04-03-2018, 07:23 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(star if you wanted! Killua could drop Guru off in the Typhoon and leave a note to what she did c: )
He was an assassin yes, but that didn't mean he didn't kep himelf proper to an extent. The assassin didn't enjoy the feeling of constantly having blood clotting on his fur. With how white his fur was, it just meant that it would ultimately end up staining his fur if he didn't clean it off quick enough. Which was the worst when he was trying to hide only to have a spot in his fur ruin his stealth completely. There were some things that the assassin didn't even want to try and get into. Killua could handle being covered in blood, but ultimately, he was going to have to wash himself off before doing anything else. Which was something that he did quite often, as it made it easier to constantly hide his scent once he cleaned himself off. It made it so it was almost impossible for him to shed as well. The assassin could deal with being around a bunch of corpses that had been in the sun for several days. He, of course, wouldn't want to really step in the likes of the bodies, but he didn't mind being around corpses, having been around them since he was little. The wildcat could deal with having a creatures organs and flesh in between his paws. The one thing that he couldn't take though was the aspect of bugs that would get far too close to him. He remembered that his adopted sister had ended up having a pet that was a tarantula, while at the same time she ended up adopting a bat as her son. Which was strange for Killua, but he wasn't about to dictate whatever she did with her life like what his family had done for him when he was younger. He refused to be anywhere near the spider, not because he was afraid of the spider biting and killing him, it was more of the factor that the number of eyes on the arachnid was enough to give a shiver down his spine. Most bugs usually gave him the creeps, not that he would openly admit it. There was also the fact that he didn't enjoy being around worms either. They were sliming and he remembered that he had to eat one while on a job because he was slowly starving. He would never be doing that again for a very long time. He had a couple other irrational fears here and there, but when it came to gore that assassin seemed to be perfectly fine no matter what kind of form it ended up happening. He was still an assassin and had the capability of taking out high priority targets if he wanted to. The wildcat has been the one to kill two clan leaders before and a couple other high priority targets. What did the Typhoon think about sending one creature alone to try and stir something up? In the middle of a territory where there would more than likely be other animals in the area instead of just lonely creature that wanted to walk alone by itself. What if the caracal had decided that he was going to be her target? Well then this situation would have been completely different and he probably would have killed her. But he wasn't here to kill her, and there were too many eyes that were looking at him at the moment. He couldn't kill the Typhoon member even if he wanted to. The cry that the other let out when he ripped through her tendons nearly made his heart skip. He tried his damn best to ignore the sound. He really did. But instead, it made him felt victorious. Happy. He had managed to hurt her to the point that she actually felt pain and wasn't the type to express that kind of pain immediately either. He shouldn't feel this though. He had been through this before. It was like clockwork. Killua ignored that for now because it wasn't something that mattered with the slightly larger animal that was underneath his paws. His arm and his claws covered in her blood that he didn't really seem to care about. His facial expression had moved to something that was cold and neutral. Nothing she could say would get her out of this situation.
He noticed the way the other looked him up and down and tried to analyze him. He knew this tactic. He had done it before. A smirk spread across his lips. "Sorry hag, you aren't exactly my type." The assassin would be quick to shoot back toward the other, the tip of one of his ears flicking as she started to talk. Oh, here she goes. He watched her paw, and he recoiled slightly at the thought of her touching him, a disgusted look on his face. He wasn't here to play any more games anymore. Once she was finished talking, Killua couldn't help but let out a laugh. Daddy issues? Not even. He enjoyed the presence of his dad, as the other was the most logical one in his family at the moment and allowed him to do whatever the hell he wanted half the time. He didn't know what love was, so he didn't lose anyone that he cared about. Which simply meant that he was alone in this world. "Nice try. I'm not some poor sap that's wallowing in my own sorrow." Killua scoffed at the female. Kill her. A familiar voice finally decided to make its entrance in the back of his mind. As soon as the voice spoke in his head the serval's grip seemed to tighten around her body for a split second, not dealing any more damage, but the pressure would be there. His eyes flashed black for a couple of seconds. The reason why his actions had been particularly violent was simply that of the factor that someone from a distance was manipulating his emotions for the way he once used to be. Killua was a killer after all, and killing the female underneath him wouldn't be all that hard. Just a flick of his paw. He knew the way. A pained hiss escaped his jaws as he shook his head as if trying to shake the damn voice away, and he managed to compose himself from killing the caracal there. But because of this, he ended up getting distracted thanks to himself. He felt the female's body move underneath him, and she started to head back toward the border of Snowbound. His claws flexed into the ground. He wasn't going to be distracted like that again. With the leg she had now, it was impossible for her to outrun something like him unless she had some sort of power. Running probably wouldn't work again as she would be prepared for that. The assassin would then turn on his invisibility and then would aim to use his teleportation to land onto the caracal's back, hoping to flatten her to the ground. He turned on his invisibility so that the other wouldn't be able to see him teleport, and if that worked, he would aim to grab the female's scruff and slam her against an adjacent tree. he would have to strain himself slightly due to her weight, but he would manage nonetheless. The purpose of slamming her against the tree was simply to knock the air out of her and not cause other injuries. After that, he would aim to place his paw on the female's neck, turning off his invisibility at this point. "Leaving so soon? The fun just started." The assassin growled angrily as his tail lashed behind him.
He was an assassin yes, but that didn't mean he didn't kep himelf proper to an extent. The assassin didn't enjoy the feeling of constantly having blood clotting on his fur. With how white his fur was, it just meant that it would ultimately end up staining his fur if he didn't clean it off quick enough. Which was the worst when he was trying to hide only to have a spot in his fur ruin his stealth completely. There were some things that the assassin didn't even want to try and get into. Killua could handle being covered in blood, but ultimately, he was going to have to wash himself off before doing anything else. Which was something that he did quite often, as it made it easier to constantly hide his scent once he cleaned himself off. It made it so it was almost impossible for him to shed as well. The assassin could deal with being around a bunch of corpses that had been in the sun for several days. He, of course, wouldn't want to really step in the likes of the bodies, but he didn't mind being around corpses, having been around them since he was little. The wildcat could deal with having a creatures organs and flesh in between his paws. The one thing that he couldn't take though was the aspect of bugs that would get far too close to him. He remembered that his adopted sister had ended up having a pet that was a tarantula, while at the same time she ended up adopting a bat as her son. Which was strange for Killua, but he wasn't about to dictate whatever she did with her life like what his family had done for him when he was younger. He refused to be anywhere near the spider, not because he was afraid of the spider biting and killing him, it was more of the factor that the number of eyes on the arachnid was enough to give a shiver down his spine. Most bugs usually gave him the creeps, not that he would openly admit it. There was also the fact that he didn't enjoy being around worms either. They were sliming and he remembered that he had to eat one while on a job because he was slowly starving. He would never be doing that again for a very long time. He had a couple other irrational fears here and there, but when it came to gore that assassin seemed to be perfectly fine no matter what kind of form it ended up happening. He was still an assassin and had the capability of taking out high priority targets if he wanted to. The wildcat has been the one to kill two clan leaders before and a couple other high priority targets. What did the Typhoon think about sending one creature alone to try and stir something up? In the middle of a territory where there would more than likely be other animals in the area instead of just lonely creature that wanted to walk alone by itself. What if the caracal had decided that he was going to be her target? Well then this situation would have been completely different and he probably would have killed her. But he wasn't here to kill her, and there were too many eyes that were looking at him at the moment. He couldn't kill the Typhoon member even if he wanted to. The cry that the other let out when he ripped through her tendons nearly made his heart skip. He tried his damn best to ignore the sound. He really did. But instead, it made him felt victorious. Happy. He had managed to hurt her to the point that she actually felt pain and wasn't the type to express that kind of pain immediately either. He shouldn't feel this though. He had been through this before. It was like clockwork. Killua ignored that for now because it wasn't something that mattered with the slightly larger animal that was underneath his paws. His arm and his claws covered in her blood that he didn't really seem to care about. His facial expression had moved to something that was cold and neutral. Nothing she could say would get her out of this situation.
He noticed the way the other looked him up and down and tried to analyze him. He knew this tactic. He had done it before. A smirk spread across his lips. "Sorry hag, you aren't exactly my type." The assassin would be quick to shoot back toward the other, the tip of one of his ears flicking as she started to talk. Oh, here she goes. He watched her paw, and he recoiled slightly at the thought of her touching him, a disgusted look on his face. He wasn't here to play any more games anymore. Once she was finished talking, Killua couldn't help but let out a laugh. Daddy issues? Not even. He enjoyed the presence of his dad, as the other was the most logical one in his family at the moment and allowed him to do whatever the hell he wanted half the time. He didn't know what love was, so he didn't lose anyone that he cared about. Which simply meant that he was alone in this world. "Nice try. I'm not some poor sap that's wallowing in my own sorrow." Killua scoffed at the female. Kill her. A familiar voice finally decided to make its entrance in the back of his mind. As soon as the voice spoke in his head the serval's grip seemed to tighten around her body for a split second, not dealing any more damage, but the pressure would be there. His eyes flashed black for a couple of seconds. The reason why his actions had been particularly violent was simply that of the factor that someone from a distance was manipulating his emotions for the way he once used to be. Killua was a killer after all, and killing the female underneath him wouldn't be all that hard. Just a flick of his paw. He knew the way. A pained hiss escaped his jaws as he shook his head as if trying to shake the damn voice away, and he managed to compose himself from killing the caracal there. But because of this, he ended up getting distracted thanks to himself. He felt the female's body move underneath him, and she started to head back toward the border of Snowbound. His claws flexed into the ground. He wasn't going to be distracted like that again. With the leg she had now, it was impossible for her to outrun something like him unless she had some sort of power. Running probably wouldn't work again as she would be prepared for that. The assassin would then turn on his invisibility and then would aim to use his teleportation to land onto the caracal's back, hoping to flatten her to the ground. He turned on his invisibility so that the other wouldn't be able to see him teleport, and if that worked, he would aim to grab the female's scruff and slam her against an adjacent tree. he would have to strain himself slightly due to her weight, but he would manage nonetheless. The purpose of slamming her against the tree was simply to knock the air out of her and not cause other injuries. After that, he would aim to place his paw on the female's neck, turning off his invisibility at this point. "Leaving so soon? The fun just started." The assassin growled angrily as his tail lashed behind him.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO