03-29-2018, 12:19 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua knew that him being stealthy could be annoying to most creatures. It was barely something that Killua could even remotely control even if he tried to be as loud as possible. He had the teachings that his older brother had given in ingrained into his mind to the point that it would always be impossible for him to forgot the training that he had endured when he was just a kitten. The assasins had always needed to be stealthy because it was a means of protection and it was a huge asset to use against those that he didn't exactly trust. This usually put others on edge when they realized that hey would probably never hear him coming. Which was the point, if they had to constantly worry about where he was at all times, then it was just a sign that they weren't someone that would warm up to him all that quickly in the end. Which was fine with Killua, but he would honestly really take anyone right now that even remotely peeked his interest. How long could that possibly take? The population in this kind of area was certainly small as he heard several times over that these groups had just formed one another. Whether or not these groups would actually stay together was another issue. He didn't want to have to go through back to the other group of clans just yet. There was a chance that his family could end up having a headquarters there or have stationed his other brothers there to make sure that he didn't fall down the same path that he had been punished for going down. Killua didn't care about his family all that much, while they seemed to care about him a little bit too much for his liking. Killua also had to retain his stealthy nature if he ran into his family again. Depending on who he was going to come face to face with depended on whether or not his stealth would actually help him in that instance. If he was going against his oldest brother then his stealth would be completely useless and he would have to rely on his physical strength to try and get him out of the area as quick as possible. Using his speed definitely helped him get away from most of those that tried to catch him. It helped that he was the second fast land animal in the world, not needing any sort of power to get up to almost the speed of a cheetah. He had an issue when it came to his stamina and could only hold a state like that, which his older brother knew exactly what to do. Illumi would just exhaust him and Killua would be at the other's mercy, having no choice but just to accept the punishment that was dealt toward him. Something like this was extremely common though in the Zoldyck family, as they would much rather talk with their fangs and teeth than actually have an actual discussion. This doesn't mean that the entire family is barbaric and idiotic, instead, it was the complete opposite. They were incredibly smart and had brawns to back it up, which made them extremely lethal to go up against. Killua himself was more than capable of thinking up an entirely new strategy or setting up a trap for his enemy to fall into. He was a trickster, and he enjoyed every minute of most fights as long as he was winning. Killua did get laughs when he was around the clanners and was able to see the visible jump in their body when they realized that he was there. He was able to read body language quite easily, and it gave him satisfaction that he still had enough skill to at least take clanners off guard here and there. Either way, he didn't have to worry about any other groups at the moment, not considering them a threat due to the lack of animals that were in each group. This made him cocky and made him think that he could get away with everything.
Of course Killua noticed the similarity between the way he looked and the clouded leopard. Did that mean he felt any sort of connection toward her? Absolutely not. He had simply inherited the albinism that ran within his family, which his father and grandfather had. He was the only one that had ended up inheriting it out of the rest of his three brothers that came before him. The assassin guessed that was the reason they thought that he wanted to be the heir to the family business because of the way he looked. A ridiculous notion in his mind, but he wasn't about to argue with those that weren't willing to change their mind. Most could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't a regular clanner, or even a regular child for that matter. He remembered some victims saying that his eyes perceived an underworldly matter. The thought almost made him laugh because he didn't think that really made any sense. When someone thought of hell the thought of red. Not blue eyes staring back at them. Watching the other suddenly realize that she was finally being watched made a smirk spread across the male's jaws in satisfaction of taking the other off guard. The only factor that gave him away was, of course, the lollipop that he was eating, which was the point as he wasn't going to wait here for hours waiting for her to look up. That would be the opposite of what he really wanted to do. The albino serval listened to the female as he spoke. The female seemed to be the kind-hearted sort, meaning that she would probably fit in quite well in this place. Everyone always seemed to have smiles plastered on their face, which often just confused the hell out of him as to why they were all so damn happy and if they were hiding something. Raising one of his paws, he placed the lollipop stick in between his toes so that he could probably hold it and speak at the same time. "Well, you found the right place. This place is called Snowbound, kinda ironic name if you ask me." Killua would state again in another bored tone. As far as he figured out, nothing interesting had really caught his eye in this place. Except for the abundant amount of sweets this place constantly had at the ready and that there were plenty of animals that baked. Strange, but not unwelcome. "Not really any sort of requirements. You're basically free to walk over the border and say you're a member and you're good to go." Killua's tone almost sounded like he was complaining, which he kinda was. What he did like though was the way the other was addressing him. With respect. That was all the young apprentice really asked for when it came to meeting others. The albino serval would stick the lollipop back into his mouth, before getting up onto his paws and letting himself drop down from the branch that he was on, keeping his distance from the clouded leopard. Even if he was on the other side of the border of Snowbound, he certainly didn't smell like a member at all. "Name's Killua." The former deputy would introduce himself with a curt nod. Although, he seemed to feel slightly uncomfortable stating his name to a stranger. She seemed nice enough. But something in his gut was telling him to think twice. While he spoke as well, there was a small hint of his Japanese accent, but it was barely there. He enjoyed keeping it somewhat hidden so he wouldn't have to worry about others realizing he could speak another language. He kept mostly everyting secret to himself.
Of course Killua noticed the similarity between the way he looked and the clouded leopard. Did that mean he felt any sort of connection toward her? Absolutely not. He had simply inherited the albinism that ran within his family, which his father and grandfather had. He was the only one that had ended up inheriting it out of the rest of his three brothers that came before him. The assassin guessed that was the reason they thought that he wanted to be the heir to the family business because of the way he looked. A ridiculous notion in his mind, but he wasn't about to argue with those that weren't willing to change their mind. Most could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't a regular clanner, or even a regular child for that matter. He remembered some victims saying that his eyes perceived an underworldly matter. The thought almost made him laugh because he didn't think that really made any sense. When someone thought of hell the thought of red. Not blue eyes staring back at them. Watching the other suddenly realize that she was finally being watched made a smirk spread across the male's jaws in satisfaction of taking the other off guard. The only factor that gave him away was, of course, the lollipop that he was eating, which was the point as he wasn't going to wait here for hours waiting for her to look up. That would be the opposite of what he really wanted to do. The albino serval listened to the female as he spoke. The female seemed to be the kind-hearted sort, meaning that she would probably fit in quite well in this place. Everyone always seemed to have smiles plastered on their face, which often just confused the hell out of him as to why they were all so damn happy and if they were hiding something. Raising one of his paws, he placed the lollipop stick in between his toes so that he could probably hold it and speak at the same time. "Well, you found the right place. This place is called Snowbound, kinda ironic name if you ask me." Killua would state again in another bored tone. As far as he figured out, nothing interesting had really caught his eye in this place. Except for the abundant amount of sweets this place constantly had at the ready and that there were plenty of animals that baked. Strange, but not unwelcome. "Not really any sort of requirements. You're basically free to walk over the border and say you're a member and you're good to go." Killua's tone almost sounded like he was complaining, which he kinda was. What he did like though was the way the other was addressing him. With respect. That was all the young apprentice really asked for when it came to meeting others. The albino serval would stick the lollipop back into his mouth, before getting up onto his paws and letting himself drop down from the branch that he was on, keeping his distance from the clouded leopard. Even if he was on the other side of the border of Snowbound, he certainly didn't smell like a member at all. "Name's Killua." The former deputy would introduce himself with a curt nod. Although, he seemed to feel slightly uncomfortable stating his name to a stranger. She seemed nice enough. But something in his gut was telling him to think twice. While he spoke as well, there was a small hint of his Japanese accent, but it was barely there. He enjoyed keeping it somewhat hidden so he wouldn't have to worry about others realizing he could speak another language. He kept mostly everyting secret to himself.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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