04-01-2018, 10:08 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(AT THE TIME YEAH BUT MAYBE NOT NOW XD)
Killua didn't know what to think about what would be possible in the afterlife. In his life, there was really no need to think about something like that so soon. His family had never raised him to be even remotely religious when it came to the job or even his life. He had been too busy with the job and dealing with the clans that he had been put into that he never had a chance to really think about what it would be like to die. He had come close a couple of times now to actually dying from the wounds that his brother had given him. Although a portion of him knew that his brother wasn't reckless enough to actually kill the heir to the family business. Besides it was against the family law to kill another Zoldyck member while they were on their own missions or really just to kill them in general. Which was certainly difficult to follow when some of the siblings just wanted to rip at each other's throat without a second though. But it was because of that law that they hadn't killed each other. Killua had never seen his father made before, and he certainly didn't want to be the one to spark his anger. He was sure that if a Zoldyck killed another Zoldyck, that the one that ended up killing the other would certainly be killed as well without any second chance. Which made sense as there was a likelihood that Zoldyck would kill another Zoldyck if they wanted to think that there weren't any consequences. Killua had lost track of the different types of wounds that his brother had given him. The scars that lay hidden underneath his slightly long pelt. Memories of the training that he had gone through, and memento's that he would carry around with him forever. The assassin knew that because of the scars that he had what he was capable of dealing with. The damgae he was capable of living through at the same time. Most thought of scars as trophies, Killua however did not. The scars that scattered across his body were means of a smothering love that festered. They were a means of punishment when he hadn't done something that they asked. He had been burned, whipped, nearly drowned, water boarded, and even more. The scars that covered his body were there to make sure that no matter where he went, his family came with him, no matter how far he could possibly run he was always connected with them.
The thought almost always made bile rise in his throat. The only way a person could see the extent of his scars was if he were to get into a body of water and have his fur cling to his body. While fresh scars were pink and obvious against his white fur. Despite being so close to death, Killua was certain of one thing. He didn't want to die. He had so much that he wanted to accomplish alone that he wanted to have enough time to actually. Was he afraid of death? Most certainly. But going up against the mass number of opponents and targets through his life meant that he was numb to the idea of possibly dying from an opponent that was tougher than he was. The only time he had lost a fight had been against a leader when he attempted to assassinate her. At first, that instance had been nothing but humiliating. He had failed for the first time in his life and his family had the highest expectations for him. He would most likely not be allowed to return home without completing the mission no matter how long it would end up taking. The second emotion that came through Killua at the time was confusion, as even despite trying to take her life, the leader didn't bother to try and take his life in return, and instead opted to let him go and continue living in the group that she had authority over. Something that Killua would probably never end up understanding. Thanks to the way he was raised, Killua didn't really believe in any sort of supernatural beings that existed. He believed that everything in this world could be killed. Maybe not permanently because he knew that there were such things as reincarnation. But he could still kill them, and that's all that he really needed to know in his life. The assassin didn't care if something was considered to be a god or the reincarnation of some diety. He would kill whatever he wanted no matter how powerful they said themselves to be. Unless he was given proof that they were actually powerful, he just believed that a power could explain the means of someone's strength and nothing else. That was all there was to it, as he looked at life a little bit too logically. Something that his former mentor had thought of when they interacted with one another. All the points that he said an argument were entirely true in a logical standpoint, but other than that they lacked the morals for him to see past what was logical and what was the right thing to do. Which had been what happened when Killua when he found someone that was close to death on the border of the clan that his mentor was leader over. The assassin didn't even think twice about ending the others misery, as there was no way the other would probably survive his injuries. Yet, his mentor went out of his way to stop Killua in order to save the animal that didn't even belong to the group. Why?
Why had he done something like that? It was during this time that Killua learned a valuable lesson from his mentor, that being everyone had a right to live, and that he had no right to take it away because it was their life and not his. Everyone should be given a chance. Killua nearly broke down at that moment, a mixture of confusion and realization as to why the clanners were quick to try and heal those that were on the verge of death. When he had gotten extremely injured himself and arrived on the exact same border, those that he didn't know were willing to help him so that he didn't bleed out on their border. Well, it was more like he was in the middle of their territory. Those that were used to seeing him were even willing to risk their lives for revenge on his name against the creature that had done such terrible things. Why though? Why help someone like him that had done terrible things? Of course, he knew it was just out of consideration that he had never told them that he was a murderer. And still the clan that he ended up spending the most time around happened to be a group that wasn't against killing but didn't go out their way to start a war. Something that Killua could easily respect in all sorts of manners. Killua kept the same facade going while the other spoke to him as to why she didn't seem that concerned about what her actions didn't end up doing. He still had no idea whether the clan was violent or not based on the information that she had given him. She was obviously keeping information from him at this point, no matter what kind smile she had on her face. The other was willing to rebel against the group that she was in. Did that make her loyal to what she believed in or was she quick to be labeled as a traitor? Hard to tell from all the information he had gathered for now. Killua shrugged his shoulders again at what she said. "Well, some would say that rebelliousness is a quick way to get yourself killed." Killua said with a small smirk spreading across his facial features. Something that he knew all to well, but any attempts on his life had obviously failed. He stuck the lollipop back in his mouth after talking. At her next sentence, Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly. "Not necessarily. I've seen plenty of instances where a joiner doesn't mention their name unless they are questioned. And like I said, this place is a potential joining point, so I have no need to reveal something like my name anyway." Killua stated the logical part of his argument before continuing to talk about the reason he didn't have a scent. "Precautions again, lady. I don't know what kind of group this is, and it isn't common for a group like this to send out a search party for someone that just looked at them wrong. I kinda want to live another day here. Besides, bathing isn't exactly bad." Killua once had a smirk on his face, but when he started talking about why he was doing what, a neutral look spread across his face until the end.
He now had a light smile spread across his facial features. Killua knew that if someone was to bathe themselves enough, they would be more than capable of concealing their scent to a degree. Killua went the other extra mile to make it so that he didn't smell like anything at the end. It kept him safe, and it kept his brother from tracking him by scent alone. The albino serval listened to what she finally wanted to exchange in order to get more information from her. The assassin raised one of his paws as if he was coy enough to start responding while she was talking. "Well alright, what would you like-" Killua was immediately caught off when his name was spoken. In a matter of seconds, his demeanor seemed to change drastically. Speaking of his name made him flinch, to the point where he clenched his jaw. The lollipop in his mouth being reduced to that of fragments. His sapphire blue optics widened slightly and the claws that were attached to the paw that he had raised, that he was going to used for dramatic effect, unsheathed themselves in an instant. This creature knew his name. How? There were only a couple possible answers. She knew about the Zoldyck family and had done extensive research on them. What was the point of doing research on his family though? There were a couple answers, either she wanted to kill them, avoid them, or sell information about his family including himself. That was one possible scenario, and the one that he hoped was the case. The next was that she was hired by his brother. Very likely, if his older brother didn't want to show himself but keep tabs on other. His older brother could read him like a book after all, and could probably figure that he would go from clan to clan. That was worst case scenario because if she knew of Illumi it meant that his position was already compromised in this group. Killua remained frozen in that position for a split second, and the happy and childish facade began to drift away. His brows furrowed into that of a scowl, and he lowered his paw down onto the ground. The lollipop stick disappeared from his mouth as he conjured it away, and his sapphire blue eyes narrowed in a not so nice manner toward the canine. He became more alert but didn't move from his sitting position. His ears were on a swivel now, as if trying to catch whether or not his older brother was nearby. His heart rate increases the slightest, but not one someone could just easily hear in the first place. "How do you know my name?" Killua questioned, but it was more like he demanded her to answer. Her knowing his name was something was dangerous, especially if his brother came looking even if they didn't know each other. The tip of his short tail would then begin to tap the gravelled ground. Would he fight her for answers? It would be dumb to do it out in the open. He would be at a disadvantage.
Killua didn't know what to think about what would be possible in the afterlife. In his life, there was really no need to think about something like that so soon. His family had never raised him to be even remotely religious when it came to the job or even his life. He had been too busy with the job and dealing with the clans that he had been put into that he never had a chance to really think about what it would be like to die. He had come close a couple of times now to actually dying from the wounds that his brother had given him. Although a portion of him knew that his brother wasn't reckless enough to actually kill the heir to the family business. Besides it was against the family law to kill another Zoldyck member while they were on their own missions or really just to kill them in general. Which was certainly difficult to follow when some of the siblings just wanted to rip at each other's throat without a second though. But it was because of that law that they hadn't killed each other. Killua had never seen his father made before, and he certainly didn't want to be the one to spark his anger. He was sure that if a Zoldyck killed another Zoldyck, that the one that ended up killing the other would certainly be killed as well without any second chance. Which made sense as there was a likelihood that Zoldyck would kill another Zoldyck if they wanted to think that there weren't any consequences. Killua had lost track of the different types of wounds that his brother had given him. The scars that lay hidden underneath his slightly long pelt. Memories of the training that he had gone through, and memento's that he would carry around with him forever. The assassin knew that because of the scars that he had what he was capable of dealing with. The damgae he was capable of living through at the same time. Most thought of scars as trophies, Killua however did not. The scars that scattered across his body were means of a smothering love that festered. They were a means of punishment when he hadn't done something that they asked. He had been burned, whipped, nearly drowned, water boarded, and even more. The scars that covered his body were there to make sure that no matter where he went, his family came with him, no matter how far he could possibly run he was always connected with them.
The thought almost always made bile rise in his throat. The only way a person could see the extent of his scars was if he were to get into a body of water and have his fur cling to his body. While fresh scars were pink and obvious against his white fur. Despite being so close to death, Killua was certain of one thing. He didn't want to die. He had so much that he wanted to accomplish alone that he wanted to have enough time to actually. Was he afraid of death? Most certainly. But going up against the mass number of opponents and targets through his life meant that he was numb to the idea of possibly dying from an opponent that was tougher than he was. The only time he had lost a fight had been against a leader when he attempted to assassinate her. At first, that instance had been nothing but humiliating. He had failed for the first time in his life and his family had the highest expectations for him. He would most likely not be allowed to return home without completing the mission no matter how long it would end up taking. The second emotion that came through Killua at the time was confusion, as even despite trying to take her life, the leader didn't bother to try and take his life in return, and instead opted to let him go and continue living in the group that she had authority over. Something that Killua would probably never end up understanding. Thanks to the way he was raised, Killua didn't really believe in any sort of supernatural beings that existed. He believed that everything in this world could be killed. Maybe not permanently because he knew that there were such things as reincarnation. But he could still kill them, and that's all that he really needed to know in his life. The assassin didn't care if something was considered to be a god or the reincarnation of some diety. He would kill whatever he wanted no matter how powerful they said themselves to be. Unless he was given proof that they were actually powerful, he just believed that a power could explain the means of someone's strength and nothing else. That was all there was to it, as he looked at life a little bit too logically. Something that his former mentor had thought of when they interacted with one another. All the points that he said an argument were entirely true in a logical standpoint, but other than that they lacked the morals for him to see past what was logical and what was the right thing to do. Which had been what happened when Killua when he found someone that was close to death on the border of the clan that his mentor was leader over. The assassin didn't even think twice about ending the others misery, as there was no way the other would probably survive his injuries. Yet, his mentor went out of his way to stop Killua in order to save the animal that didn't even belong to the group. Why?
Why had he done something like that? It was during this time that Killua learned a valuable lesson from his mentor, that being everyone had a right to live, and that he had no right to take it away because it was their life and not his. Everyone should be given a chance. Killua nearly broke down at that moment, a mixture of confusion and realization as to why the clanners were quick to try and heal those that were on the verge of death. When he had gotten extremely injured himself and arrived on the exact same border, those that he didn't know were willing to help him so that he didn't bleed out on their border. Well, it was more like he was in the middle of their territory. Those that were used to seeing him were even willing to risk their lives for revenge on his name against the creature that had done such terrible things. Why though? Why help someone like him that had done terrible things? Of course, he knew it was just out of consideration that he had never told them that he was a murderer. And still the clan that he ended up spending the most time around happened to be a group that wasn't against killing but didn't go out their way to start a war. Something that Killua could easily respect in all sorts of manners. Killua kept the same facade going while the other spoke to him as to why she didn't seem that concerned about what her actions didn't end up doing. He still had no idea whether the clan was violent or not based on the information that she had given him. She was obviously keeping information from him at this point, no matter what kind smile she had on her face. The other was willing to rebel against the group that she was in. Did that make her loyal to what she believed in or was she quick to be labeled as a traitor? Hard to tell from all the information he had gathered for now. Killua shrugged his shoulders again at what she said. "Well, some would say that rebelliousness is a quick way to get yourself killed." Killua said with a small smirk spreading across his facial features. Something that he knew all to well, but any attempts on his life had obviously failed. He stuck the lollipop back in his mouth after talking. At her next sentence, Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly. "Not necessarily. I've seen plenty of instances where a joiner doesn't mention their name unless they are questioned. And like I said, this place is a potential joining point, so I have no need to reveal something like my name anyway." Killua stated the logical part of his argument before continuing to talk about the reason he didn't have a scent. "Precautions again, lady. I don't know what kind of group this is, and it isn't common for a group like this to send out a search party for someone that just looked at them wrong. I kinda want to live another day here. Besides, bathing isn't exactly bad." Killua once had a smirk on his face, but when he started talking about why he was doing what, a neutral look spread across his face until the end.
He now had a light smile spread across his facial features. Killua knew that if someone was to bathe themselves enough, they would be more than capable of concealing their scent to a degree. Killua went the other extra mile to make it so that he didn't smell like anything at the end. It kept him safe, and it kept his brother from tracking him by scent alone. The albino serval listened to what she finally wanted to exchange in order to get more information from her. The assassin raised one of his paws as if he was coy enough to start responding while she was talking. "Well alright, what would you like-" Killua was immediately caught off when his name was spoken. In a matter of seconds, his demeanor seemed to change drastically. Speaking of his name made him flinch, to the point where he clenched his jaw. The lollipop in his mouth being reduced to that of fragments. His sapphire blue optics widened slightly and the claws that were attached to the paw that he had raised, that he was going to used for dramatic effect, unsheathed themselves in an instant. This creature knew his name. How? There were only a couple possible answers. She knew about the Zoldyck family and had done extensive research on them. What was the point of doing research on his family though? There were a couple answers, either she wanted to kill them, avoid them, or sell information about his family including himself. That was one possible scenario, and the one that he hoped was the case. The next was that she was hired by his brother. Very likely, if his older brother didn't want to show himself but keep tabs on other. His older brother could read him like a book after all, and could probably figure that he would go from clan to clan. That was worst case scenario because if she knew of Illumi it meant that his position was already compromised in this group. Killua remained frozen in that position for a split second, and the happy and childish facade began to drift away. His brows furrowed into that of a scowl, and he lowered his paw down onto the ground. The lollipop stick disappeared from his mouth as he conjured it away, and his sapphire blue eyes narrowed in a not so nice manner toward the canine. He became more alert but didn't move from his sitting position. His ears were on a swivel now, as if trying to catch whether or not his older brother was nearby. His heart rate increases the slightest, but not one someone could just easily hear in the first place. "How do you know my name?" Killua questioned, but it was more like he demanded her to answer. Her knowing his name was something was dangerous, especially if his brother came looking even if they didn't know each other. The tip of his short tail would then begin to tap the gravelled ground. Would he fight her for answers? It would be dumb to do it out in the open. He would be at a disadvantage.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO