05-17-2018, 10:21 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua didn't share the same sentiment as other's did when it came the other animals that he would meet in the future. This was probably because of the way that he had been raised practically from the very beginning. He had been exposed to predators that were much larger than himself and had figured out how to quell his fear when it came to those that were larger than he was. Just because someone had a larger body didn't mean that they couldn't be killed by something that was smaller than them either. It was actually quite easy to kill the likes of a lion or tiger, something that Killua himself had one plenty of times during his jobs as most creatures thought having a big body would work for that of intimidation. He had little to fear, and he only had one fear, that being his older brother and what he could do to hurt those that he cares about. Killua doesn't fear creatures that end up approaching him and act all strong and tough. Most of the time those that have a large ego when it comes to their physical potential aren't simply faking it and don't ultimately have the strength to back it up. It was usually easy for Killua to read someone like that, to determine whether or not someone was a threat to him. Killua of course had picked up a couple creatures in the clans that didn't give him any sort of good vibes since he was living here for around three months now. The albino serval still had Hisoka on his radar, as he doubted the kitsune would simply up and disappear anyway. Bucky was also on his list, as Killua didn't get any sort of good vibe from the maine coon with a prosthetic leg. The other had said that he had amnesia, a condition that he witnessed a lot when it came to the clans. It could make him dangerous if he had a lot of powers he could use to fight other's off. Natasha was another creature that was slightly on his list, she was less of a concern but it was still someone to keep in mind. He already had a long list of creatures that he has killed since he joined the clans to find himself a better life, and it wasn't hard to identify another killer considering he grew up with them. His family consisted of nothing but assassins.
Every single one of them in his family were more than capable of taking the life of a clanner with ease. And the same went with the different animals that they decided to take forms of. Both his father and grandfather were both dragons. His oldest brother was a black tiger with mutations. Killua's mother, and second oldest brother were both cougars and his youngest brother was a caracal. A species that was similar to his own, but in the end he would grow bigger than his brother all things considered. The assassin had no reason to fear other species when he had confidence in the powers that he had underneath his paws. He was more than capable of killing those that were much larger than he was. But he wasn't about that life anymore, and simply wanted to be someone that did have a normal life in that regard. The assassin should still be resting with the injuries that currently covered his body. They were healing, but it was going to take some time before they fully healed. Even then, there was probably going to be a scar that was going to stick with him for a couple months before being covered by fur like the rest of him. He injured himself when he had a night terror, the metal claws that he had having the same capabilities like that of a sword. It was easy for his claws to cut into his own flesh, and he had nearly bled out. Luckily others heard his scream and came running to where he was. He was lucky that he didn't end up slicing open his throat, which he had gotten close to doing. He was still trying to get over the visions that he saw. Difficult yes, but he had done it before. This wasn't the only night terror that he ended up having. The albino serval had been leaning up against a tree with Koru loosely around his neck. He was just damn glad that Mike wasn't following him around. Having sent the guard dog off to patrol the territory instead of being around him. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he caught an unfamiliar scent on the wind and decided that he might as well investigate. Adjusting the bandages around his neck and his right arm, he looked up at the tree that he was once leaning against, and quickly used his high vertical leap to land onto the lowest branch. Having his air elementals on made it impossible to catch his scent, and made his movements almost impossible to hear as they were muffled.
His long metal claws sank into the flesh of the branch, and he leaped from branch to branch, gaining height the more he jumped until he was slightly hidden in the canopy of the pine trees that dotted the area. Killua eventually landed on a branch that was directly above three Snowbounders that he knew, and one animal that he didn't. There was only one lion that lived in Snowbound at the moment, and that was Stark's companion, one he hadn't seen in a while. The Snowstriker flicked one of his large white ears as he regarded the young lion, who already was larger than he was. If he had basic instincts as a species that lived in the savannah, he wouldn't have approached the lion. But considering the other's size, he probably was just a little bit older than he was. The albino serval laid himself down on the branch, Koru, the albino black mamba flicking out his tongue toward the unfamiliar scent around Killua's neck. Opening his jaws, the serval conjured up a lollipop that promptly fell into his mouth. The other was obvious cold, and he had a name. His parents were dead from the sound of it. That was harsh, but life happens and not everyone had parents. At least he wasn't abandoned like the rest. The Snowstriker got up onto his paws, and let himself fall from the branch that he had been laying on, landing completely silently in the snow. "You're free to basically stay and do whatever you want in Snowbound. The caves usually stay fairly warm, and if you want a sweater Jacob probably has one to give to you." Killua said casually, almost in a bored tone as he sat himself down. He raised one of his paws and rubbed the top of the albino black mambas head before looking back toward the lion cub, debating whether or not to introduce himself. The other was young, and he doubted there was any harm in it. "Names Killua." The healing serval would introduce himself calmly before immediately speaking again. "So where did you come from?" Killua questioned the other, and as usual, he was digging for information. A bad habit of his.
Every single one of them in his family were more than capable of taking the life of a clanner with ease. And the same went with the different animals that they decided to take forms of. Both his father and grandfather were both dragons. His oldest brother was a black tiger with mutations. Killua's mother, and second oldest brother were both cougars and his youngest brother was a caracal. A species that was similar to his own, but in the end he would grow bigger than his brother all things considered. The assassin had no reason to fear other species when he had confidence in the powers that he had underneath his paws. He was more than capable of killing those that were much larger than he was. But he wasn't about that life anymore, and simply wanted to be someone that did have a normal life in that regard. The assassin should still be resting with the injuries that currently covered his body. They were healing, but it was going to take some time before they fully healed. Even then, there was probably going to be a scar that was going to stick with him for a couple months before being covered by fur like the rest of him. He injured himself when he had a night terror, the metal claws that he had having the same capabilities like that of a sword. It was easy for his claws to cut into his own flesh, and he had nearly bled out. Luckily others heard his scream and came running to where he was. He was lucky that he didn't end up slicing open his throat, which he had gotten close to doing. He was still trying to get over the visions that he saw. Difficult yes, but he had done it before. This wasn't the only night terror that he ended up having. The albino serval had been leaning up against a tree with Koru loosely around his neck. He was just damn glad that Mike wasn't following him around. Having sent the guard dog off to patrol the territory instead of being around him. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he caught an unfamiliar scent on the wind and decided that he might as well investigate. Adjusting the bandages around his neck and his right arm, he looked up at the tree that he was once leaning against, and quickly used his high vertical leap to land onto the lowest branch. Having his air elementals on made it impossible to catch his scent, and made his movements almost impossible to hear as they were muffled.
His long metal claws sank into the flesh of the branch, and he leaped from branch to branch, gaining height the more he jumped until he was slightly hidden in the canopy of the pine trees that dotted the area. Killua eventually landed on a branch that was directly above three Snowbounders that he knew, and one animal that he didn't. There was only one lion that lived in Snowbound at the moment, and that was Stark's companion, one he hadn't seen in a while. The Snowstriker flicked one of his large white ears as he regarded the young lion, who already was larger than he was. If he had basic instincts as a species that lived in the savannah, he wouldn't have approached the lion. But considering the other's size, he probably was just a little bit older than he was. The albino serval laid himself down on the branch, Koru, the albino black mamba flicking out his tongue toward the unfamiliar scent around Killua's neck. Opening his jaws, the serval conjured up a lollipop that promptly fell into his mouth. The other was obvious cold, and he had a name. His parents were dead from the sound of it. That was harsh, but life happens and not everyone had parents. At least he wasn't abandoned like the rest. The Snowstriker got up onto his paws, and let himself fall from the branch that he had been laying on, landing completely silently in the snow. "You're free to basically stay and do whatever you want in Snowbound. The caves usually stay fairly warm, and if you want a sweater Jacob probably has one to give to you." Killua said casually, almost in a bored tone as he sat himself down. He raised one of his paws and rubbed the top of the albino black mambas head before looking back toward the lion cub, debating whether or not to introduce himself. The other was young, and he doubted there was any harm in it. "Names Killua." The healing serval would introduce himself calmly before immediately speaking again. "So where did you come from?" Killua questioned the other, and as usual, he was digging for information. A bad habit of his.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO