KILLUA

(aaaaa this got long!! Sorry! D: )

Being able to outsmart an opponent meant just as much as being able to physically take anyone they ended up fighting. Sure, there wasn't a huge combination of good brains and good brawns, but that wasn't how the Zoldyck's set themselves up to be. They wanted to be perfect, and that was all there was to it. They had to be better than everyone else as it was a means of life and death. Just like how the clans had to be stronger than those that were attacking them, the Zoldyck's had to be stronger than all of their enemies combined. Worst case scenario is that the group is able to single out the Zoldyck members and combine forces to take out one of them. This had never really happened before, as not one Zoldyck had ever been killed before. He was pretty sure that his great grandpa had simply died of old age and had lived for quite a long time. It was almost funny to look at the Zoldyck family as they all had different shapes and form. Due to the way his parents were, Killua had actually been born with certain powers that allowed him to have an advantage of those when he was just a kitten. He had the best teachers, those that were more than willing to teach him the perfect ways to kill every species that existed in this world. Especially the mythical beasts because those that are on the top of hit lists usally have large bodies that are a bit difficult to take down. The Zoldycks were smart, and they were incredibly strong by themselves. It was rare to have one Zoldyck collabing with the other when it came to going out on missions. Him and his siblings usually kept to themselves, point being that Killua wanted nothing to do with his family. So isolating himself from them was defintiely at good start at least. Most of the services that those ended up asking for was for leaders to be killed in one fell swoop. Most of their missions were political, but the Zoldyck family was entirely neutral. They usually never went after anyone that they had a personal issue with. They didn't hold grudges because they didn't have to as they would be capable of killinig anyone that even angered them slightly. Or questioned their motives, something that his brother was more the culprit when it came for killing for fun. Killua had lost the high he used to get when he felt his claws sink into the throat of others. At least, he wasn't sure if he still felt anything when he killed someone because he hadn't killed anyone in a very long time. Months. Which was rare for a Zoldyck.

The assassin was still recovering from the beatdown that his brother had given him around a month ago. Maybe it was more like weeks since the last time he had seen his brother. His family didn't exactly like the idea of him going out on his own without any supervision. So, the black tiger of a brother had been tasked with keeping track of him. Obviously, as the other had trained him to be who he was to his day and didn't want to see his hard work going to waste. His body still littered with the remnants of his familie's little visit. Some could say that he shouldn't even consider the likes of them to be family at this point. After all the pain that they had caused him, but Killua didn't know any better. They were still his family no matter how damn annoying they were all the time. At least his father and grandfather were more tolerable compared to the rest. His mother was the worst and the same with Milluki. He wanted nothing to do with those cougars. Long pink scars littered his tall body, most of which looked like they were done by a massive creature. He was lucky that he didn't have a limp from the broken leg that his brother had given him because that meant he would have to go back and have someone rebreak it so that he could realign it. He had a notch missing out of his ear, he had pink inflamed scars on both of his shoulders. The assassin had an issue that he had to get a new pair of metal claws. When he was just a kitten, he had been declawed on his front paws. After that had happened, he was put through surgery, while awake, where metal claws were then replaced. Tendons attached to the weapons and they would be use primarily for killing and doing the job that he was built to do. When his brother attacked him, the tiger had ripped out his claws completely, leaving him practically defenceless. Killua couldn't even use his powers out of fear for his brother, the mind control the other had over him was certainly strong. So, he had to go out and found someone that was capable of forging metal claws again, and a surgeon. Considering that he was fairly wealthy in nearly every currency available, it wasn't exactly hard for him to pay off the person that implanted his claws agian. They were pretty similar in the way that they looked, too large to be completely sheathed. This meant that every silent step that he took left small grooves in the ground if he wasn't careful. It had only been two weeks since he had gotten his claws back in. The surgeon told him that he shouldn't use them extensively and not unsheathe them in case his flesh didn't adhere to the metal properly. Either way, he knew it was about time he did something, and he certainly didn't fear the stitches that coated his front paws coming out because he could stitch himself back up fairly easily. The strange thing with Killua since he had entered the clan, he always made sure that others had a hard time identifying him. He had no scent whatsoever, thanks to his air elementals that kept air close to his body. He was completely silent when he walked, as he didn't even really make contact with the ground as he kept a very thin air barrier that he stepped on every time. On top of that, the wildcat seemed to have a cold demeanor coming from him at all times. If anyone was to physically touch him, they would realize how cold his skin actually was thanks to the said air elementals. 

Snowbound certainly reminded him of the place that he used to stay in. He had only met one creature so far, and he wasn't about to start spreading his name around just yet. Especially with the threat of his brother still following him. The albino serval blended in almost perfectly with the snow that he stepped across. Silently walking through the pine trees that dotted the area. He didn't have the entire territory memorized just yet, so he did have to remain wary in some areas in case he came across someone. The last thing he wanted to do was get pissed off because someone didn't know how to hold their tongue. The apprentice stopped himself in a little bit of a clearing, but stopped himself in one of the trees that lined the snow covered landscape. He looked down as his paws as he sat, his slightly long fur whisking in the wind, slightly covering the pink scars that covered his body. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Killua began to slowly unsheathe the large metal claws that he had, wincing at the small pain that was created due to having yet unsheathed them. The sharp side edges cutting his sheathes slightly, causing a droplet of blood to drip into the snow. It took several seconds before he started to flex them into the white substance, before raising his paws into the air to make sure that they were okay and he wouldn't need to make adjustments. He had a high pain tolerance, so staying awake during an operation by himself wouldn't be all that hard. The hot smoke of his breath flew through the air as he breathed, and his sapphire blue eyes looked at the tree in front of him. Raising one of his paws into the air, the albino serval slashed his paw down diagonally through the bark of the tree. His claws easily sliced through the flesh of the tree, and his air elementals helped a little bit to increase the speed of the strike. He didn't feel any pain and his stitches were still intact. He couldn't help but grin in satisfaction as fragments of wood littered the ground.

[member=110]rakue[/member]

clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons