[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Guilt. An emotion that he hadn't felt in a very very long time. The only time he had actually felt guilt was when he had made one of his first friends by the means of a husky puppy. He had found the husky puppy while he was out and about outside of the mansion for once in a very long time. He didn't know why the husky puppy was there, but he was allowed to adopt the puppy into the Zoldyck family. Although in reality, the rest of the family just considered the husky puppy to be a pet and nothing else. They wouldn't consider the likes of a random dog as part of their elite bloodline. Killua didn't know this having been only a kitten and all. After he done all the different types of training with his brother, he would just go and play with what he considered to be a friend. Looking back, that's what he should have called the dog. But he didn't know what the term friend meant because he had never been taught the term up until that point. Eventually, he was able to teach the puppy to say his name and a couple other words. It was probably the most fun month he had ever had. As usual with the Zoldyck family though, there was no such thing as fun and there was only such thing as work. The assassin knew this far too well now and figured out why they had made himi do it. He had been called into his father's chambers, where it was there that he was instructed to kill his friend. The only friend that he had come close to and could complain about the training without the other trying to justify what his family was doing. He couldn't talk to the butlers about how he felt because they would just rat him out to the rest of his family. He couldn't have that happen or he would get punished as per usual. It was either he was going to have to kill his friend, or Illumi was going to do it. Considering the track record of his older brother, he doubted that he would give the other quick death. He distinctively remembered the blood that had seeped through his paws. Killua didn't know what had happened the other day. He had just wanted to go on a walk to clear his head a bit, and maybe pass out from exhaustion if he was lucky. There was too much damn stuff going on right now, and he needed to be alone for a while. Which had been why he was keeping his distance away from others. He didn't expect that he would kill two innocent animals because of it. He felt guilty that he had decided to take their lives even after they had begged to be sparred. Killua had been taught not to give to those that begged for any sort of forgiveness. He slaughtered them. Just like every other kill he had ended up making. Only a couple of the members ended up discovering him on he scene. The rest of them probably just heard from others what he had done. He had marked it as being self-defense, giving himself wounds here and there and scrapes. Which he had decided that he was going to heal himself instead of worry about others trying to treat him. Maybe if Amorette was around he would let her treat his wounds, but she was a robot and there was very little she could do with something like that. He had stitched himself up and stitched the long claw marks that ran down his right side. It seemed a familiar treating method, and he covered the middle portion of his body with white bandages. White bandages that practically blended into his slightly long fur despite them being there. He had to stitch up the area around his shoulders where he had dragged his claws around that area. It was good that they didn't inspect the wounds closer because if they had, it would have meant that the wound was created by a tool, the cut too clean to have belonged to the likes of a claw which would have left a rigid mark. The wounds he had given himself didn't feel any sort of pain, so he was free to do whatever the hell he wanted.

He was more cautious being around others though, as he had been lucky that a Snowbounder hadn't come across his path just like the leopard and wolf had done just yesterday. His pelt was still slightly stained pink, despite his best efforts to wash the blood off anyway. The color more centered around his paws and shoulder, as that had been where his own blood had dripped down. He wondered how many of those that lived here going to fear what he was capable of doing. Either way, he was technically their deputy, so if they asked him questions he could just say he needed to handle clan politics. As usual. The albino serval seemed to have gotten back into his rhythm, kinda. He was leaping from tree to tree like he usually did, his elemental air keeping his silent and keeping his scent hidden. He did seem a bit more anxious than the previous days leading up the murder he had committed. He was more frustrated with himself that he hadn't been able to stop himself when he was emotionally compromised. He couldn't talk to anyone about what he had done. He would get thrown out after all if they figured out he was a Zoldyck, or just an assassin. The healing albino serval could hear a voice in the distance, one that was familiar. He and Pierce hadn't interacted all that much even if he did remember where he had first met the other tom. If they were to stand side by side, they would be drastically different. Killua made sure to approach the scene slightly behind the creature that was standing on the border. There was a kitsune with red ticked fur. An interesting appearance and the other was already bigger than him. However, that wasn't what the concern with the Snowseeker. The vibe that the other gave off was increasingly familiar. It was the vibe that he gave off, a killer. His lips curled themselves slightly into a soundless snarl as he laid himself on the branch directly above and behind Hisoka. His metal claws sinking in and out of the branch he was laying on. The other wanted to join. Just great. "You're basically allowed to do whatever the hell you want. Snowbound basically accepts everyone. Which is ridiculous if you ask me." Killua never wasted a chance to criticize the way that the clans ran themselves. His sapphire blue optics narrowed at the kitsune, having a feeling the other knew that he would be let in regardless. "Where did you come from?" Killua questioned the kitsune, not bothering to introduce himself to Hisoka. Names carried power after all.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons

[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

The Zoldycks had only ever specialized in one thing, and that was taking the lives of others. When children grew up in a group that had a specific teaching and weren't allowed to explore the world around them, it meant that they wouldn't end up knowing better. How else would they? Children were supposed to have faith in their parents after all, and it was that faith that could ultimately end up corrupting a child if they were too willing to do what their parents told them to do. Luckily, each child went through a rebellious stage sooner or later when it came to their parents. Killua was lucky that his rebellious nature had been there with him from the very beginning. The assassin was able to figure out what his family was trying to do to him and how much they were trying to control his actions over and over again. There were several months that had passed during his life though that he was believing the lies that they constantly fed him. The brainwashing that they had done certianly worked, and because of that he was dealing with the side effects currently. Killua had no choice but to figure out everything himself because there was no one he was willing to ask for help. He was too damn stubborn to let something like that happen after all. Killua grew up thinking that taking the lives of others was perfectly okay. Especially when he looked up to his older brother Illumi. He had no reaosn to try and question what he told him until he went on a job for the first time, and was able to see the world for it truly was. A world that wasn't like the world that his brother and mother had explained to him. Keeping him locked up on that damn mansion where the locals could walk up to the massive gate to the entrance of the mountain to figure out what it would be like to see a Zoldyck member in the flesh and the blood. No one knew what a Zoldyck member even looked like however, and that's how it made it easier for them to slink around without being noticed. Killua was tired of constantly being fed the same information over and over again. He knew what his brother didn't want, and that was for him to be successful in his goal that he was searching for. He just wanted to make friends and live out his own life in different kinds of adventure instead of being stuck in one place. No matter how much he tried to get the emotions away from him thouh, they would always be dormant waiting for him to wake up the familiar feelings again. They could disappear for all he cared, but a portion of him knew that maybe in the future he was going to need that feeling once again. Killua couldn't let his feelings control him, but what could he do when his feelings controlled the way his body moved without him actually reacting to the situation? He was in a standstill of what to do right now after murdering two innocent creatures. And compared to the clanners, Killua believed himself to be entirely different than them. The only training that they got was fighting against the other clans that they got into wars with. They never bothered to try and train their powers by themselves probably on the account that clanners got too lonely too quickly. Killua wasn't like that, and constantly on the lookout to better himself in battle. He already had enough strength to take on clanners, he just needed the strength to take on his brother. Because of his personality, he wasn't going to be as nice and kind like the rest of the clanners he was residing with. He still didn't feel at home in a place like this no matter how kind they were to him.

Certainly, if the other's objective had been to piss off the wildcat, Hisoka had done just that with the cocky way that he had looked at him. Begging him to make the first move, but Killua wasn't an idiot. He would much rather wait for his opponent to come after him instead. He flexed his claws in the branch and kept the same facial feature spread across his face. This bastard. The other was probably mocking him in his head. Killua knew that the other was probably strong, but he could practically feel the excitement radiating off the other's body. That made him even more dangerous than he had originally thought. This was the kind of guy that was going to have fun ripping other's apart, and he couldn't have that happen. His gaze looked at the way that Hisoka was looking at Pierce, and even if he didn't exactly like the serval he wasn't going to let the other die. Killua would leap to a branch that was opposite of him, making no sound as he did so. This way he was looking directly at Hisoka instead of being slightly behind him. If he had to get Pierce out of the way, he was directly above the other Snowbounder. He would have to use his teleportation considering how close they were to each other. He was in a bad spot. He still had his own stiff injuries to take into account for. Killua clenched his jaws at the other finally responded to what he said. Maybe he shouldn't have said that he was practically allowed to do anything. That would give the guy the wrong idea after all, but it would also mean that Killua would get a chance to beat the crap out of the guy. If he could. The voice in the back of the assassin's head remaining silent during this entire exchange between the two battle-torn animals. "I know malice when I see it Baka~. I'm not blind." Killua growled toward the other, not caring if he was being rude or not toward the other. Killua had been around his family long enough to realize when someone was somewhat close to their own skill and their own occupation. The manner that the other held himself in had been the manner that Killua had held himself in. Complete confidence and no fear in those that lived in this place. "Like I care. I'm not like the rest of them. I'll see how you are once you live here and then maybe I'll give you my name." It wasn't a bargaining chip. Killua knew that. Everyone here knew his name at the moment, and if he were to ask anyone, they would openly tell his name to the other. Would the other fight him though to try and listen to his name? Killua could feel the uneasy and anxiety rising through his body, causing the short tip of his white tail to fidget behind him.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons