, so he was heading toward the more forested area of the territory. His movements made no sound thanks to his air elementals, and he would occasionally check to make sure that everyone was following him. The weather itself was actually quite nice, as there was a heavy overcast of clouds that made it seem like it was a lot later in the day than it actually was. He doubted it would rain or snow based on the temperature, but the weather could change in a moments notice. As long as it wasn't raining he didn't care. While he was walking, Killua looked over his shoulders as Straw. "Ne Straw, where did you get that skull mask from?" Killua knew that it was a real skull just by the texture and shape that it held. It wasn't fake, and he doubted that the red panda had killed something that large and carved the flesh from their kill to wear it on their face. Sure, there were probably creatures like that out there, but he doubted that those types lived in Elysium. He couldn't really talk though because he was an assassin in a peaceful clan. Killua was now starting to see his shortcoming with leading a patrol. He sucked at small talk, and he could already starting to feel awkward with the silence that was expanding across the group. Well, great. Killua made sure that no one could see his anxiety through his body language and remained calm and neutral as they walked toward the forest.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO