03-31-2018, 12:55 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had never ended up becoming homesick his entire life. He was honestly ecstatic that he had finally managed to leave the home that he didn't want to be in anymore. Anything to get away from the family that just continued to smother him to the point that he suffocated. He just couldn't take it anymore, and he just wanted to live out his own life without his family constantly dictating what he should and shouldn't do with his life. If the only way to get away from his family would have been to another dimension, Killua would have jumped through it without a moments notice. Although, his family would have most likely devised a way to try and get through the same portal as he was so precious and they had spent so many different resources on him already that there wasn't a point to try and actually waste any of it. That is exactly what they thought when he said that he didn't want to continue the damned family business again. Being as young as he was at that time, they immediately brought up the argument that he was too young to understand. Killua understood plenty though as they had taught him what to expect the world when he finally did go outside. When he had brought up the topic, he had already killed several targets outside of the castle that he had been raised in. Killua understood how hard it would be for him to survive in a world like that, but he would rather test his luck out there than with the rest of his family. He knew that they were powerful, and if they really wanted him to stay they could have easily forced him not to go anywhere. Killua did manage to throw them off of his trail for a while, he wasn't supposed to be the heir for nothing. He knew the way that his family worked and tried to keep everything hidden from them. He did have to leave his family by force though, which meant he ended up attacking his mother and Milluki, one of his older brothers. Killua didn't feel any sympathy toward the two of them. His mother was obsessive and probably one of his family members that he cared the least in. Hell, his parents didn't even raise him in most regards. They just stood off to the side while Illumi constantly trained him over the months that he was young. He didn't have a lot of emotional bonds when it came to his family. In fact, the only bond that he probably had was with one of the butlers that were there, who was actually around his age. Killua didn't care enough though to stay around to interact with her. In his mind, she was just a butler and nothing else. The assassin just had to get away and go somewhere. He knew that there were plenty of different clans that were all different that he could go to. If Killua wanted to, he could give out all the information out about the Zoldyck family to those that would probably know about them, and give them specific ways to go and kill them, for payment obviously. Killua knew that if he did that though, it would also make him a target. Whether or not he stated he was in the business or not he would always have a bounty on his head. He urged anyone that wanted to try and remove the bounty from his head to give it a go, and see how long it would take them to land in their grave. Killua was raised without any sort of mercy toward others, and he would keep that to himself forever. He could be kind, but there was a factor whether or not his kindness was genuine, or just a rouse to try and get someone on his side. Fooling someone with kindness was the easiest way to learn more about them. Which is why Killua is confused all the time as to why everyone in this place was kind at least toward him and even everyone else. Sure there were exceptions here and there, but he didn't understand what they get out of it.
They could end up getting more members for establishing a reputation around the groups that they were the nicest out of all of them. However, that would also make them a target as it makes them feel as if they were weak compared to the rest. He can't wait till they ends up becoming an issue as he can finally sink his claws into something. Having not much to do with the clan meant that he ends up developing an itch to do something. Really anything to keep him busy, which sometimes his choices aren't exactly morally sound. Killua did, however, miss someone. Two to be exact. Someone that he had almost considered to be a mentor to him for the short time that he was around. Then there was his adopted sister, Amorette. He didn't want to have to leave her behind. He was given no choice once his older brother got involved with his life again. Nearly killing him with his attacks, the fear so striking that he couldn't even defend himself. It was a curse that he would bear for the rest of his life. Killua often spent most of his time going scouting out the territory. At this point, he had almost memorized every bit of the territory, down to the certain trees he ended up passing by. He, of course, explored the area with the albino black mamba that was around his neck when he walked around. The assassin's body heat keeping the snake warm. He had never considered the other to be a type of pet in most regards when he had left the last clan that he had been, he didn't expect the snake to try and follow him. Besides, he didn't brainwash the other to like him, he saved the snakes life and it imprinted on him in the process. Killua sadly didn't know every name that was in the group. He had great hearing, but he didn't have the ability to hear long distances to overhear conversations that he wasn't a part of. He had been there to great every joiner he was pretty sure, so he was keeping tabs on who entered the border and who were leaving for the most part. Keeping track of that information was again a fairly bad habit for the former assassin. Blinking his sapphire blue optics, the young male had been leaping from branch to branch when he saw a large figure in the distance. There was only one large animal that was currently around in the group as far as he could tell. Leigh. The unicorn. Using his claws to give him extra grip on the snow covered branches, Killua arrived on the scene with Koru around his neck. The albino serval looked down into a snow and noticed carvings that he couldn't recognize. It was a language that he actually didn't recognize. Interesting. His attention turned toward the Snowbound leader before turning to look at the crow that was just sitting there. Moving into a laying position on the branch that he was on, he raised one of his paws to conjure up a lollipop that he quickly popped into his mouth. "Pretty neat. What language is that?" Killua asked calmly, although he seemed rather bored at the moment. He was curious enough to stick around and see if the other answered. Compared to Leigh though, he didn't introduce himself, finding no need to.
They could end up getting more members for establishing a reputation around the groups that they were the nicest out of all of them. However, that would also make them a target as it makes them feel as if they were weak compared to the rest. He can't wait till they ends up becoming an issue as he can finally sink his claws into something. Having not much to do with the clan meant that he ends up developing an itch to do something. Really anything to keep him busy, which sometimes his choices aren't exactly morally sound. Killua did, however, miss someone. Two to be exact. Someone that he had almost considered to be a mentor to him for the short time that he was around. Then there was his adopted sister, Amorette. He didn't want to have to leave her behind. He was given no choice once his older brother got involved with his life again. Nearly killing him with his attacks, the fear so striking that he couldn't even defend himself. It was a curse that he would bear for the rest of his life. Killua often spent most of his time going scouting out the territory. At this point, he had almost memorized every bit of the territory, down to the certain trees he ended up passing by. He, of course, explored the area with the albino black mamba that was around his neck when he walked around. The assassin's body heat keeping the snake warm. He had never considered the other to be a type of pet in most regards when he had left the last clan that he had been, he didn't expect the snake to try and follow him. Besides, he didn't brainwash the other to like him, he saved the snakes life and it imprinted on him in the process. Killua sadly didn't know every name that was in the group. He had great hearing, but he didn't have the ability to hear long distances to overhear conversations that he wasn't a part of. He had been there to great every joiner he was pretty sure, so he was keeping tabs on who entered the border and who were leaving for the most part. Keeping track of that information was again a fairly bad habit for the former assassin. Blinking his sapphire blue optics, the young male had been leaping from branch to branch when he saw a large figure in the distance. There was only one large animal that was currently around in the group as far as he could tell. Leigh. The unicorn. Using his claws to give him extra grip on the snow covered branches, Killua arrived on the scene with Koru around his neck. The albino serval looked down into a snow and noticed carvings that he couldn't recognize. It was a language that he actually didn't recognize. Interesting. His attention turned toward the Snowbound leader before turning to look at the crow that was just sitting there. Moving into a laying position on the branch that he was on, he raised one of his paws to conjure up a lollipop that he quickly popped into his mouth. "Pretty neat. What language is that?" Killua asked calmly, although he seemed rather bored at the moment. He was curious enough to stick around and see if the other answered. Compared to Leigh though, he didn't introduce himself, finding no need to.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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