05-22-2018, 07:53 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Everyone had some sort of pride in themselves. Whether it would be something that they would be good at or something completely different. It wasn't hard to tell the look in someone's eyes when they were proud of something that they were able to accomplish or to show off in this case. There were many different talents any creature could have in their lifetime, and there were plenty of those that were on a journey to try and figure out what their goal in life was. He had seen it time and time again, and when he came to Snowbound he was honestly interested in the different types of talents there were to be shown. The assassin was interested to know what everyone was capable of doing, so he basically made it his mission to figure out what everyone was good at. When it came to fighting, there were very few creatures that were capable of meeting that criterion. Most of them absolutely refused to fight at all, and that was perfectly fine with Killua. It was a dumb move, yes, but if they weren't willing to train and fight for potential hazards, that was their own fault and not his own. The wildcat didn't have to really worry about training to get better against the rest of the clans that existed in this area. The clans were never really strong compared to the likes of him, and fighting was one of the many things that he prided himself on. When he first decided that he was going to join Snowbound, he expected that there would at least be someone else that would be willing to fight someone if and when they got attacked. The clans never really remained peaceful no matter how many times they tried to avoid any sort of conflict that they've gone through. The assassin had seen this attempted plenty of times of the clans that he lived in for a couple of weeks before moving on once he realized that there was nothing there for him now. When he did arrive in Snowbound, he was in a little bit of shock to find that no one seemed interested in fighting at all except for the raven that lived in Snowbound at the time, but she was injured so she couldn't exactly do much. When the clans were attacked, he was the only one that seemed to be willing to resort to violence, which was fine, but everyone else seemed to think that it was taboo when it was practically in everyone's blood to fight for survival. He was a fighter and more than everything he was a killer. The killer that his family was trying to morph their child into as much as possible so that they could have their perfect assassin. He didn't have a nice childhood, but it didn't seem like anyone was capable of being happy nowadays as most creatures were miserable. Except for a select handful of those that did live in Snowbound and surprised him all the time with the amount of positivity they constantly had. The assassin came to the clans to get away from his family so he wouldn't be a killer again.
After having thousands of bodies piling up he was over the idea of taking other's lives and wanted to know what it was like to live a normal life. He had met a couple of creatures throughout his life that helped him along this path, albeit a slow start he still managed to make his first friend that was located here in Snowbound. The only issue was the fact that it was easy for her to die if she got cut in the wrong place, meaning that he had to be on constant watch for potential threats that plagued the clans. Over time, Killua wasn't the only one that was powerful in the clans, and Lucifer probably took that trophy away from him. Not that he really cared because the older male seemed to be pretty interesting in his mind. It was almost impossible not to hear the roar that came from the massive dragon. It made Killua's head shoot up from where he was laying on a branch. Mike fairly close to him as usual and the 11ft Hellhound didn't seem to leave him alone either. What Killua wished to have Mike just simply disappear. There was nothing against the Hellhound, considering that the assassin grew up with him, but he knew that it was a symbol that was going to ruin him if he didn't get the other to go away. Killua got up onto his paws, and immediately knew that there was something going on nearby. The albino serval let himself drop down from the branch that he was on, his metal claws curving into the snow. As soon as his paws touched the ground, he was moving. It would be nice to go from tree to tree so that he could get a better vantage point, but he felt like this was much easier for him. The young male skidded to a halt on the scene, hearing Atbash yelling and seeing what seemed like Luci hovering over someone. Different scents mingled with one another, and he flicked one of his large white ears. The assassin had his air elementals up like usual, meaning it was impossible to catch his scent, and almost completely muffled his movements as he moved around to the front of where Luci was so that he could see what was happening. A wolf and coyote were pinned to the ground. What had happened? He hadn't been here to witness what had happened, but if Lucifer had attacked them then they had a reason. The massive 11ft Hellhound that followed Killua came up behind him, around the same size that the dragon was, but with fewer spikes. The purple-hued canine didn't show any emotion as it simply stared at the creatures. But the fur on the back of its neck bristled so it was obvious that the beast was pissed but didn't move, and wouldn't move unless Killua was endangered. Killua would let out an impressed whistle at the scene as he would sit himself down, his metal claws still unsheathed especially if they were enemies. "Well looks like this isn't your guys' best moment. Care to explain?" Killua questioned the two, doubting that they would try to lie their way out of what happened considering that they were surrounded by two larger creatures, and an assassin that could slit their throats while they were pinned down. Killua spoke in a calm tone, and there was no emotion expressed on his facial features. Bandages did cover his right arm and his throat though, but he could easily fight through his injuries.
After having thousands of bodies piling up he was over the idea of taking other's lives and wanted to know what it was like to live a normal life. He had met a couple of creatures throughout his life that helped him along this path, albeit a slow start he still managed to make his first friend that was located here in Snowbound. The only issue was the fact that it was easy for her to die if she got cut in the wrong place, meaning that he had to be on constant watch for potential threats that plagued the clans. Over time, Killua wasn't the only one that was powerful in the clans, and Lucifer probably took that trophy away from him. Not that he really cared because the older male seemed to be pretty interesting in his mind. It was almost impossible not to hear the roar that came from the massive dragon. It made Killua's head shoot up from where he was laying on a branch. Mike fairly close to him as usual and the 11ft Hellhound didn't seem to leave him alone either. What Killua wished to have Mike just simply disappear. There was nothing against the Hellhound, considering that the assassin grew up with him, but he knew that it was a symbol that was going to ruin him if he didn't get the other to go away. Killua got up onto his paws, and immediately knew that there was something going on nearby. The albino serval let himself drop down from the branch that he was on, his metal claws curving into the snow. As soon as his paws touched the ground, he was moving. It would be nice to go from tree to tree so that he could get a better vantage point, but he felt like this was much easier for him. The young male skidded to a halt on the scene, hearing Atbash yelling and seeing what seemed like Luci hovering over someone. Different scents mingled with one another, and he flicked one of his large white ears. The assassin had his air elementals up like usual, meaning it was impossible to catch his scent, and almost completely muffled his movements as he moved around to the front of where Luci was so that he could see what was happening. A wolf and coyote were pinned to the ground. What had happened? He hadn't been here to witness what had happened, but if Lucifer had attacked them then they had a reason. The massive 11ft Hellhound that followed Killua came up behind him, around the same size that the dragon was, but with fewer spikes. The purple-hued canine didn't show any emotion as it simply stared at the creatures. But the fur on the back of its neck bristled so it was obvious that the beast was pissed but didn't move, and wouldn't move unless Killua was endangered. Killua would let out an impressed whistle at the scene as he would sit himself down, his metal claws still unsheathed especially if they were enemies. "Well looks like this isn't your guys' best moment. Care to explain?" Killua questioned the two, doubting that they would try to lie their way out of what happened considering that they were surrounded by two larger creatures, and an assassin that could slit their throats while they were pinned down. Killua spoke in a calm tone, and there was no emotion expressed on his facial features. Bandages did cover his right arm and his throat though, but he could easily fight through his injuries.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO