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[align=right][size=8pt]KILLUA ZOLDYCK - SNOWSEEKER - MALE - 8 MOONS[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]After going from one clan to the next, the assassin had been able to pick out a couple creatures the didn't necessarily enjoy being around or even trust for that matter. Having been an assassin his entire life, it wasn't exactly that hard to pick out those that were similar to him no matter how much they tried to hide it. The same went for those that joined Snowbound out of late, and there were Natasha and Bucky there were on his radar. They had a familiar vibe around them, and it was a vibe that Killua didn't exactly like. But at the same time, he wasn't really one that would be capable of judging someone based on that considering that he was a killer himself. Although he was trying to better himself instead of making his situation worse. He just wanted to be a kid for the remaining time that he could be a kid in that regard. Which didn't sound all that difficult to do, but when it came to his family that wanted nothing more to rip that freedom away from him again, he wasn't given much of a choice. He had been on the run for who knows how long away from his family now, and he was used to the presence of other clanners instead of that of his family. It made his life easier after all, as he didn't have to meet anyone's expectations either. He could just be himself, whether or others like it or not he didn't really care. He had made a friend, and that's what really mattered. Of course, there was never an announcement publicly that stated that he and London were friends, and he wouldn't mind keeping it that way either. After all, if word got out to any of his family what was happening while he was inside of the clan, they would probably try to get to Snowbound quicker and he couldn't have that. Plenty had happened since the last time he had seen Hisoka. The kitsune being one of the many creatures that were now on his watch list. Natasha, Bucky, Silentgrave, and Hisoka were all the different animals that he was going to watch while they were in the clan. When he hadn't seen the kitsune in a while, the assassin had almost been hopeful that the other wouldn't return. He could track the other by scent if he really wanted to figure out where he was heading, but at the same time, he wanted to stay away from the kitsune as much as possible. It wasn't hard to see that the mythical creature was incredibly strong compared to the likes of him. Killua couldn't afford to get another injury though, especially with the way, his mind was working as of late. He still didn't know what the issue was, but recently the headaches that he used to get seemed to increase intensity and make it almost impossible for him to make proper thoughts for himself. It was incredibly painful, and it happened just the other day.
He couldn't figure out the reasons why, and he hadn't been sleeping all that much since his nightmare. At least, he was trying since London had made him some gloves for him to wear while he was asleep so that he wouldn't nearly kill himself while he was sleeping. The assassin had bandages that were wrapped around his throat and his right arm, fairly tightly to keep from any dirt or grime getting underneath the bandages as he moved around. It would take another week before he was almost fully healed, and he would rejoice that moment because he was getting tired of changing his dressings all the time. He just wanted to be healed so that he could move his body the way he wanted to. Another predicament that happened while the kitsune was away was the appearance of the Zoldyck guard dog Mike finding his way toward Killua. The albino serval didn't know it, but Mike was there to gain information on his whereabouts and his current condition. The beast being controlled by Illumi, something that he hadn't taken into consideration just yet. He had considered the fact that his family had sent the 11ft Hellhound to find him so that they would at least know that he was alive, and if anything bad happened Mike would be capable of protecting him. However, he didn't enjoy the other basically shadowing every move that he made and never leaving him alone. On top of a headache and the hellhound, it was rare to see Killua in a good mood unless he was faking it. Which happened plenty of times. The young male was making his way to camp for his daily visit, although he never liked staying in the camp bc of the crowds that were in the camp. It was practically impossible for the wildcat to remain silent with a lumbering creature that was walking behind him. Frustrating. His metal claws didn't make any sound as they made contact with the rock flooring of the cave that made up the camp, and it seemed like as soon as he took a step into the camp, a familiar and unwelcoming scent filled his nostrils, causing a scowl to spread across his features. This time though, he didn't feel the fear that happened the first time he was around Hisoka. Although it wasn't pure fear, it was a mixture of emotions that he felt about the larger creature. Thanks to how small the camp was, Mike wasn't able to fit inside of the camp and was forced to sit just inside. Its emotionless eyes tracking everyone that came and went outside of the camp. His eyes locked onto the owner of the scent, and he was disappointed that the other had returned. Why? Where did he even go for that matter? Quinn didn't seem to realize who she was talking with, but he doubted that Hisoka would just kill someone that was trying to spark a conversation with him right? That's what the assassin hoped as he made his way over to them too, but kept plenty of distance between him and the kitsune. Who was full grown and already plenty bigger than he was at his current age. "I thought you would have left by now." The Snowstriker would state with a huff as he flexed his metal claws. There was no trust in his eyes, and his body language showed that he was alert. The way he talked sounded like he wasn't happy with the other coming back, and one would certainly be right in that observation.
He couldn't figure out the reasons why, and he hadn't been sleeping all that much since his nightmare. At least, he was trying since London had made him some gloves for him to wear while he was asleep so that he wouldn't nearly kill himself while he was sleeping. The assassin had bandages that were wrapped around his throat and his right arm, fairly tightly to keep from any dirt or grime getting underneath the bandages as he moved around. It would take another week before he was almost fully healed, and he would rejoice that moment because he was getting tired of changing his dressings all the time. He just wanted to be healed so that he could move his body the way he wanted to. Another predicament that happened while the kitsune was away was the appearance of the Zoldyck guard dog Mike finding his way toward Killua. The albino serval didn't know it, but Mike was there to gain information on his whereabouts and his current condition. The beast being controlled by Illumi, something that he hadn't taken into consideration just yet. He had considered the fact that his family had sent the 11ft Hellhound to find him so that they would at least know that he was alive, and if anything bad happened Mike would be capable of protecting him. However, he didn't enjoy the other basically shadowing every move that he made and never leaving him alone. On top of a headache and the hellhound, it was rare to see Killua in a good mood unless he was faking it. Which happened plenty of times. The young male was making his way to camp for his daily visit, although he never liked staying in the camp bc of the crowds that were in the camp. It was practically impossible for the wildcat to remain silent with a lumbering creature that was walking behind him. Frustrating. His metal claws didn't make any sound as they made contact with the rock flooring of the cave that made up the camp, and it seemed like as soon as he took a step into the camp, a familiar and unwelcoming scent filled his nostrils, causing a scowl to spread across his features. This time though, he didn't feel the fear that happened the first time he was around Hisoka. Although it wasn't pure fear, it was a mixture of emotions that he felt about the larger creature. Thanks to how small the camp was, Mike wasn't able to fit inside of the camp and was forced to sit just inside. Its emotionless eyes tracking everyone that came and went outside of the camp. His eyes locked onto the owner of the scent, and he was disappointed that the other had returned. Why? Where did he even go for that matter? Quinn didn't seem to realize who she was talking with, but he doubted that Hisoka would just kill someone that was trying to spark a conversation with him right? That's what the assassin hoped as he made his way over to them too, but kept plenty of distance between him and the kitsune. Who was full grown and already plenty bigger than he was at his current age. "I thought you would have left by now." The Snowstriker would state with a huff as he flexed his metal claws. There was no trust in his eyes, and his body language showed that he was alert. The way he talked sounded like he wasn't happy with the other coming back, and one would certainly be right in that observation.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO