05-17-2018, 07:31 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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When it came to his family, they always had different methods to make sure that no one could make it to the mansion that they lived in. Some of the methods were fairly easy, such as setting traps in certain areas for someone to try and get killed by. One of those traps was having guard dogs, despite how trivial that may seem in that regard. They had a lot of knowledge about supernatural creatures that were capable of destroying large areas in a small amount of time, and ones that they could eventually manipulate and control themselves. To the point that the Zoldyck's knew how to control several different numbers of Hellhounds and make sure that they would follow nothing but them. They were never given a chance to attain their own individuality. Whether it be through the use of torture, selective breeding, or even using powers so that they would never have any memories of who they were. Most of those that lived in his family were capable of using telepathy fairly easily, and they could use that to manipulate the Hellhounds to basically do whatever the hell they wanted in the end. It made their lives easier because the creatures wouldn't hesitate to devour someone that wasn't part of the family or wasn't part of the butlers. Which the butlers were usually introduced to the massive beast so that they wouldn't be mistaken for a target in the end. There were several different areas that one would have to go through just to get the house. A massive gate guarding the entrance to the place, and then there was the aspect of the guards that would be placed there. Although, if someone wanted to go past a side gate, they would be every opportunity for them to do so as they would be devoured by the Hellhounds that were on the other side. If someone managed to make it through the main gate of the territory, they wouldn't be targetted by the Hellhounds and deemed worthy to continue to cross through toward the mansion. Although there were butlers posted everywhere and if one was notified so would be the rest and the intruders would be dispatched. There were times where one butler would need to be trained, and all the security would be stripped away, the Hellhounds locked up, so that the butler would have to prove themselves to the family to make sure that the family wasn't wasting their time teaching them how to be a butler.
If Killua had to compare the likes of a butler to the rest of the clans, he knew that the clanners wouldn't get very far if they had to go up against those that worked with the family. The only issue that came with having Hellhounds as guard dogs is that they only really listened to one of their family members that brought them there, and that was his grandpa. His grandfather Zeno was capable of controlling the massive beasts with ease. However, if someone tried to give them a command, it was a bit more difficult as there was a chance that the Hellhounds wouldn't even listen to what they said in the first place. Killua had to make sure that he wouldn't do anything to trigger them to attack when he was little, but the one that he grew the closest to was Mike. When the Hellhound had been brought to the family, Killua spent a lot of time with him when he was smaller than he was now. It was almost nice, but the creature wasn't capable of feeling any sort of emotion. That capability stripped away thanks to his family, so it wasn't like he could have a nice conversation with the Hellhound and expect to get some sort of response from him. Now came the issue as to how Mike found him and why he was allowed to leave the family territory. It didn't make any sense toward him, and it created a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Killua swallowed the saliva that was collecting his mouth as he looked into Mike's dark eyes, obviously studying the injuries that adorned his body. This could end badly if he wasn't careful. Mike only had orders to protect the Zoldycks and if he considered all of Snowbound to be a threat he would be in trouble. His ear perked as he heard familiar heavy pawsteps that were coming toward him and looked over his shoulder's at Stark. As soon as he did this, he felt the atmosphere around Mike immediately begin to change and before Stark could even speak, Killua spun around and waved his paw in the air to gain Mike's attention. "Mike no! He's okay. Don't." Trying to speak complete sentences to the beast wouldn't matter in the end. As soon as Stark had appeared, Mike's attention immediately turned toward the tiger and had no longer been on Killua. The Hellhound had been about to move to kill what he perceived as a threat, but hearing Killua's voice the assassin had stopped him.
A relieved sigh happened when Mike sat himself down, causing the ground to rumble a little bit. If he was capable of sweating, the albino serval would have done exactly that. He turned his body to look toward Stark now that he was within earshot. Killua cleared his throat, hoping that his voice wouldn't shake as he spoke toward the familiar face. "His name is Mike. And he's kind of belongs... to my family." Killua kept it vague as much as possible. Would that trigger something in Stark if he remembered that his brother had attacked him? Would that give him any sort of hint? He was about to find out as he looked at Stark gauging his reaction. Then the other's last sentence made one of his large white ears twitch and an annoyed groan to escape his jaws. "Is that really you're only worry? We basically have dragons here to and you don't say that to them. And I don't think... I have much of a choice in the matter if he stays or leaves." Killua says cautiously as he looks back toward Mike who was still looking at him as if waiting for a command. Could he kill Mike if the other got out of control? Maybe. Not in his current condition though. The scent of fear caught his attention, and a large figure came into view. The zombie deer, aka August. He doubted Mike would go after the likes of him, especially with how decayed he looks. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be a chance either. He shifted his paws in the snow at the other's questions. "Uhhh my family probably sent him to make sure I was okay. At least that's at least what I would think they would do. And believe me, I wouldn't have wanted to bring him at all if I had a choice." Killua said with a low huff, but he was worried. He tried to keep that emotion off of his features as much as possible. If Snowbound attacked Mike, it would be a bloodbath.
If Killua had to compare the likes of a butler to the rest of the clans, he knew that the clanners wouldn't get very far if they had to go up against those that worked with the family. The only issue that came with having Hellhounds as guard dogs is that they only really listened to one of their family members that brought them there, and that was his grandpa. His grandfather Zeno was capable of controlling the massive beasts with ease. However, if someone tried to give them a command, it was a bit more difficult as there was a chance that the Hellhounds wouldn't even listen to what they said in the first place. Killua had to make sure that he wouldn't do anything to trigger them to attack when he was little, but the one that he grew the closest to was Mike. When the Hellhound had been brought to the family, Killua spent a lot of time with him when he was smaller than he was now. It was almost nice, but the creature wasn't capable of feeling any sort of emotion. That capability stripped away thanks to his family, so it wasn't like he could have a nice conversation with the Hellhound and expect to get some sort of response from him. Now came the issue as to how Mike found him and why he was allowed to leave the family territory. It didn't make any sense toward him, and it created a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Killua swallowed the saliva that was collecting his mouth as he looked into Mike's dark eyes, obviously studying the injuries that adorned his body. This could end badly if he wasn't careful. Mike only had orders to protect the Zoldycks and if he considered all of Snowbound to be a threat he would be in trouble. His ear perked as he heard familiar heavy pawsteps that were coming toward him and looked over his shoulder's at Stark. As soon as he did this, he felt the atmosphere around Mike immediately begin to change and before Stark could even speak, Killua spun around and waved his paw in the air to gain Mike's attention. "Mike no! He's okay. Don't." Trying to speak complete sentences to the beast wouldn't matter in the end. As soon as Stark had appeared, Mike's attention immediately turned toward the tiger and had no longer been on Killua. The Hellhound had been about to move to kill what he perceived as a threat, but hearing Killua's voice the assassin had stopped him.
A relieved sigh happened when Mike sat himself down, causing the ground to rumble a little bit. If he was capable of sweating, the albino serval would have done exactly that. He turned his body to look toward Stark now that he was within earshot. Killua cleared his throat, hoping that his voice wouldn't shake as he spoke toward the familiar face. "His name is Mike. And he's kind of belongs... to my family." Killua kept it vague as much as possible. Would that trigger something in Stark if he remembered that his brother had attacked him? Would that give him any sort of hint? He was about to find out as he looked at Stark gauging his reaction. Then the other's last sentence made one of his large white ears twitch and an annoyed groan to escape his jaws. "Is that really you're only worry? We basically have dragons here to and you don't say that to them. And I don't think... I have much of a choice in the matter if he stays or leaves." Killua says cautiously as he looks back toward Mike who was still looking at him as if waiting for a command. Could he kill Mike if the other got out of control? Maybe. Not in his current condition though. The scent of fear caught his attention, and a large figure came into view. The zombie deer, aka August. He doubted Mike would go after the likes of him, especially with how decayed he looks. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be a chance either. He shifted his paws in the snow at the other's questions. "Uhhh my family probably sent him to make sure I was okay. At least that's at least what I would think they would do. And believe me, I wouldn't have wanted to bring him at all if I had a choice." Killua said with a low huff, but he was worried. He tried to keep that emotion off of his features as much as possible. If Snowbound attacked Mike, it would be a bloodbath.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO