05-23-2018, 01:26 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(aaaahhh I love Aizawa!!)
Killua was taught when he was only three months old the harsh world that waited for him. But at the same time he didn't have a full grasp of what was actually happening. The young serval didn't know exactly what they meant because he didn't have enough experience for himself, and simply had to base what his parents were saying by simply trusting them. He learned that trusting his family at that age would be the best method, because he wasn't about to not trust those that were taking care of him since he was born. They were family right? That's what family was supposed to do. He never faulted them for the way they raised him. He didn't care about the factor that he was tortured for a majority of his life because something like that didn't even remotely bother him. His siblings went through it, and it was only a matter of time before he had to go through it himself. Whether he wanted that to happen or not. He probably had too much trust in his family at that time because he basically believed every word that they said. What he did fault his family for though was keeping the world hidden from him. Not allowing him the freedom that he so desperately wanted. His mother immediately throwing a fit when he asked if he could go outside and hang around the territory that was their own. Half the time she would say no unless he decided that he was going to bargain with him. Which happened several times so that he could just manage to get himself outside. Ultimately, he started to figure out different ways of getting to the outside world without asking his mother for permission. It had worked for some time until one of the butlers that served his family decided that it would be a good idea to tell his parents once they caught him sneaking out of a window to and go and explore. He remembered the exact amount of lashings that his family had given to him as punishment.
If he did something wrong, it wasn't just a simple scolding that he received like some children around his age. Instead, he was physically tortured for hours on end. Now, it didn't exactly bother him considering that he was used to it and the nerve damage across his body was enough to keep him feeling most pains. Especially from a whip, which had been the most used tool out of all of them in the dungeons underneath the mansion of theirs. Killua wasn't looking for any sort of pity when it came for what his family did to him. If anything, he was searching for acceptance and redemption. He had a feeling that he would never end up finding redemption due to the horrible tragedies that he has committed in his short lifetime, but he was still willing to try and make up for the things that he did. Even if wasn't all that much all together. Out of all the creatures that lived in Snowbound, he actually was quite fond of the black lion. He wasn't sure why, but the other seemed to be easy to talk to and had the right mindset when it came to certain things. He doubted that Aizawa was a softy like the rest of the creatures that lived here. Besides, the guy knew Izuku, and Killua actually liked the maine coon. He felt bad for the fellow apprentice when he got severely injured inside of Snowbound territory a little bit ago. The large white ears that were perked on the top of his head heard familiar pawsteps coming toward him. No one in Snowbound bothered to hide the pawsteps that they made. The large radar-dish-like ears twisted the direction that Aizawa was coming toward him with. He turned his head to look over at the lion. Was the other going to participate? He could feel Mike's eyes change where he was looking and locked onto the form of the larger wildcat. Killua looked over toward the Hellhound and sent the other a glare, which the guard dog seemed to take as a hint to knock it off and that the other wasn't an enemy. Pain ripped through his head, nearly making him let out a hiss of pain but he kept himself from doing so. He had felt worse pain after all and pretended like there was nothing wrong. A grin spread across his features as the lion was wanting to take him on. "Alright old man. You get the first attack. Let's see what your made of with that air elementals of yours." Maybe it was strange that Killua kept tabs on the others powers. But he was supposed to be the strategist of the clan. So, he was going to use that excuse. The other also knew that he had air elementals, at least for what he could remember. Killua remained in a simple standing position, and none of his muscles were tense.
Killua was taught when he was only three months old the harsh world that waited for him. But at the same time he didn't have a full grasp of what was actually happening. The young serval didn't know exactly what they meant because he didn't have enough experience for himself, and simply had to base what his parents were saying by simply trusting them. He learned that trusting his family at that age would be the best method, because he wasn't about to not trust those that were taking care of him since he was born. They were family right? That's what family was supposed to do. He never faulted them for the way they raised him. He didn't care about the factor that he was tortured for a majority of his life because something like that didn't even remotely bother him. His siblings went through it, and it was only a matter of time before he had to go through it himself. Whether he wanted that to happen or not. He probably had too much trust in his family at that time because he basically believed every word that they said. What he did fault his family for though was keeping the world hidden from him. Not allowing him the freedom that he so desperately wanted. His mother immediately throwing a fit when he asked if he could go outside and hang around the territory that was their own. Half the time she would say no unless he decided that he was going to bargain with him. Which happened several times so that he could just manage to get himself outside. Ultimately, he started to figure out different ways of getting to the outside world without asking his mother for permission. It had worked for some time until one of the butlers that served his family decided that it would be a good idea to tell his parents once they caught him sneaking out of a window to and go and explore. He remembered the exact amount of lashings that his family had given to him as punishment.
If he did something wrong, it wasn't just a simple scolding that he received like some children around his age. Instead, he was physically tortured for hours on end. Now, it didn't exactly bother him considering that he was used to it and the nerve damage across his body was enough to keep him feeling most pains. Especially from a whip, which had been the most used tool out of all of them in the dungeons underneath the mansion of theirs. Killua wasn't looking for any sort of pity when it came for what his family did to him. If anything, he was searching for acceptance and redemption. He had a feeling that he would never end up finding redemption due to the horrible tragedies that he has committed in his short lifetime, but he was still willing to try and make up for the things that he did. Even if wasn't all that much all together. Out of all the creatures that lived in Snowbound, he actually was quite fond of the black lion. He wasn't sure why, but the other seemed to be easy to talk to and had the right mindset when it came to certain things. He doubted that Aizawa was a softy like the rest of the creatures that lived here. Besides, the guy knew Izuku, and Killua actually liked the maine coon. He felt bad for the fellow apprentice when he got severely injured inside of Snowbound territory a little bit ago. The large white ears that were perked on the top of his head heard familiar pawsteps coming toward him. No one in Snowbound bothered to hide the pawsteps that they made. The large radar-dish-like ears twisted the direction that Aizawa was coming toward him with. He turned his head to look over at the lion. Was the other going to participate? He could feel Mike's eyes change where he was looking and locked onto the form of the larger wildcat. Killua looked over toward the Hellhound and sent the other a glare, which the guard dog seemed to take as a hint to knock it off and that the other wasn't an enemy. Pain ripped through his head, nearly making him let out a hiss of pain but he kept himself from doing so. He had felt worse pain after all and pretended like there was nothing wrong. A grin spread across his features as the lion was wanting to take him on. "Alright old man. You get the first attack. Let's see what your made of with that air elementals of yours." Maybe it was strange that Killua kept tabs on the others powers. But he was supposed to be the strategist of the clan. So, he was going to use that excuse. The other also knew that he had air elementals, at least for what he could remember. Killua remained in a simple standing position, and none of his muscles were tense.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO