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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Violence had practically been bred into his nature once he came into this world. Coming from a family that was already considered to be extremely dangerous and violent it was only assumed that he would be following in the footsteps. Despite his entire family being power houses, they didn't hide themselves from those around the world. There wasn't any reason to hide their existence unless they were going undercover or if revealing who they were would hamper the mission that they were currently on. They weren't idiots when it came to their reputation after all, and knew when it was the right time to sit down and talk and when it was the right time to take action. The locals that lived around the mountain that they occupied practically made it an attraction to come and see them that were there. Few tried to enter through the gate, simply because of the factor that it was extremely heavy, and instead opted to go to the side door instead. Which they were usually eaten by the guard dog that laid in wait behind that exact wall in the first place. Most animals didn't know the appearance of any of the Zoldyck members, and that is exactly how they wanted it to stay. It didn't really matter if someone decided that they were going to try and kill them because it would be worth a challenge. Considering he was an assassin, he had attempts on his own life before. Some of which had been assigned by his own brother as a means of his training if he was being followed and how he would react to it. His brother often did test son him without Killua not even realizing what was happening until it was ultimately too late for anyone to do anything about it. Killua never suffered any life-threatening injuries from those that tried to kill him, meaning that he had a lot of faith in his innate skills when it came to fighting off others. He had only lost one in a fight, but that was months ago. He was a lot stronger now, and he believed that if he was given the same mission again he could take on the clan leader that he had failed to kill before because he had underestimated her. There were reasons why he acted like he didn't care when it came to exploring the territories. He had confidence that if anyone attacked him, they would immediately regret it. He didn't have enough skill to make it so that he kept his strength to a minimum when it came to going up against someone that was much weaker than him and when he didn't want to kill them. Somewhat difficult, and since he didn't exactly want to spar with anyone in fear of giving away too many of his powers, he wasn't able to train himself well enough to keep his power under control most of the time. There had been plenty of instances where his air elementals simply grew out of control due to his emotions, changing the temperature of nearby areas, even changing the temperature of his skin as well. He was trying to get better at the urges that he constantly had. He could deal with mocking those around him, and passive-aggressively threatening them as well. How would he feel if he went up against them at an all-out fight however? Killua wasn't sure as he hadn't fought anyone in quite a long time. Was there a chance he could have grown rusty in that regard? Possibly.
But he had plenty of tricks up his sleeves, and he most likely had his powers a lot longer than any of the animals that were currently in the clans. Few were often born with their powers and only trained to use them when they were an apprentice. He was trained when to use his powers when he was just a kitten. He had more experience than most of the creatures when it came to the clans, making it so that one look at someone would let him know whether or not he would be able to take them on. Never take on fights that he couldn't win. Killua knew that much, but all the clanners were the same. They were predictable. There was nothing else to it. The young male had wondered how the angered male would react to him. He could easily beat him in speed as long as the other didn't have teleportation. That power being somewhat rare to come by when it came to the clans anyway. The wildcat had documented what powers were found in the groups, which was a lot of powers to deal with. Sadly, he didn't know every power in existence. That wouldn't stop him though. The albino serval took out another piece of chocolate and realized how light the box weighed now. Looking down, he realized it was the last bit of his chocolate. What a pity. He threw the last piece of chocolate into his mouth and the box disappeared when a new face arrived. Swallowing the sweet, his attention was then turned toward the domestic cat that was below him. Oh? Did she belong here too? He had honestly started to think that he was only going to have the bengal to talk to the entire time. Bastille? Killua would make sure to memorize the other's male name just in case he needed to know it in the future. Killua shrugged his shoulders at the female's words. "I'm used to it. Most groups like these have at least one animal that acts like that." Killua stated calmly as he moved himself into a standing position on the branch that he was on. He thought it was somewhat ironic that the clans would be willing to let their clanmates be aggressive toward someone that could be equally as dangerous despite their current passive behavior. "What's your name?" Killua asked with childlike innocence. She had been the one to arrive and cool down the situation a little bit after all. When the bengal started to speak again, the assassin's attention drifted, and immediately his attention was peaked. Observatory? He, of course, knew what one of those was, and his ears almost seemed to perk up a little bit. "Observatory? No way that's so cool!" Killua said almost excitedly, as he knew what those were used for. Maneuvering himself, Killua would drop from the branch that he was on and land on the ground below in front of the two. However, his paws made no sound when they actually touched the ground. A grin spread across his facial features as he spoke again. "So I can go check the place out?" The apprentice would ask, still standing on his side of the border. Last thing he needed was to take one step across and have them attack him.
But he had plenty of tricks up his sleeves, and he most likely had his powers a lot longer than any of the animals that were currently in the clans. Few were often born with their powers and only trained to use them when they were an apprentice. He was trained when to use his powers when he was just a kitten. He had more experience than most of the creatures when it came to the clans, making it so that one look at someone would let him know whether or not he would be able to take them on. Never take on fights that he couldn't win. Killua knew that much, but all the clanners were the same. They were predictable. There was nothing else to it. The young male had wondered how the angered male would react to him. He could easily beat him in speed as long as the other didn't have teleportation. That power being somewhat rare to come by when it came to the clans anyway. The wildcat had documented what powers were found in the groups, which was a lot of powers to deal with. Sadly, he didn't know every power in existence. That wouldn't stop him though. The albino serval took out another piece of chocolate and realized how light the box weighed now. Looking down, he realized it was the last bit of his chocolate. What a pity. He threw the last piece of chocolate into his mouth and the box disappeared when a new face arrived. Swallowing the sweet, his attention was then turned toward the domestic cat that was below him. Oh? Did she belong here too? He had honestly started to think that he was only going to have the bengal to talk to the entire time. Bastille? Killua would make sure to memorize the other's male name just in case he needed to know it in the future. Killua shrugged his shoulders at the female's words. "I'm used to it. Most groups like these have at least one animal that acts like that." Killua stated calmly as he moved himself into a standing position on the branch that he was on. He thought it was somewhat ironic that the clans would be willing to let their clanmates be aggressive toward someone that could be equally as dangerous despite their current passive behavior. "What's your name?" Killua asked with childlike innocence. She had been the one to arrive and cool down the situation a little bit after all. When the bengal started to speak again, the assassin's attention drifted, and immediately his attention was peaked. Observatory? He, of course, knew what one of those was, and his ears almost seemed to perk up a little bit. "Observatory? No way that's so cool!" Killua said almost excitedly, as he knew what those were used for. Maneuvering himself, Killua would drop from the branch that he was on and land on the ground below in front of the two. However, his paws made no sound when they actually touched the ground. A grin spread across his facial features as he spoke again. "So I can go check the place out?" The apprentice would ask, still standing on his side of the border. Last thing he needed was to take one step across and have them attack him.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO