05-17-2018, 08:09 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Not only had Killua had never once received a gift in his life, he had never been one to give a gift to someone that wasn't nonlethal. At least none that he could ever really remember and none of that was his fault. He didn't know what it really meant to give gifts despite hearing it over and over again done in the clans in the first place. Killua remembered the first time he joined the clans and there were those on the borders that were willing to give them gifts. The assassin wasn't quite so sure as to why some clans were all too willing to trust whatever was in the basket. Which usually contained some form of human attire, herbs, and other random objects that one may find useful that some other's may consider to be the likes of junk. Of course enemy clans took this form of giving gifts to their advantage as they started placing their own baskets that had masked scents on them. From there someone would eat the treats that were inside and they would end up getting themselves poisoned. Whether or not the poison would become lethal depended on how long it took them to get medical attention. This was why Killua knew never to trust someone that was giving gifts to him, especially if he didn't know them. The same went with his family when he was given certain things and ultimately having them poisoned. Everything that was done in the household was to make sure that it was some sort of test too. There had even been one moment while in the clans that an enemy had stood near the border with their basket before going to hide in the nearby bushes. There was no known scent that was attached the basket which obviously meant it was a trap. Only an idiot would try to eat the stuff that was inside of the basket, but thanks to the training that Killua had gone through he could eat the food without any fear of dying from the poison that was inside of the food. He took a bit after it, and espite his taste buds basically being nonexistent, he could immeidately taste the poison that was laced in them. Especially since most clans used the likes of berries, and as soon as he felt something crunch inside of the pastry he knew that it was a trap. It also wasn't difficult for Killua to figure out where the creature was when they had left their basket, and the enemy came out of the bush as if he was successful. Only to realize that ther ewas nothing happening to the albino serval he went on the offessive as there was no one else around the serval at that time. So he was an easy target. That must have been the thoughts that were going through the creatures head, but sadly for him he had picked the wrong fight. Killua only took a couple of seconds to dispatch the enemy, but when other's arrived it meant that he couldn't kill him right then and now so he was forced to release him against his better judgment.
The only gifts that Killua had ever given to others would be what the enemy in the clan had tried to do. They weren't even considered gifts, but he had given something to someone so that they would die in what seemed to be a natural way before they even realized. A chemical that had no taste but was extremely deadly to those that ingested it. Using poisons wasn't his forte, but if the situation needed it, then he would use that method whether he liked it or not. The same happened when it came to writing letters to someone, as the only letters he has written were made to blackmail someone with a threat. Either way, the clouded leopard didn't seem at all surprised about his presence. That was one thing he certainly enjoyed, even if causing people to be shocked at the sight of him was also fun, it was nice to be around someone that was used to his presence in most regards. The albino serval sat himself down in the snow as he looked up at the female, and tried to give the onlookers no attention as he could see by her body language that she was slightly nervous. Especially with the presence of others, which he didn't really blame her as he didn't even do well when it came to crowds anyway. Killua's eyes went almost wide with complete shock as the other said that it was a gift for him. A gift? For him? Did he do something? Was this a trap? It couldn't be. This was London. Someone who probably wouldn't be willing to hurt the likes of a fly. But it was obvious by Killua's reaction, but the aspects of a gift were completely foreign to him. He had other's giving him food before, and he had a bag of candy that was left with him after his mentor figure's death that he refused to touch. But were those gifts? He wasn't entirely sure. "Okurimono?" Killua repeated the same word back to her but instead spoke in Japanese, which made it even more apparent to his shock. But there was no distaste in his reaction. He felt like he should have done something in order to receive something as the likes of a gift. His gaze looked down toward the box as they were pushed toward him, and the clouded leopard's explanation made pressure built in her chest. She made him something. To help him. That was a strange feeling. Once her explanation was done, Killua used both of his front paws and lifted off the lid of the box. There inside were four different gloves, and the designs on themselves were pretty cool, and not something to be embarrassed about. A smile spread across his face as he considered the gloves to be cool, taking one of them out and immediately putting the glove on his right paw. In which he immediately unsheathed his long metal claws, only to watch as the glove covered the claws and stretched with them instead of tearing. "Whoa! You weren't kidding it isn't cutting through them." Killua praised the craftsmanship as he looked up toward London, before he immediately became flustered over what he just said. Feeling as if he was showing too much emotion over how much he did enjoy the gloves. Of course, he would only wear them when he was sleeping and not out and about because that would just cause complicates. "I-I mean these are really cool. Thank you for putting so much time into these. They'll definitely come in happy." Killua said as he let out a shy chuckle from his jaws. If creatures were capable of blushing, he would have certainly done so. The young male never having something like this happen to him before. It certainly meant more than he was showing.
The only gifts that Killua had ever given to others would be what the enemy in the clan had tried to do. They weren't even considered gifts, but he had given something to someone so that they would die in what seemed to be a natural way before they even realized. A chemical that had no taste but was extremely deadly to those that ingested it. Using poisons wasn't his forte, but if the situation needed it, then he would use that method whether he liked it or not. The same happened when it came to writing letters to someone, as the only letters he has written were made to blackmail someone with a threat. Either way, the clouded leopard didn't seem at all surprised about his presence. That was one thing he certainly enjoyed, even if causing people to be shocked at the sight of him was also fun, it was nice to be around someone that was used to his presence in most regards. The albino serval sat himself down in the snow as he looked up at the female, and tried to give the onlookers no attention as he could see by her body language that she was slightly nervous. Especially with the presence of others, which he didn't really blame her as he didn't even do well when it came to crowds anyway. Killua's eyes went almost wide with complete shock as the other said that it was a gift for him. A gift? For him? Did he do something? Was this a trap? It couldn't be. This was London. Someone who probably wouldn't be willing to hurt the likes of a fly. But it was obvious by Killua's reaction, but the aspects of a gift were completely foreign to him. He had other's giving him food before, and he had a bag of candy that was left with him after his mentor figure's death that he refused to touch. But were those gifts? He wasn't entirely sure. "Okurimono?" Killua repeated the same word back to her but instead spoke in Japanese, which made it even more apparent to his shock. But there was no distaste in his reaction. He felt like he should have done something in order to receive something as the likes of a gift. His gaze looked down toward the box as they were pushed toward him, and the clouded leopard's explanation made pressure built in her chest. She made him something. To help him. That was a strange feeling. Once her explanation was done, Killua used both of his front paws and lifted off the lid of the box. There inside were four different gloves, and the designs on themselves were pretty cool, and not something to be embarrassed about. A smile spread across his face as he considered the gloves to be cool, taking one of them out and immediately putting the glove on his right paw. In which he immediately unsheathed his long metal claws, only to watch as the glove covered the claws and stretched with them instead of tearing. "Whoa! You weren't kidding it isn't cutting through them." Killua praised the craftsmanship as he looked up toward London, before he immediately became flustered over what he just said. Feeling as if he was showing too much emotion over how much he did enjoy the gloves. Of course, he would only wear them when he was sleeping and not out and about because that would just cause complicates. "I-I mean these are really cool. Thank you for putting so much time into these. They'll definitely come in happy." Killua said as he let out a shy chuckle from his jaws. If creatures were capable of blushing, he would have certainly done so. The young male never having something like this happen to him before. It certainly meant more than he was showing.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO