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KILLUA
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Killua was never really that great when it came to normal social interactions with other animals. It wasn't like his family had expected him to try and make friends, and the one friend he did end up making he was forced to slaughter in his fathers chambers. Something that Killua would most likely never forget for the rest of his life, and certainly never forgive his father for making him do something like that. The assassin knew that he was capable of potentially being required to kill those that cared about more deeply than some would ever consider. However, he didn't know where any of those faces were animal. The assassin had no idea where his adopted sister was or even where the nice canine he ended up meeting went. They had lived in a group of clans that were similar to the ones that he was partaking in now. Would they somehow be able to figure out where he was now? His family being extremely dangerous just meant that everyone should avoid him, but part of him hoped that wouldn't happen and that others would willingly approach him. Sure, he could be a brat here and there, but most of what he said was just a joke. Older creatures weren't that great when it came to taking jokes and always took everything so seriously. If they wanted to take things seriously and try to be aggressive with him the assassin wouldn't be about to let them stop. It would be entertaining to him for a good amount of time to join in a fight or even a spar. The last time he had been in a fight had been against his older brother. The only creature he knew he wasn't capable of taking out compared to the rest of the clans that lived in the area. He had been beaten, and broken, and knew that if he had stayed in the place that he was starting to consider his home that it would only make situations worse for him. The wildcat needed another place that he could run to until he could get his barrings and not worry about his older brother practically trying to kill him. Killua was only afraid of one thing. That was his brother. If he was faced with a grotesque creature, he wouldn't even really turn an eye to it. He rarely found anyone that was stronger than he was, and rarely ever lost battles. He didn't know enough about the groups to figure out how strong all of them were though. It was only a matter of time before he did gather enough information to do something about it. If others knew what he was capable of and how dangerous he was, they would want him as far away as possible. Some considered him to be a monster. A murderer. He wouldn't turn down those titles because that would be turning away the truth of what he's done in his life. He wasn't a good guy. He was desperately trying to turn over a new leaf and leave his past behind. Some creatures were capable of looking beyond the facade that he always had on his face, while others just took him at face value. Which he considered somewhat annoyed because it just meant that most clanners were just too dense to figure out what else was going on. It was how he met someone that was practically his adopted sister that took care of him. Who he had to leave in order to protect her. A feeling that he never had in his life before. The former deputy needed to get stronger so that he would be capable of taking on his older brother in due time. He wasn't weak, but compared to the rest of his family, he was only the fourth strongest.
There were many different reasons why the assassin enjoyed eating so many sweets all the time. It was a means of a coping mechanism if he was going through a stressful time. It was almost hilarious to watch as others asked him why they never saw him eating anything else other than candy. Killua had his reasons. He couldn't taste regular food if the flavor wasn't strong enough. Thanks to the torture his own family had put him through, he had nothing but scar tissue inside of his mouth, and his taste buds never fully formed back onto his tongue. Meaning that everything that wasn't incredibly sweet just ended up tasting like cardboard to him. He ate sweets all the time because it allowed him to be able to taste something even if its just a couple moments. In the clan that he had stayed with for a significant amount of time, his addiction spread around to the other places, so that each time he approached them most usually had candy at hand. It was the easiest way to keep him calm, and it was good conversation topic at the same time. Candy brought others together. It was almost amazing as to how Killua didn't have cavities at all since he just seemed to eat candy all the time. Which definitely wasn't healthy, as he only ate something that was actually protein only once a day, which usually consisted of a mouse and nothing else. There wasn't anyone around to be his impulse control anymore. which didn't help when he was primarily self-destructive in several different matters. The assassin knew it was only going to be a short matter of time before someone ended up finding him. After all, he wasn't trying to be stealthy at the moment, and since these places were new it meant that they were going to do their best to keep their borders safe from strangers that may stumble upon them if they weren't careful enough. Killua impaled one of the pieces of chocolate with his sharp metal claw, carefully using it to plop the sweet into his mouth. While that was happening, the albino serval was able to hear pawsteps that were coming toward him and turned his sapphire blue gaze to look down at a dark-hued domestic cat. She, well, she didn't look like she was going to try and be angry at him for being up in the tree not really doing anything. That was certainly a change of pace for him. He flicked one of his ears as he stared back right at her until she asked the question that he wasn't really expecting. The male would raise a nonexistent eyebrow toward the female when she asked him what he was holding in his paws. He situated himself better on his branch so that he was sitting up instead of laying down now. Did she not know what this stuff was? Oh well. "It's candy, or really well sweets. Its chocolate. Most can't eat this stuff but its pretty damn good." Killua stated calmly as he reached into the small box and pulled out another square of chocolate before opening his mouth and eating the piece. He did let it melt in his mouth for a couple seconds. Moving himself back down into a laying position, he thought for what he was going to ask her. "So, care to tell me what this place is called? Also, what's your name?" Killua simply sounded curious when he asked. He wasn't being rude, but it would be somewhat obvious that he didn't state his name first. However, quick movements caught his attention coming toward where he was now. Which seemed to change his demeanor for a couple of moments as he tried to figure out if someone was running to try and attack him for a couple moments. The spotted pelt certainly meant that it was some kind of wildcat and not something that was really domestic. Especially with what the size of the silhouette was. Next, he felt a small vibration through the tree, and he leaned over a little bit so he could look down to see a clouded leopard that had just ran into the tree. Wait. Had that really just happened? Killua couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Something that he hasn't done in a while, the feline reminded him of a certain someone. Which he tried not to think about too much. "Did you rattle your brain in your head with that impact?" Killua teased as he stopped laughing, a playful smirk spreading across his lips. The other didn't seem to be that old, and he was quick to actually introduce him. And acted as if nothing had happened. He noticed the other's line of sight toward the box of chocolates in his paws. Oh? Now this should be some fun. "Phoebus huh? What do I get in return for givin' ya a piece? And sure you won't make yourself sick?" He was messing with the other, which was obvious with the smirk that was still on his face. Killua had been around most creatures that weren't capable of eating chocolate because it was toxic to most animals in large batches. However, everyone in Snowbound seemed to be capable of ingesting some of the stuff like it was in their everyday diet. Maybe their was a small change of evolution in the area, he wasn't entirely sure. To tease the other a little bit more, he would shake the box of chocolates so that the clouded leopard would hear the chocolate shaking around.
There were many different reasons why the assassin enjoyed eating so many sweets all the time. It was a means of a coping mechanism if he was going through a stressful time. It was almost hilarious to watch as others asked him why they never saw him eating anything else other than candy. Killua had his reasons. He couldn't taste regular food if the flavor wasn't strong enough. Thanks to the torture his own family had put him through, he had nothing but scar tissue inside of his mouth, and his taste buds never fully formed back onto his tongue. Meaning that everything that wasn't incredibly sweet just ended up tasting like cardboard to him. He ate sweets all the time because it allowed him to be able to taste something even if its just a couple moments. In the clan that he had stayed with for a significant amount of time, his addiction spread around to the other places, so that each time he approached them most usually had candy at hand. It was the easiest way to keep him calm, and it was good conversation topic at the same time. Candy brought others together. It was almost amazing as to how Killua didn't have cavities at all since he just seemed to eat candy all the time. Which definitely wasn't healthy, as he only ate something that was actually protein only once a day, which usually consisted of a mouse and nothing else. There wasn't anyone around to be his impulse control anymore. which didn't help when he was primarily self-destructive in several different matters. The assassin knew it was only going to be a short matter of time before someone ended up finding him. After all, he wasn't trying to be stealthy at the moment, and since these places were new it meant that they were going to do their best to keep their borders safe from strangers that may stumble upon them if they weren't careful enough. Killua impaled one of the pieces of chocolate with his sharp metal claw, carefully using it to plop the sweet into his mouth. While that was happening, the albino serval was able to hear pawsteps that were coming toward him and turned his sapphire blue gaze to look down at a dark-hued domestic cat. She, well, she didn't look like she was going to try and be angry at him for being up in the tree not really doing anything. That was certainly a change of pace for him. He flicked one of his ears as he stared back right at her until she asked the question that he wasn't really expecting. The male would raise a nonexistent eyebrow toward the female when she asked him what he was holding in his paws. He situated himself better on his branch so that he was sitting up instead of laying down now. Did she not know what this stuff was? Oh well. "It's candy, or really well sweets. Its chocolate. Most can't eat this stuff but its pretty damn good." Killua stated calmly as he reached into the small box and pulled out another square of chocolate before opening his mouth and eating the piece. He did let it melt in his mouth for a couple seconds. Moving himself back down into a laying position, he thought for what he was going to ask her. "So, care to tell me what this place is called? Also, what's your name?" Killua simply sounded curious when he asked. He wasn't being rude, but it would be somewhat obvious that he didn't state his name first. However, quick movements caught his attention coming toward where he was now. Which seemed to change his demeanor for a couple of moments as he tried to figure out if someone was running to try and attack him for a couple moments. The spotted pelt certainly meant that it was some kind of wildcat and not something that was really domestic. Especially with what the size of the silhouette was. Next, he felt a small vibration through the tree, and he leaned over a little bit so he could look down to see a clouded leopard that had just ran into the tree. Wait. Had that really just happened? Killua couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Something that he hasn't done in a while, the feline reminded him of a certain someone. Which he tried not to think about too much. "Did you rattle your brain in your head with that impact?" Killua teased as he stopped laughing, a playful smirk spreading across his lips. The other didn't seem to be that old, and he was quick to actually introduce him. And acted as if nothing had happened. He noticed the other's line of sight toward the box of chocolates in his paws. Oh? Now this should be some fun. "Phoebus huh? What do I get in return for givin' ya a piece? And sure you won't make yourself sick?" He was messing with the other, which was obvious with the smirk that was still on his face. Killua had been around most creatures that weren't capable of eating chocolate because it was toxic to most animals in large batches. However, everyone in Snowbound seemed to be capable of ingesting some of the stuff like it was in their everyday diet. Maybe their was a small change of evolution in the area, he wasn't entirely sure. To tease the other a little bit more, he would shake the box of chocolates so that the clouded leopard would hear the chocolate shaking around.
clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO