04-01-2018, 09:20 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had never been a protector. He had never been given the reason or really feeling to protect those that he didn't even know. The assassin had simply been raised to kill those that tried to protect others. Or simply kill those that had been asked to be killed for payment obviously. The assassin didn't care about protecting others when he was younger, as there was no need to. He wasn't allowed to have any sort of friends, and the only time he was outside of that damned castle, it was because of the factor that he had a job to do and was already paid for it. The Zoldyck's usually asked for payments in advance, but for harder jobs, they usually had to wait till the kill was made and then give the client prove that they have indeed managed to take the kill. When he was just a kitten, he was given what the laws of the world were like. It was kill or be killed and there was no such thing as fighting dirty when it came to survival. There shouldn't be any sort of honor when it came to fighting, as long as he won, that was all that really mattered. Which is why when it often came down to fights, Killua often expected others to do the same with him, but instead they had to fight in means that would give their opponet a means of possibly winning. What gave them the idea that the opponent wouldn't try to kill them in a fight? Killing an opponent would sure send a clear message on who not to mess with and who should most certainly stay away from. These groups had far too much mercy in that regard, but he had to admit the fact that he didn't enjoy the fact of killing apprentices. Killua wasn't a good guy in the means of the fact that he killed those that were around his age. Especially if the apprentice was the offspring of a leader or was related to someone that was extremely famous. This usually happened if someone held a grudge against the parent and simply wanted the kid dead. It was nothing personal that Killua would feel against those that he did end up killing. The Zoldyck's rarely holding a grudge against those that they came across in the first place out of consideration that it wasn't worth their time unless they had really done something to piss them off. The wildcat had yet to accept a job that made him kill someone younger than what would be an apprentice age. He had accepted a job once when he himself was barely an apprentice and thought nothing of it. He psyched himself up thinking that it was just going to be another job and that he would be in and out in a moments notice. The first few jobs that he took over the years, meant that he was going to be followed by his brother to make sure that he didn't fail. The Zoldyck's having never failed an assassination request. Which was one of the reason's as to why they were so highly regarded, but also heavily feared as well. Killua had found the target that he was supposed to kill, but instead of killing his target, he simply stood there. Looking at how the kitten was playing around with a butterfly that was fluttering around. Killua felt a small pain of jealousy out of consideration that he had never had the joys of playing around when he was younger.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to kill the kitten. It was during this time that his brother had appeared next t him, and told him how weak he was and that he shouldn't feel any sort of emotion before a kill. That he should just let his bloodlust take over instead of worrying about the possible development of his morals that he was going through. The young male watched as the black tiger approached the kitten, and of course with the youngster not thinking any better approached the larger creature. The kitten ended up getting a needle straight through the skull, which for once had caused Killua to wince. He didn't take up any more jobs that dealt with killing youngsters. He left that to his older brother all things considered. Most of the time when it came to the clans, Killua didn't bother to help them out in any sort of regard to their safety. If a group wanted to burn the entire clan to the ground, sure he would let them do it. But if they targeted him or if he wanted to stretch his limbs a little bit he would ultimately involve himself in the battle anyway. However, he wouldn't go out of his way to save someone's life if they meant nothing to him. Which had happened in the clan previously when they were raided by a group and Killua just wanted to have some fun, letting others get injured in the process just because he didn't care. The assassin wasn't sure if he was going to stop what was about to happen. When he caught the scent of where the female belonged to though, the assassin couldn't help but flex his claws a little bit into the snow as he was sitting down at the bottom of the cliff, about to walk along the path. He wasn't really in the mood to deal with the female that belonged to the group that lived on the island. He per say didn't have a horrible time when he visited the group, but what was one of them doing here? He had met a wolf and only a wolf, a wolf that somehow managed to say that she knew him when he couldn't even remember who she was. It caused him almost to go into a panic, but he at least knew the name of the place. Typhoon. His sapphire blue eyes watched as London made her way toward the path that Guru had taken to set up her search. A huff escaped his jaws as he raised one of his paws and rubbed the front of his face. This was going to be annoying. Having air elementals to conceal his scent completely and keep his pawsteps also muffled to the point where no one could hear him move, he decided to move silent toward the side of the cliff that Guru was on but making sure to hide constantly so the other wouldn't end up seeing him.
He used his metal claws to keep a grip, and his climbing leaping ability as a serval to eventually perch himself on the edge of the cliff that was directly above where Guru was laying down. Trying to be kind. As usual with everyone in Snowbound, he refused to believe that anyone was kind from the depths of their hearts. He still believed that they were trying to hide something from him. Having snuck his way up toward where his perch now was, he laid himself down, his metal claws fully unsheathed in a passive-aggressive manner as he acknowledged Guru. "The Typhoon huh? What's one of you doing here?" Killua questioned in a calm manner toward the caracal. She was bigger than him, but it wasn't like he cared, he was the size of a full grown domestic cat already thanks to his log legs, and not his muscle mass. He made it seem like he was inspecting his metal claws. "Did you visit us out of the kindness of your heart?" Killua seemed to snicker as a smirk spread across his facial features. After his run-in with Argus, he wasn't exactly sure what to think anymore about his own thoughts. That frustration usually turned to aggression. If the other was trying to dig for information like he did when he visited the groups, then he wasn't going to give her the benefit of the doubt. Now, his sapphire blue gaze turned to look down slightly at the caracal from his own perch on the cliff that they were on. There was no light to be seen in them.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to kill the kitten. It was during this time that his brother had appeared next t him, and told him how weak he was and that he shouldn't feel any sort of emotion before a kill. That he should just let his bloodlust take over instead of worrying about the possible development of his morals that he was going through. The young male watched as the black tiger approached the kitten, and of course with the youngster not thinking any better approached the larger creature. The kitten ended up getting a needle straight through the skull, which for once had caused Killua to wince. He didn't take up any more jobs that dealt with killing youngsters. He left that to his older brother all things considered. Most of the time when it came to the clans, Killua didn't bother to help them out in any sort of regard to their safety. If a group wanted to burn the entire clan to the ground, sure he would let them do it. But if they targeted him or if he wanted to stretch his limbs a little bit he would ultimately involve himself in the battle anyway. However, he wouldn't go out of his way to save someone's life if they meant nothing to him. Which had happened in the clan previously when they were raided by a group and Killua just wanted to have some fun, letting others get injured in the process just because he didn't care. The assassin wasn't sure if he was going to stop what was about to happen. When he caught the scent of where the female belonged to though, the assassin couldn't help but flex his claws a little bit into the snow as he was sitting down at the bottom of the cliff, about to walk along the path. He wasn't really in the mood to deal with the female that belonged to the group that lived on the island. He per say didn't have a horrible time when he visited the group, but what was one of them doing here? He had met a wolf and only a wolf, a wolf that somehow managed to say that she knew him when he couldn't even remember who she was. It caused him almost to go into a panic, but he at least knew the name of the place. Typhoon. His sapphire blue eyes watched as London made her way toward the path that Guru had taken to set up her search. A huff escaped his jaws as he raised one of his paws and rubbed the front of his face. This was going to be annoying. Having air elementals to conceal his scent completely and keep his pawsteps also muffled to the point where no one could hear him move, he decided to move silent toward the side of the cliff that Guru was on but making sure to hide constantly so the other wouldn't end up seeing him.
He used his metal claws to keep a grip, and his climbing leaping ability as a serval to eventually perch himself on the edge of the cliff that was directly above where Guru was laying down. Trying to be kind. As usual with everyone in Snowbound, he refused to believe that anyone was kind from the depths of their hearts. He still believed that they were trying to hide something from him. Having snuck his way up toward where his perch now was, he laid himself down, his metal claws fully unsheathed in a passive-aggressive manner as he acknowledged Guru. "The Typhoon huh? What's one of you doing here?" Killua questioned in a calm manner toward the caracal. She was bigger than him, but it wasn't like he cared, he was the size of a full grown domestic cat already thanks to his log legs, and not his muscle mass. He made it seem like he was inspecting his metal claws. "Did you visit us out of the kindness of your heart?" Killua seemed to snicker as a smirk spread across his facial features. After his run-in with Argus, he wasn't exactly sure what to think anymore about his own thoughts. That frustration usually turned to aggression. If the other was trying to dig for information like he did when he visited the groups, then he wasn't going to give her the benefit of the doubt. Now, his sapphire blue gaze turned to look down slightly at the caracal from his own perch on the cliff that they were on. There was no light to be seen in them.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO