04-04-2018, 03:23 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Family was a term that Killua had a hard time being able to define what it was in the end. Everyone seemed to have different definition of the words, and that didn't help him when he just wanted to find a family that would be willing to accept him who he was despite his blood covered past. A past that no matter how much he would try and wash away would ultimately just end up coming back for him. There was no way for him to keep it hidden forever, but for the time he was going to make sure that everyone around him didn't know enough about him to form conclusions. It would make all of their lives easier so that he wouldn't have to worry about their next move. He didn't have to have someone constantly watching him to make sure that he didn't end up killing someone. The assassin wasn't here to kill others, but if they knew he was an assassin how likely were they going to be to believe what he said? Not very much. Which he would react in the same way if he was in their place, as having a killer in the group could only lead to issues later on. He had to be careful to a degree, and so far no one really had any suspicions. Even after what had happened with the Typhoon member that decided to pay a not so nice visit for whatever reason that was. He hadn't intended to save others, but with the likes of London, someone that was fairly close to the same age as him, he simply couldn't let himself slide. He almost let something inside of him snap though when he attacked the Typhoon member. At this point most of the other groups didn't even know each other, and the only reason he recognized the scent was because he had already visited the territory to see what htey were up about. Part of him wished that he hadn't gone at all and just stayed in Snowbound that day. His mental health hadn't been great since his run in with Argus, and he just wanted to go back to the way everything was. But he couldn't run for much longer with his family constantly tailing him back and forth not giving him any sort of room to breathe. That was the point. They weren't idiots. If they wanted him to do something they could manipulate him in so many different ways. More ways than he could probably guess in that factor. The young male hadn't been injured in the fight, but London had been. What was he going to do with her? He felt like he was going to end up making sure that she was going to take care of herself. But couldn't someone else do that? Roy was a candidate, but the other wasn't around right now, and he had no idea if the black and white tiger would ever really return. He was pretty sure that he was the only one that knew how to stabilize and heal others. Now that the Typhoon probably thought that they could play games with Snowbound, even after beating the hell out of the female that attacked London, he knew that they would probably want revenge for whatever he had done to the female. The wildcat didn't care if the other decided to try and hunt him down, as he would welcome the challenge. He recently had the urge to sink his claws into at least something. Something to do. Something to keep his mind off of the whispers. ANYTHING. There was only one reason he patrolled the borders, and that was the factor he liked to keep tabs on those that came and went with the groups. It was for his own use and not for the help of the rest of the group. He had no reason to do something like that, as he never really considered himself to be that much of a member. The albino serval did blend in almost perfectly with the surrounding snow that almost seemed to constantly blanket the ground.
The assassin made sure that his pelt was always pristine, although, pink scars covered a majority of his smaller body. Not that he seemed to care, but the scars were obviously made by something that was a larger animal. Flicking one of his large white ears, he was able to hear voices that weren't that far from him. A neutral look was spread across his facial features as he sank his claws into a nearby tree, hoisting himself up so that he could leap onto a nearby branch. His air elementals that he constantly had on made it so that it was impossible to catch his scent, and also made it practically impossible to hear his movements as his pawsteps were constantly muffled. Meaning that no one would be able to hear him approach, and he kept his distance to look at the scene from a little bit away. Well, it seemed like there were more than one of them. A lynx. A wolf. And a dog. Two of which seemed to be pretty young, which he automatically didn't consider much of a threat. The lynx though? He wasn't so sure about that. The former deputy would leap onto the branch that was directly above the three, laying himself down on the branch. There was a chance that they could have seen him approach, but he doubted that they would be looking upwards. Unless the children did. He was technically a child himself, but few often considered him to be one. Made sense as the way he had lived his life up to this point. Once he laid down on the branch, he raised one of his white paws and conjured up a lollipop, which he promptly stuck in his mouth. His sapphire eyes seemed to skim across those that were currently present. Was anything interesting bound to happen? He wasn't quite sure. But now that he was here there wasn't really a huge likelihood of a threat that could happen. He did glance over toward London though. The other seemed to be getting around fine, that was good. "I'll probably want to check your bandages later." Killua would call over to the female. Which his voice was heard for the first time may make it so those that weren't used to him almost appearing out of nowhere jump a little in surprise. His attention turned back to the group, swirling the lollipop in his mouth for a couple of seconds. "Yo. What do you guys need?" Killua questioned like the rest of the other snowbounders.
The assassin made sure that his pelt was always pristine, although, pink scars covered a majority of his smaller body. Not that he seemed to care, but the scars were obviously made by something that was a larger animal. Flicking one of his large white ears, he was able to hear voices that weren't that far from him. A neutral look was spread across his facial features as he sank his claws into a nearby tree, hoisting himself up so that he could leap onto a nearby branch. His air elementals that he constantly had on made it so that it was impossible to catch his scent, and also made it practically impossible to hear his movements as his pawsteps were constantly muffled. Meaning that no one would be able to hear him approach, and he kept his distance to look at the scene from a little bit away. Well, it seemed like there were more than one of them. A lynx. A wolf. And a dog. Two of which seemed to be pretty young, which he automatically didn't consider much of a threat. The lynx though? He wasn't so sure about that. The former deputy would leap onto the branch that was directly above the three, laying himself down on the branch. There was a chance that they could have seen him approach, but he doubted that they would be looking upwards. Unless the children did. He was technically a child himself, but few often considered him to be one. Made sense as the way he had lived his life up to this point. Once he laid down on the branch, he raised one of his white paws and conjured up a lollipop, which he promptly stuck in his mouth. His sapphire eyes seemed to skim across those that were currently present. Was anything interesting bound to happen? He wasn't quite sure. But now that he was here there wasn't really a huge likelihood of a threat that could happen. He did glance over toward London though. The other seemed to be getting around fine, that was good. "I'll probably want to check your bandages later." Killua would call over to the female. Which his voice was heard for the first time may make it so those that weren't used to him almost appearing out of nowhere jump a little in surprise. His attention turned back to the group, swirling the lollipop in his mouth for a couple of seconds. "Yo. What do you guys need?" Killua questioned like the rest of the other snowbounders.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO