03-21-2018, 03:53 PM
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KILLUA
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[Pls no need to match muse! The last paragraph is all that matters. Killua is just in the territory laying in a tree waiting for something to happen]
He had to run. Where else was he going to go? After what his brother had done to him, there was no way he could stay in the group of clans that he was actually starting to get along with. For once in his life he thought that he was actually going to be normal. Not constantly have missions under his belt in order to get himself paid. No. He just wanted to know what it was like to have a normal childhood, and the entirety of the time he had spent in the clans had given him a lot of clarity about what he actually wanted in life. After he left Blizzardclan, he was more annoyed with that group of clans, but also shocked that the one that had confused him and had defeated him in battle for once had actually been the creature he considered to be the weakest in the group. The first time that he had actually failed a mission was because of the Blizzardclan leader. He became even more shocked when the female didn't decide to take his life after the attempted assassination. Instead, she continued to have faith in him to turn over a new leaf, and on top of everything else continued to promote him in the group. He had never really been the one for ranks. He just went where he wanted and did what he considered to be entertaining. Which could end up being many different activities that he could choose from. If he got bored when he got younger, he would just end up going out to kill someone. Killing was something that was incredibly easy for the likes of an apprentice to do. Even with his age. The wildcat had been taught by the best,
and it was because of that he needed to stay around in the family business. He meant a lot to the family of assassins,
he was their prodigy after all. Which is why his older brother had been tasked with keeping an eye on his youngest sibling to make sure that he didn't get into trouble and his morals didn't change. He never really had morals when it came to the deaths of others, and still didn't have morals of it either. He simply thought if someone died that they were too weak to help themselves. Pitiful really. Where did that make him though? The only reason he was alive now was because his family actually needed him to live. Yet they had made sure to teach the likes of him a lesson that he would probably never forget. He was certain now though, he no longer wanted to constantly be moving around. He was tired of having to start over. Hell, he had even managed to have a friend. Which his family had told him was not possible for him to do because he didn't have the correct feelings to have a friend. But that even developed to something more. He decided to consider her to be his sister since almost all of his family was male meant he had brothers and only one sister related by blood. They took care of each other. She never asked him questions about his past and agreed with the stance that he had. She was finally able to teach him what it was like to actually have FUN. A wistful dream that he used to have when he was just a meer kitten, now it was actually possible for him to achieve. He could have lived a nice and happy life in Shadowclan, even if he didn't get along with most of the creatures that were there. He never really liked the clans on the accounts he found them to be extremely primitive and lack complete common sense when it came to making decisions. They were weak, especially when it came to giving the final blow to an enemy. If they wanted to have other creatures respect they were going to have to show exactly how powerful they were. That's the way that survival worked and the only thing that the young male cared about.
Then his family finally decided to get involved once they realized he was starting to ignore their orders and go off on his own. The wildcat did his best to continue to hide his trail, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before his brother ended up finding him. He had to prepare himself, but the last thing he expected from his brother who would most likely come after him, would be the nightmares that started to plague his mind. There were few creatures that he actually cared about in the large group of clans. So when he saw his family coming to the group of animals and slaughtering them all? It put him back into a panic. He had to be able to protect them. For once he had someone that he wanted to protect in his life, and he would dedicate his life to making sure that they were safe. If he didn't, it would be the same as him betraying them, a term that his brother used all the time of what would happen if he ever made a friend. Assassins weren't supposed to make friends after all. They were supposed to be loners. Not feel anything when they killed someone. He didn't want that life anymore. Ultimately, his brother found him and beat him to the point of death. Breaking almost every bone in his body, ripping skin and extracting the metal claws from his front paws. The claws that he had been given to him when he was just a kitten through the use of surgery. Having been trained by the brother that had attacked him, it meant the other knew exactly how to torture him considering the factor that through the tortures he had been put through, he was going to attack the most sensitive areas of his body. On top of physically hurting him, his older brother ended up putting doubts in his mind. Doubts that would remain with him for this very day.
Even if Shadowclan did end up healing him up and wanting to take revenge for the injuries he had gotten, did they really care? Or was it just their morals that were kicking in? He didn't know anymore. He didn't KNOW anymore. All he knew as more and more of them began to disappear he was going to have to leave that place. There was nothing for him there. Considering how the world worked, he was bound to come across a clan sooner or later.
Killua was quick to notice the chill that was starting to develop as he grew closer to the area. The young male hadn't bothered to ask around the place whether or not this was actually a clan or not. One thing was for sure, it did bring out a bit of nostalgia for him. The only thing that this place was missing was the floating islands that belonged to Blizzardclan while he lived there. Was this a wise choice though? He knew that he would probably just bring the danger of his brother along with him, but he had to interact with someone. Being alone would probably just drive him crazy with the contradicting thoughts anyway. The snow crunched underneath his paws, although it was barely audible thanks to the powers that he had in the first place. His sapphire blue eyes were extremely attentive, and the large ears that were perched on his head made it extremely easy to listen for any movements that were around him. The other color that was obvious against his body though was the fact that there was pink around the sheathes of his paw. It seemed as if the skin there had been peeled away and the area was inflamed with the stitches that were there. Considering that his older brother had ripped the claws that had been crafted for him when he was younger meant that he was going to need another pair. After all, his claws were almost a prized position. He didn't know how much he ended up paying the surgeon out in the middle of nowhere as long as the other did it right. Which he had to admit the other did a pretty damn good job despite the area being incredibly sore. The other had told him not to put too much pressure on them for the past couple of days, and Killua would keep that in mind. The last thing he needed was to go back and have to do it all over again. It would be a waste of time. Fresh scars covered his entire body. Massive claw marks running down the left side of his body, the fur parting away to show how the scar covered practically his entire side. Obviously, this was made by a massive creature, his brother was a large black tiger after all. There were scars around his eyes where his brother had tried to rip out his eyes. The pink flesh obvious against his stark white fur. The rest of the wounds that had been given to him during the fight were completely hidden now thanks to his unusually long white fur. Killua didn' say anything though as he made his way through the territory of the clan. The place seemed like an easy place for him to settle down. But he wasn't about to direct attention toward him. He would much rather see how the clan acted toward those that were trespassing on their land. A bored look was spread across the assassin's facial features as he debated what his next move would be. Turning on his invisibility wouldn't help because then they would never see him. Instead,
the wildcat would teleport himself up into one of the many pine trees, laying on a branch. No clan scent clung to him,
and he raised one of his healing paws and conjured up a lollipop. Which he quickly plopped into his mouth. Now was just a waiting game. Not like it would be hard to see an albino serval up in the tree anyway. If they didn't look up, then the scent of the candy would tell them where he was at.
He had to run. Where else was he going to go? After what his brother had done to him, there was no way he could stay in the group of clans that he was actually starting to get along with. For once in his life he thought that he was actually going to be normal. Not constantly have missions under his belt in order to get himself paid. No. He just wanted to know what it was like to have a normal childhood, and the entirety of the time he had spent in the clans had given him a lot of clarity about what he actually wanted in life. After he left Blizzardclan, he was more annoyed with that group of clans, but also shocked that the one that had confused him and had defeated him in battle for once had actually been the creature he considered to be the weakest in the group. The first time that he had actually failed a mission was because of the Blizzardclan leader. He became even more shocked when the female didn't decide to take his life after the attempted assassination. Instead, she continued to have faith in him to turn over a new leaf, and on top of everything else continued to promote him in the group. He had never really been the one for ranks. He just went where he wanted and did what he considered to be entertaining. Which could end up being many different activities that he could choose from. If he got bored when he got younger, he would just end up going out to kill someone. Killing was something that was incredibly easy for the likes of an apprentice to do. Even with his age. The wildcat had been taught by the best,
and it was because of that he needed to stay around in the family business. He meant a lot to the family of assassins,
he was their prodigy after all. Which is why his older brother had been tasked with keeping an eye on his youngest sibling to make sure that he didn't get into trouble and his morals didn't change. He never really had morals when it came to the deaths of others, and still didn't have morals of it either. He simply thought if someone died that they were too weak to help themselves. Pitiful really. Where did that make him though? The only reason he was alive now was because his family actually needed him to live. Yet they had made sure to teach the likes of him a lesson that he would probably never forget. He was certain now though, he no longer wanted to constantly be moving around. He was tired of having to start over. Hell, he had even managed to have a friend. Which his family had told him was not possible for him to do because he didn't have the correct feelings to have a friend. But that even developed to something more. He decided to consider her to be his sister since almost all of his family was male meant he had brothers and only one sister related by blood. They took care of each other. She never asked him questions about his past and agreed with the stance that he had. She was finally able to teach him what it was like to actually have FUN. A wistful dream that he used to have when he was just a meer kitten, now it was actually possible for him to achieve. He could have lived a nice and happy life in Shadowclan, even if he didn't get along with most of the creatures that were there. He never really liked the clans on the accounts he found them to be extremely primitive and lack complete common sense when it came to making decisions. They were weak, especially when it came to giving the final blow to an enemy. If they wanted to have other creatures respect they were going to have to show exactly how powerful they were. That's the way that survival worked and the only thing that the young male cared about.
Then his family finally decided to get involved once they realized he was starting to ignore their orders and go off on his own. The wildcat did his best to continue to hide his trail, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before his brother ended up finding him. He had to prepare himself, but the last thing he expected from his brother who would most likely come after him, would be the nightmares that started to plague his mind. There were few creatures that he actually cared about in the large group of clans. So when he saw his family coming to the group of animals and slaughtering them all? It put him back into a panic. He had to be able to protect them. For once he had someone that he wanted to protect in his life, and he would dedicate his life to making sure that they were safe. If he didn't, it would be the same as him betraying them, a term that his brother used all the time of what would happen if he ever made a friend. Assassins weren't supposed to make friends after all. They were supposed to be loners. Not feel anything when they killed someone. He didn't want that life anymore. Ultimately, his brother found him and beat him to the point of death. Breaking almost every bone in his body, ripping skin and extracting the metal claws from his front paws. The claws that he had been given to him when he was just a kitten through the use of surgery. Having been trained by the brother that had attacked him, it meant the other knew exactly how to torture him considering the factor that through the tortures he had been put through, he was going to attack the most sensitive areas of his body. On top of physically hurting him, his older brother ended up putting doubts in his mind. Doubts that would remain with him for this very day.
Even if Shadowclan did end up healing him up and wanting to take revenge for the injuries he had gotten, did they really care? Or was it just their morals that were kicking in? He didn't know anymore. He didn't KNOW anymore. All he knew as more and more of them began to disappear he was going to have to leave that place. There was nothing for him there. Considering how the world worked, he was bound to come across a clan sooner or later.
Killua was quick to notice the chill that was starting to develop as he grew closer to the area. The young male hadn't bothered to ask around the place whether or not this was actually a clan or not. One thing was for sure, it did bring out a bit of nostalgia for him. The only thing that this place was missing was the floating islands that belonged to Blizzardclan while he lived there. Was this a wise choice though? He knew that he would probably just bring the danger of his brother along with him, but he had to interact with someone. Being alone would probably just drive him crazy with the contradicting thoughts anyway. The snow crunched underneath his paws, although it was barely audible thanks to the powers that he had in the first place. His sapphire blue eyes were extremely attentive, and the large ears that were perched on his head made it extremely easy to listen for any movements that were around him. The other color that was obvious against his body though was the fact that there was pink around the sheathes of his paw. It seemed as if the skin there had been peeled away and the area was inflamed with the stitches that were there. Considering that his older brother had ripped the claws that had been crafted for him when he was younger meant that he was going to need another pair. After all, his claws were almost a prized position. He didn't know how much he ended up paying the surgeon out in the middle of nowhere as long as the other did it right. Which he had to admit the other did a pretty damn good job despite the area being incredibly sore. The other had told him not to put too much pressure on them for the past couple of days, and Killua would keep that in mind. The last thing he needed was to go back and have to do it all over again. It would be a waste of time. Fresh scars covered his entire body. Massive claw marks running down the left side of his body, the fur parting away to show how the scar covered practically his entire side. Obviously, this was made by a massive creature, his brother was a large black tiger after all. There were scars around his eyes where his brother had tried to rip out his eyes. The pink flesh obvious against his stark white fur. The rest of the wounds that had been given to him during the fight were completely hidden now thanks to his unusually long white fur. Killua didn' say anything though as he made his way through the territory of the clan. The place seemed like an easy place for him to settle down. But he wasn't about to direct attention toward him. He would much rather see how the clan acted toward those that were trespassing on their land. A bored look was spread across the assassin's facial features as he debated what his next move would be. Turning on his invisibility wouldn't help because then they would never see him. Instead,
the wildcat would teleport himself up into one of the many pine trees, laying on a branch. No clan scent clung to him,
and he raised one of his healing paws and conjured up a lollipop. Which he quickly plopped into his mouth. Now was just a waiting game. Not like it would be hard to see an albino serval up in the tree anyway. If they didn't look up, then the scent of the candy would tell them where he was at.
clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO