05-12-2018, 03:26 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Considering the last session that they had that somewhat dealt with drawing, Killua had obviously not been the best at the task. Instead, he had simply pressed his paw up against the marking well and that had been it. Ultimately, it had ended up with there being a giant paint fight, which Killua had been proud of at the time because it was something fun to do and that everyone could get involved with. As long as no one got paint in their eye then they didn't have any sort of problem. The one that did seem to be capable of drawing was London, as she had started to paint a landscape before the paint war ended up commencing. Killua knew that if someone taught him then maybe he would be good enough at drawing, but it wasn't about to be something he was going to ask about. He was an assassin after all, and the thought of drawing still seemed a little bit too childish even for the likes of him. Who just so happened to be one of the younger members in all of Snowbound ironically enough. It was even more ironic that he seemed to be one of the more stronger creatures that lived in Snowbound at the moment. Even funny actually. Either way, he wasn't an artist unless someone considered writing a message using their blood an art form. Not like Killua would ever bring something like that up in that regard though. Killua had no intention of learning how to draw, but he had an intention of bettering himself when it came to Japanese writing. His family often did it when they were sending messages to and from certain areas so that no one would be capable of reading the messages. It was definitely a task to go through when he was younger and one of the session's of training that he had gone through as well. Killua wanted to get back into his native language, and have more conversations with the likes of Izuku as well. That would keep him from getting rusty in that regard as well. The albino serval had been somewhat avoiding others on the factor that he didn't want anyone asking about the injuries that he was currently going through.
A couple faces had tried to ask him what was going on, and he would just simply snap at them and tell them to go ask Jacob about it instead of bothering him. The other always seemed to be everywhere though, and he wondered how long it would take for the canine to faint with exhaustion too. Either way, he had avoided people and was just getting back around to walking through camp and trying to pick up familiar and unfamiliar faces in that regard. Killua, of course, noticed those that gathered around certain areas, and he was usually drawn to see if something interesting was happening or not. Flicking one of his large white ears, the bandage covered serval began to make his way over toward the group and noticed that it was Jacob that was drawing. The raven was there, as well with Izuku and someone that he didn't recognize. Information that would gather later instead of introducing himself now. Killua stood slightly off to the side of the group, on the same side that Izuku was one. A bloodstain obvious on the bandage that was wrapped on his right arm. Killua then noticed a couple familiar colors that were peaking out of one of the stacks of pictures, and he doubted that Jacob would really care if he looked through all the stuff that he had made up to this point. Careful not to use his claws, he dragged the picture out of the pile and immediately recognized the figure. There was only one doberman he had come across with the clans, and Killua had to force himself to keep calm. He still didn't like the Typhoon, and yet Jacob seemed to be all over the group like they had drugged him. Maybe they did brainwash him while he was over there. Killua had caught onto how the other seemed to be interested in Pincher during the blind date event when the other had specifically asked for the leader himself, in a not so political way. "So one of Pincher huh?" Killua stated in a calm and yet testing ton toward the Chief. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow toward the male as if questioning what the canine was really thinking. The assassin wouldn't say anything further though as he watched to gauge his reaction.
A couple faces had tried to ask him what was going on, and he would just simply snap at them and tell them to go ask Jacob about it instead of bothering him. The other always seemed to be everywhere though, and he wondered how long it would take for the canine to faint with exhaustion too. Either way, he had avoided people and was just getting back around to walking through camp and trying to pick up familiar and unfamiliar faces in that regard. Killua, of course, noticed those that gathered around certain areas, and he was usually drawn to see if something interesting was happening or not. Flicking one of his large white ears, the bandage covered serval began to make his way over toward the group and noticed that it was Jacob that was drawing. The raven was there, as well with Izuku and someone that he didn't recognize. Information that would gather later instead of introducing himself now. Killua stood slightly off to the side of the group, on the same side that Izuku was one. A bloodstain obvious on the bandage that was wrapped on his right arm. Killua then noticed a couple familiar colors that were peaking out of one of the stacks of pictures, and he doubted that Jacob would really care if he looked through all the stuff that he had made up to this point. Careful not to use his claws, he dragged the picture out of the pile and immediately recognized the figure. There was only one doberman he had come across with the clans, and Killua had to force himself to keep calm. He still didn't like the Typhoon, and yet Jacob seemed to be all over the group like they had drugged him. Maybe they did brainwash him while he was over there. Killua had caught onto how the other seemed to be interested in Pincher during the blind date event when the other had specifically asked for the leader himself, in a not so political way. "So one of Pincher huh?" Killua stated in a calm and yet testing ton toward the Chief. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow toward the male as if questioning what the canine was really thinking. The assassin wouldn't say anything further though as he watched to gauge his reaction.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO