03-29-2018, 12:46 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua would be lying if he said that he was used to the voice that he had in his head. The voice didn't usually talk to him in complete sentences, and the voice that spoke was few and far between. The assassin of course knew who the voice belonged to, and it belonged to his damned brother of all things. The one that had trained him to be an assassin, which made it extremely difficult to function properly when it came to dealing with the clans. He knew what could possibly happen if his brother finally took control over his body. He didn't know how the other was capbale of doing something like that, but he had done it a couple times from what he could remember. There was a chance that his oldest brother had to be close to the area to be able to do something like that to him, but he wasn't entirely sure as he had never managed to test the theories he had about how his brothers powers even worked for that matter. Half of him said that he shouldn't worry about his brother and should just try to continue running away from him as long as possible. Because that would solve all of his problems. Moving from two groups of clans though that he had established himself in? He was tired of running. Sure, he couldn't exactly face up against his brother with his current powers, and who knows, there might never be a time that he could successfully attack his brother without nearly dying himself. They were Zoldyck's. They weren't allowed to kill each other. But torturing and permanently scarring one another? That was more than an option that everyone was willing to go with. Zoldyck's were also incredibly patient, so his brother would probably wait for the right time to make his appearance. His brother always came to ruin the fun, as it was probably orders given to him by his old man. Either way, after having nearly died from his last encounter with his brother, the voice in the back of his head didn't speak out to him recently. It had almost been a month since he heard the voice, and he was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to hear it again. Occasionally he could feel something painful around his forehead when he started to think about what his goals for not being an assassin would be, as if something was trying to change his way of thinking at the same time. However, he did hear a whisper in the back of his mind when he was dealing with someone that was a joiner. He didn't know why the whisper had appeared then and there as he wasn't thinking much when it came to the other male for that factor. Killua usually kept to himself at the moment, which is probably what his family would have wanted him to do so that he could feel secluded again. Feel like there was nothing out in this world for him. Driving him back to the life of an assassin, the weapon that they had designed him to be. Until that day comes though, he was going to make damn well sure that he went against their every wish.
What Killua was never able to fully realize, was that he had a device that was implanted into his body. A small needle that was implanted into his forehead when he was just a kitten. During his training around that age, he was often knocked out unconscious from the rigorous training, which would have given his brother a challenge to implant the needle into his body. The object had a soul fused inside of it, part of the soul that came from his older brother, and because the needle was inside of his body, it meant that it was able to latch onto Killua's emotions, actions, and mind. His oldest brother was capable of controlling the needle's influence from far away distances, meaning that he didn't even need to be remotely close to his little brother to make his life miserable. It was all fun and games but there were instances where Killua would randomly have an urge to slit someone's throat if they pissed him off enough. The wildcat had a lot on his plate, and he wouldn't mind starting fights as long as he could let loose some steam. He was currently on a record for not having killed one in the past couple of weeks, almost an entire month though. Killua could have spent his entire day on the border of this territory he knew nothing of. It was nice to look at, and the weather was certainly comfortable for the slight long furred serval that was sitting in the tree. He could be seen occasionally sinking his claws into one of the chocolates in the box that he had conjured, and then biting the chocolate off of his long metal claw. While he was eating, of course, his large radar-like ears were able to pick up the movement that was coming toward him. Killua gave no indication that he knew who was coming toward him until the creatue came into view. It was a domestic cat. Surprise no surprise there. This was obviously a clan and it was the most common species out of all of them. Bengal. The other was certainly a lot older than he was, and he certainly didn't look happy. This was going to be interesting for sure. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he took another bite of chocolate waiting for the other speak, and while the other was speaking he was chewing that piece of chocolate. He swallowed once the other was speaking. "Ascendants? That's a pretty interesting name for a group. So that's the name of this place?" Killua mostly hummed to himself. The name did have a nice ring to it in his mind. At this point, the apprentice was looking away from the bengal as he seemed to think for a couple of moments, before looking down at the male behind the border. He didn't seem to be that much of a threat. "Well obviously this is someone's territory. Who doesn't know what the hell a scent marker is? Every animal does, it literally is instinct." Killua would huff toward the other, rolling his eyes slightly. Did the other think that he was trying to cause trouble here? How hard was it just to have a simple conversation? "Not much really. I was honestly just looking to have a chat with someone since I've been bored lately. If you aren't up for the , of course,rse I'd be more than willing to wait for someone else." There was nothing criminal about that right? The albino serval would shrug his shoulders as he spoke, taking out another piece of chocolate from the box, throwing it into his mouth. How would the other react? Killua honestly expected the other to attack him or tell him to leave. It wasn't like he was going to still their food, there was no need to when he could conjure whatever the hell he wanted.
What Killua was never able to fully realize, was that he had a device that was implanted into his body. A small needle that was implanted into his forehead when he was just a kitten. During his training around that age, he was often knocked out unconscious from the rigorous training, which would have given his brother a challenge to implant the needle into his body. The object had a soul fused inside of it, part of the soul that came from his older brother, and because the needle was inside of his body, it meant that it was able to latch onto Killua's emotions, actions, and mind. His oldest brother was capable of controlling the needle's influence from far away distances, meaning that he didn't even need to be remotely close to his little brother to make his life miserable. It was all fun and games but there were instances where Killua would randomly have an urge to slit someone's throat if they pissed him off enough. The wildcat had a lot on his plate, and he wouldn't mind starting fights as long as he could let loose some steam. He was currently on a record for not having killed one in the past couple of weeks, almost an entire month though. Killua could have spent his entire day on the border of this territory he knew nothing of. It was nice to look at, and the weather was certainly comfortable for the slight long furred serval that was sitting in the tree. He could be seen occasionally sinking his claws into one of the chocolates in the box that he had conjured, and then biting the chocolate off of his long metal claw. While he was eating, of course, his large radar-like ears were able to pick up the movement that was coming toward him. Killua gave no indication that he knew who was coming toward him until the creatue came into view. It was a domestic cat. Surprise no surprise there. This was obviously a clan and it was the most common species out of all of them. Bengal. The other was certainly a lot older than he was, and he certainly didn't look happy. This was going to be interesting for sure. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he took another bite of chocolate waiting for the other speak, and while the other was speaking he was chewing that piece of chocolate. He swallowed once the other was speaking. "Ascendants? That's a pretty interesting name for a group. So that's the name of this place?" Killua mostly hummed to himself. The name did have a nice ring to it in his mind. At this point, the apprentice was looking away from the bengal as he seemed to think for a couple of moments, before looking down at the male behind the border. He didn't seem to be that much of a threat. "Well obviously this is someone's territory. Who doesn't know what the hell a scent marker is? Every animal does, it literally is instinct." Killua would huff toward the other, rolling his eyes slightly. Did the other think that he was trying to cause trouble here? How hard was it just to have a simple conversation? "Not much really. I was honestly just looking to have a chat with someone since I've been bored lately. If you aren't up for the , of course,rse I'd be more than willing to wait for someone else." There was nothing criminal about that right? The albino serval would shrug his shoulders as he spoke, taking out another piece of chocolate from the box, throwing it into his mouth. How would the other react? Killua honestly expected the other to attack him or tell him to leave. It wasn't like he was going to still their food, there was no need to when he could conjure whatever the hell he wanted.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO