04-01-2018, 08:48 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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It was safe to say that Killua often didn't along with those that were around him. He came off as someone that didn't care until his interest was peaked. Which was certainly true when it came to dealing with the clans in the first place. The assassin had no reason to care about others as they wouldn't even remotely care about the likes of him. One of the many reasons why he never revealed all that much about himself. When one joined a clan, one would think that they would treat those that lived in the place like those that were family. Well if he treated the group like his family, it wouldn't be the best method to go at them against as his family had nearly tortured him to death all things considered. Killua wasn't going to trust creatures that he simply knew the name of. That would just be a waste of times as he knew that clanners came and went with the groups that they lived in. It was either the fact that they just upped and disappeared, or they ended up dying at the paws of other creatures in the area. Feral or not, they were still going to die a horrible death. Dying just meant that they were weak and it was their fault for not making sure that they were prepared for any sort of situation that was given toward them. Killua kept up this mindset for the past two clans that he decided to live in for a extended period of time. If someone wanted to know him, then they would come toward him and try to ask him questions that he would probably lie about. If they didn't want to know him, then he wasn't going to approach someone that he didn't consider to be all that interesting. The assassin was till a child at heart, and if found anything to be unique and interesting in his mind he would be quick to latch onto it. Anything that would keep him from being incredibly bored while he wasted away in the clans waiting for something to happen. He knew that he was usually patient in most regards. Being with his family meant that he had no choice but to actually be patient as he needed to wait for the right moment to kill someone if they were his target. Now that he wasn't killing anymore? His patience was starting to wear thing as he wanted something to happen. His patience grew even thinner the less he had to do around a place like this. Animals in this clan seemed to be fairly calm in most regards with one another, and seemed to be happy with the way that they were. Killua didn't care how sweet they could possibly be. There was something that they were hiding from him, and he wasn't going to have any of it. The wildcat needed to get stronger, and there wasn't anyone in the group that he knew that would be willing to do such things. He had been the one to pay attention to all the joiners in the group, which just meant that he knew more than the rest of the clan put together. It was their fault if someone joined that ended up killing them off, as Killua pretty much let a joiner do whatever the hell they wanted. It wasn't his business to ask unless they were thinking about torturing the group then maybe he would have a second though. He didn't want anyone to really die anymore while he was around because if they died it meant that he also didn't get the chance to fight the one that did kill them. What kind of fun would that be? Exactly. Hell, they didn't even bother to try and sift through the memories of those that joined or even go to the point to have them swear that they weren't going to try and hurt those that were inside of the clan with ulterior motives. Sure it could mean that one could end up lying to the face of those that accepted them, but it was at least some form of security instead of letting them into the group instead.
There was, however, one animal that he didn't mind being around at all. The name that she went by was Amorette, someone that he didn't think he would grow close to as he was keeping his distance from everyone else. But when the clan he was in got stuck in the cave that he found, Amorette was there to keep him company. She kept her distance knew exactly what to say to interest the other. She still peaked his interest in the factor that she wore a raincoat and hid her face constantly. He wanted to know why. There was also the part where she gave him sweets and candy that actually weren't poisoned for once in his life. Which he gracelessly accepted from her. One of the quickest ways for anyone to get on Killua's good side was for them to give him some sort of sweet, no matter what kind of sweet it was he would eat anything that he could physically taste, thanks to the layers of scar tissue in his mouth it became increasingly difficult to eat things. Him and Amorette grew incredibly close to one another. They knew exactly how to interact with each other without treading on thin ice. Amorette never pried about his past. He never pried about hers. They ultimately grew close enough to one another that he considered her to be an adopted sister in sorts. She was a little bit older than him but not by that much. For once in his life, Killua had someone that he wanted to protect and keep happy. That happiness didn't last for very long when his brother was able to find out where he was in the group of clans. Nearly killing him. Killua knew that Illumi figured out that he had made a friend, and that Amorette would be targetted if he didn't do anything. So, he left. What other choice did he have? He had no choice but to leave in what he considered a way to protect her. He knew that she was tough. She had powers that could help her fight against enemies that dared to touch her. He always had faith that she was safe. Killua always had a knack for staying up in the trees, no matter which territory he was in. It was rare for the albino serval to go into open spaces considering that it would be easier for an enemy to find him in an open space compared to that of a tree. He guessed that he was lucky that he picked a place that basically matched the way him in every way. Except for his eyes obviously. The assassin wondered what a certain animal was doing off in the distance. His air elementals making it so that he didn't smell like anything and keeping his movements completely silent thanks to muffling the noise with each movement that he made. The albino serval noticed that the animal wasn't exactly alone and there was something moving by its side.
The hell was that? It had been years since Killua had seen a robot, and this immediately peeked his interesting considering that it was something unique and new that someone could bring to the clans. His metal claws flexed into the branch in anticipation as he watched the other walk around, seemingly talking to the robot. Sadly, Killua was a bit of a distance away and could only hear bits and pieces with his own hearing at what he was saying. The other didn't smell like a clanner, so maybe he was just a rogue. Either way didn't matter as the other made his way toward the cave, Killua keeping his distance, lowering his body onto the branches that he would leap onto. His sapphire blue eyes calculating with each movement that he made. Killua jumped to the next branch so he would be able to hear what the other was saying. "I'm starting to have second thoughts. . . Amorette. . ." Killua immediately stopped all of his movements. He stopped breathing. His eyes went wide. How. How did this guy know that name? Was he delusional? A coincidence? Frustration bubbled up in his chest as he stood himself up completely on the branch, his lips curling into a soundless snarl. How did this bastard know his adopted sister? Had he done something to her? He didn't look that strong. That couldn't have happened. Even if the other didn't hurt his adopted sister, it still meant that he knew information about her. Something that Killua would be more than willing to threaten for. It had only been a couple weeks since the incident with his brother, and the wounds that his brother had given him were still visible by the pink scars that covered a bast majority of his body. Killua let himself drop down onto the snow below, his paws silent as they landed. Killua had ended up landing a little bit of a distance behind them, around five feet apart from the two that were standing in front of the cave. "How do you know that name?" Killua growled, not caring if he took the other by some sort of surprise. His long metal claws flexed into the ground. The temperature of the nearby atmosphere seemed to drop by a couple considerable degrees. The lights in his eyes almost over as he was resorting back to his bad habit again. Threatening those that he didn't even know. Obviously what Killua said was a threat, and whether the other was going to be afraid or not would depend on his response.
There was, however, one animal that he didn't mind being around at all. The name that she went by was Amorette, someone that he didn't think he would grow close to as he was keeping his distance from everyone else. But when the clan he was in got stuck in the cave that he found, Amorette was there to keep him company. She kept her distance knew exactly what to say to interest the other. She still peaked his interest in the factor that she wore a raincoat and hid her face constantly. He wanted to know why. There was also the part where she gave him sweets and candy that actually weren't poisoned for once in his life. Which he gracelessly accepted from her. One of the quickest ways for anyone to get on Killua's good side was for them to give him some sort of sweet, no matter what kind of sweet it was he would eat anything that he could physically taste, thanks to the layers of scar tissue in his mouth it became increasingly difficult to eat things. Him and Amorette grew incredibly close to one another. They knew exactly how to interact with each other without treading on thin ice. Amorette never pried about his past. He never pried about hers. They ultimately grew close enough to one another that he considered her to be an adopted sister in sorts. She was a little bit older than him but not by that much. For once in his life, Killua had someone that he wanted to protect and keep happy. That happiness didn't last for very long when his brother was able to find out where he was in the group of clans. Nearly killing him. Killua knew that Illumi figured out that he had made a friend, and that Amorette would be targetted if he didn't do anything. So, he left. What other choice did he have? He had no choice but to leave in what he considered a way to protect her. He knew that she was tough. She had powers that could help her fight against enemies that dared to touch her. He always had faith that she was safe. Killua always had a knack for staying up in the trees, no matter which territory he was in. It was rare for the albino serval to go into open spaces considering that it would be easier for an enemy to find him in an open space compared to that of a tree. He guessed that he was lucky that he picked a place that basically matched the way him in every way. Except for his eyes obviously. The assassin wondered what a certain animal was doing off in the distance. His air elementals making it so that he didn't smell like anything and keeping his movements completely silent thanks to muffling the noise with each movement that he made. The albino serval noticed that the animal wasn't exactly alone and there was something moving by its side.
The hell was that? It had been years since Killua had seen a robot, and this immediately peeked his interesting considering that it was something unique and new that someone could bring to the clans. His metal claws flexed into the branch in anticipation as he watched the other walk around, seemingly talking to the robot. Sadly, Killua was a bit of a distance away and could only hear bits and pieces with his own hearing at what he was saying. The other didn't smell like a clanner, so maybe he was just a rogue. Either way didn't matter as the other made his way toward the cave, Killua keeping his distance, lowering his body onto the branches that he would leap onto. His sapphire blue eyes calculating with each movement that he made. Killua jumped to the next branch so he would be able to hear what the other was saying. "I'm starting to have second thoughts. . . Amorette. . ." Killua immediately stopped all of his movements. He stopped breathing. His eyes went wide. How. How did this guy know that name? Was he delusional? A coincidence? Frustration bubbled up in his chest as he stood himself up completely on the branch, his lips curling into a soundless snarl. How did this bastard know his adopted sister? Had he done something to her? He didn't look that strong. That couldn't have happened. Even if the other didn't hurt his adopted sister, it still meant that he knew information about her. Something that Killua would be more than willing to threaten for. It had only been a couple weeks since the incident with his brother, and the wounds that his brother had given him were still visible by the pink scars that covered a bast majority of his body. Killua let himself drop down onto the snow below, his paws silent as they landed. Killua had ended up landing a little bit of a distance behind them, around five feet apart from the two that were standing in front of the cave. "How do you know that name?" Killua growled, not caring if he took the other by some sort of surprise. His long metal claws flexed into the ground. The temperature of the nearby atmosphere seemed to drop by a couple considerable degrees. The lights in his eyes almost over as he was resorting back to his bad habit again. Threatening those that he didn't even know. Obviously what Killua said was a threat, and whether the other was going to be afraid or not would depend on his response.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO