03-28-2018, 04:51 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Please keep in mind that Killua uses his air elementals to keep his scent hidden! No one will know he is from Snowbound unless they have seen him previously. Characters are allowed to smell the type of candy he is eating when he stops at the border. No need to match muse, the last paragraph is all that matters!)
Staying on place usually didn't sit well with Killua. Maybe it was the factor that sitting in one place was just waiting for those that were tracking him to find the location that he was in at the time. The assassin couldn't afford to have something like that happened considering his current condition. He considered himself to be in great fighting condition, but if he was going to fight up against a Zoldyck, then he was nowhere near close in the right condition to really fight anyone. The young male needed to constantly keep his mind occupied in order to keep himself from killing others. This meant that he was more than willing to travel from one group to the next. Whats the worse that could happen? He figured out that all the groups that were around the area were actually fairly new. He doubted that any of them really had any manpower to try and take him down with the few members that they'll actually end up having if they didn't enjoy his presence being here. He was desperately trying to turn a new leaf, but it is extremely difficult when he has no one that is willing to give him any sort of advice. The one that he considered almost to be a mentor to him was dead and had been long dead for months now. So, who was he going to ask? Bringing up his true identity was too risky. He knew the way that clanners had thought of course, and they would think of him as a threat and try to kick him out. It took him several weeks to find a group of clans like this again from the group that he had been in previously. He couldn't stay there though as his position had been compromised as his older brother was able to find him with ease. Killua should have anticipated his brother's appearance, but he had silently hoped that his family would just leave him alone to be a kid. That's all that Killua had ever wished for, instead of being trained as their weapon to be a killer and nothing else. The assassin didn't care about killing others anymore, he didn't get the high that he used to when he was just a kitten. Either way, keeping himself moving from place to place really did help his mind. He was able to gather a lot of information about the clans that were in the area and he could use that to his own benefit if he really needed to. Who knows, maybe he'll find someone that peaks his interest and one that is willing to befriend an assassin like him. At the thought of having a friend again, he felt the all too familiar headache start to blossom in his forehead. A term that was always taboo among the family of assassins. It happened all the time whenever he just simply thought of the term. It made him constantly debate whether or not he was worthy to even have a friend. He was a killer. Murderer. He killed leaders of clans with ease. He killed those that thought they were stronger than him just because he was a kid. He probably had a kill count larger than any possible warbound clan in the area. It was almost funny, calling them warbound instead of the other term that he was used to. Anti-clan didn't seem to have a nice fitting compared to warbound. Which groups were warbound he would have to find out eventually. The only way Killua had managed to find out about the group that he was heading too now was asking someone that was outside of a territory to see if there were more groups around. Considering that he had found Snowbound fairly easily, he figured that there would be others around. There always were more than one clan in an area, as it seemed to be a trend that they constantly had with one another. The assassin didn't know what this group was going to end up being like so he was going to have to be somewhat careful.
Despite his age, the young apprentice was covered in several fresh scars. Scars that were obviously made by a much larger creature. His brother was a large black tiger after all, and when it came into terms of strength there was little he could have done against his older brother. Long claw marks ran along each side of his body moving from his shoulder down all the way to his flake. There were three scars on each of his shoulders made by claws. A notch was missing from his right ear, and there was a smaller scar above his right eye. All of these previous wounds fairly visible against his white pelt as the scars were still pink, having only been several weeks old. He still felt his leg a little bit stiff where his brother had broken said limb. But he was practically fully recovered at this point, at least in his mind. There were other hidden old wounds underneath his slightly long white fur. All the scars that he had received since he was a kitten weren't from battle with others but instead had been given to him by his own family instead. The wildcat never received a scar during a mission or even attacking a clanner. This just showed Killua how weak the others were compared to him in most regards, something that Killua constantly uses to his advantage to his day. His white pelt fairly pristine as he doesn't enjoy having any sort of stains on his body. It would make it easier to catch his scent if he didn't have his current powers and make it easier for him to track if he was dirty. Killua had approached the territory on the southern side, where there actually seemed to be trees around here. Looking past the tree line slightly, the young assassin as able to see that there was nothing but plains out there. It reminded him largely of a clan that he had just left not too long ago. The male was completely silent as he walked in the Canopy area of the territory, his body entirely relaxed. However, he was on high alert waiting to see if anyone would appear around the border of this place. Once he did reach the border though, the young male jumped up onto a fairly high branch. There, he laid himself down, his metal claws shining through the light that traveled through the leaves of the tree that he was sitting in. A yawn spread across his facial features as he raised one of his metal-clawed paws and conjured up a box of chocolate. Using the metal, he ripped the top of the box and took out the pieces of chocolate, humming to himself as he ate. The stench of chocolate would certainly carry its way through certain parts of the territory, and it wouldn't exactly be hard to find a stark white serval sitting in a branch tree. Killua didn't bother to announce himself, as he wanted to be found. His large radar-like ears were on a constantly swivel as he listened for any clanners in the area.
Staying on place usually didn't sit well with Killua. Maybe it was the factor that sitting in one place was just waiting for those that were tracking him to find the location that he was in at the time. The assassin couldn't afford to have something like that happened considering his current condition. He considered himself to be in great fighting condition, but if he was going to fight up against a Zoldyck, then he was nowhere near close in the right condition to really fight anyone. The young male needed to constantly keep his mind occupied in order to keep himself from killing others. This meant that he was more than willing to travel from one group to the next. Whats the worse that could happen? He figured out that all the groups that were around the area were actually fairly new. He doubted that any of them really had any manpower to try and take him down with the few members that they'll actually end up having if they didn't enjoy his presence being here. He was desperately trying to turn a new leaf, but it is extremely difficult when he has no one that is willing to give him any sort of advice. The one that he considered almost to be a mentor to him was dead and had been long dead for months now. So, who was he going to ask? Bringing up his true identity was too risky. He knew the way that clanners had thought of course, and they would think of him as a threat and try to kick him out. It took him several weeks to find a group of clans like this again from the group that he had been in previously. He couldn't stay there though as his position had been compromised as his older brother was able to find him with ease. Killua should have anticipated his brother's appearance, but he had silently hoped that his family would just leave him alone to be a kid. That's all that Killua had ever wished for, instead of being trained as their weapon to be a killer and nothing else. The assassin didn't care about killing others anymore, he didn't get the high that he used to when he was just a kitten. Either way, keeping himself moving from place to place really did help his mind. He was able to gather a lot of information about the clans that were in the area and he could use that to his own benefit if he really needed to. Who knows, maybe he'll find someone that peaks his interest and one that is willing to befriend an assassin like him. At the thought of having a friend again, he felt the all too familiar headache start to blossom in his forehead. A term that was always taboo among the family of assassins. It happened all the time whenever he just simply thought of the term. It made him constantly debate whether or not he was worthy to even have a friend. He was a killer. Murderer. He killed leaders of clans with ease. He killed those that thought they were stronger than him just because he was a kid. He probably had a kill count larger than any possible warbound clan in the area. It was almost funny, calling them warbound instead of the other term that he was used to. Anti-clan didn't seem to have a nice fitting compared to warbound. Which groups were warbound he would have to find out eventually. The only way Killua had managed to find out about the group that he was heading too now was asking someone that was outside of a territory to see if there were more groups around. Considering that he had found Snowbound fairly easily, he figured that there would be others around. There always were more than one clan in an area, as it seemed to be a trend that they constantly had with one another. The assassin didn't know what this group was going to end up being like so he was going to have to be somewhat careful.
Despite his age, the young apprentice was covered in several fresh scars. Scars that were obviously made by a much larger creature. His brother was a large black tiger after all, and when it came into terms of strength there was little he could have done against his older brother. Long claw marks ran along each side of his body moving from his shoulder down all the way to his flake. There were three scars on each of his shoulders made by claws. A notch was missing from his right ear, and there was a smaller scar above his right eye. All of these previous wounds fairly visible against his white pelt as the scars were still pink, having only been several weeks old. He still felt his leg a little bit stiff where his brother had broken said limb. But he was practically fully recovered at this point, at least in his mind. There were other hidden old wounds underneath his slightly long white fur. All the scars that he had received since he was a kitten weren't from battle with others but instead had been given to him by his own family instead. The wildcat never received a scar during a mission or even attacking a clanner. This just showed Killua how weak the others were compared to him in most regards, something that Killua constantly uses to his advantage to his day. His white pelt fairly pristine as he doesn't enjoy having any sort of stains on his body. It would make it easier to catch his scent if he didn't have his current powers and make it easier for him to track if he was dirty. Killua had approached the territory on the southern side, where there actually seemed to be trees around here. Looking past the tree line slightly, the young assassin as able to see that there was nothing but plains out there. It reminded him largely of a clan that he had just left not too long ago. The male was completely silent as he walked in the Canopy area of the territory, his body entirely relaxed. However, he was on high alert waiting to see if anyone would appear around the border of this place. Once he did reach the border though, the young male jumped up onto a fairly high branch. There, he laid himself down, his metal claws shining through the light that traveled through the leaves of the tree that he was sitting in. A yawn spread across his facial features as he raised one of his metal-clawed paws and conjured up a box of chocolate. Using the metal, he ripped the top of the box and took out the pieces of chocolate, humming to himself as he ate. The stench of chocolate would certainly carry its way through certain parts of the territory, and it wouldn't exactly be hard to find a stark white serval sitting in a branch tree. Killua didn't bother to announce himself, as he wanted to be found. His large radar-like ears were on a constantly swivel as he listened for any clanners in the area.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO
