04-05-2018, 03:59 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Due to the long time that Killua had spent in the clans, he knew that there were different kinds of species that were common in each of them. Sometimes species of an animal would correlate to the territory that the clan had been living in. Such as a desert. Most wouldn't end up seeing long furred animals that lived in a place like that, and would see more along the lines of maybe a serval or even a sand cat. There would be some canines and even wildcats here and there but most of them weren't made for cold weather as it would be a bad idea for someone to stay in a place like this. No one would see the likes of a snow leopard in the place where he knew one clan would end up being. Some species were not common even across all of the clans, as they weren't as useful as one would think when it came to a fight, or some considered them to be too bulky without knowing the limits of that body specifically. He knew a lot of animals tended to shift from one body to next, or had power malfunctions that could put them in a not so great place. Killua never had his powers malfunction because he wasn't that reckless and there was nothing in this world that could make something happen to even the clans. Mountain lions were a not very common breed when it came to the clan, as they were directly in the middle of what could classify as a big cat. They weren't as strong as a jaguar, but they weren't as weak as a leopard in most regards. They could practically live off anything and didn't have a concrete diet that they needed to follow. They were capable of taking down larger prey than themselves through ambush hunting and were extremely strong if the body was used correctly. But why would someone want to be a cougar when they could be the likes as a jaguar or even a lion? There were plenty of different options for others to choose. Predators were the most common when it came to the animals in the clans. In this way, they all had to worry about one food source and nothing else. They didn't have to worry about finding food for herbivores that were in the group, which in a place like this would certainly be difficult. They did have a horse for a leader at the moment, well, he wasn't Killua's leader but he was a leader nonetheless. Hence why there were no sentient animals that usually took on the body of a deer or something like a squirrel. They did have a crow that lived around here, he didn't even know her name but it was obvious that she was sentient and probably not considered prey just for that very reason. And she also could speak, so that was another reason not to eat her. He didn't know why the female seemed to hate him so much but it wasn't his problem as he only had to worry about himself right now. He had an itch that he was dealing with, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to satisfy that itch for a while. He didn't want to kill anyone after all. Killua wasn't in the best of moods, but he was going to do what he always did. He was going to play the role that everyone expected him to go through with.
Not because he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart, it was to keep others from yelling and trying to scold him for the actions that he decided to take. He could care less about those that were in Snowbound right now, except his sister who was currently in the form of a robot but that was something that he needed to deal with completely separately. The albino serval was used to being around the edges of the territory to keep tabs on who came in and out of the territory. For his own means more than the means of others of course. The heavily scarred wildcat had kept himself into the trees, which is where he preferred to be. Not because he didn't like being on the ground, it gave him a good vantage point if he was going to interact with anyone. He hated being physically close to others thanks to the way his powers acted too, so he just primarily kept himself away from others. Recently he had almost entirely secluded himself to a cave that he called his own in an effort to avoid others. He was pretty sure that no one else knew where he was staying and where he kept all of his gear. Not like they could take away his yo-yo's as no one in the group right now was capable of lifting heavy objects. Well, maybe Roy but he hadn't seen the tiger in a long time so it wasn't like it mattered. Thanks to the way a serval was designed, it wasn't hard to hear voices or noises that were close to him. His ears capable of hearing high frequencies by other animals at the same time. He didn't need a power to hear far distances either. The assassin turned his head in the direction that he heard the voice coming from. His air elementals made it so that no one was capable of catching his scent, and making his movements completely silent to muffle the steps that he constantly took. Almost lethal pink scars covered a good majority of his body still, those not having healed from the last interaction with his brother a couple of weeks ago. Getting up onto his paws, the assassin would start leaping from branch to branch until he came up onto the scene. The female below on the ground could have possibly seen him jumping from tree to tree, but it would be hard to see him thanks to that he camouflaged the white expanse of the snowbound territory. The young albino serval settled himself down on the branch that was directly above the mountain lions head as he inspected her. It was obvious that she wasn't full grown. Deshelved. Maybe she lost her parents, but was she the age that a mountain lion would leave her parents? He wasn't sure on that specifics but he at least knew a little bit about them. He was at least ten feet above the ground from the branch that he was on, but if the mountain lion wanted to she could be quick and lithe enough to climb up on the tree he was on and simply leap to the branch. He would have to keep that in mind because a mountain lion had great leaping potential like he did. He opened his mouth and conjured up a lollipop that fell into his mouth. Soon the female would be able to smell the scent of candy if she even knew what candy was. A neutrall expression was spread across the apprentice's facial features before he finally spoke. "Yo. You look a bit worse for ware." Killua stated in almost a monotone voice. There was no malice coming from him and his body language showed that he was completely relaxed. However, there had already been several cases that others had been off-put by his appearance, especially his metal claws that were almost fully unsheathed, as a matter so that he didn't fall out of the tree he was in. His sapphire blue eyes were calculative as he began to devise a way to defeat the female if she ended up becoming a threat. She easily dwarfed him and easily outweighed. Not a huge concern, but just something to look out for in the future.
Due to the long time that Killua had spent in the clans, he knew that there were different kinds of species that were common in each of them. Sometimes species of an animal would correlate to the territory that the clan had been living in. Such as a desert. Most wouldn't end up seeing long furred animals that lived in a place like that, and would see more along the lines of maybe a serval or even a sand cat. There would be some canines and even wildcats here and there but most of them weren't made for cold weather as it would be a bad idea for someone to stay in a place like this. No one would see the likes of a snow leopard in the place where he knew one clan would end up being. Some species were not common even across all of the clans, as they weren't as useful as one would think when it came to a fight, or some considered them to be too bulky without knowing the limits of that body specifically. He knew a lot of animals tended to shift from one body to next, or had power malfunctions that could put them in a not so great place. Killua never had his powers malfunction because he wasn't that reckless and there was nothing in this world that could make something happen to even the clans. Mountain lions were a not very common breed when it came to the clan, as they were directly in the middle of what could classify as a big cat. They weren't as strong as a jaguar, but they weren't as weak as a leopard in most regards. They could practically live off anything and didn't have a concrete diet that they needed to follow. They were capable of taking down larger prey than themselves through ambush hunting and were extremely strong if the body was used correctly. But why would someone want to be a cougar when they could be the likes as a jaguar or even a lion? There were plenty of different options for others to choose. Predators were the most common when it came to the animals in the clans. In this way, they all had to worry about one food source and nothing else. They didn't have to worry about finding food for herbivores that were in the group, which in a place like this would certainly be difficult. They did have a horse for a leader at the moment, well, he wasn't Killua's leader but he was a leader nonetheless. Hence why there were no sentient animals that usually took on the body of a deer or something like a squirrel. They did have a crow that lived around here, he didn't even know her name but it was obvious that she was sentient and probably not considered prey just for that very reason. And she also could speak, so that was another reason not to eat her. He didn't know why the female seemed to hate him so much but it wasn't his problem as he only had to worry about himself right now. He had an itch that he was dealing with, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to satisfy that itch for a while. He didn't want to kill anyone after all. Killua wasn't in the best of moods, but he was going to do what he always did. He was going to play the role that everyone expected him to go through with.
Not because he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart, it was to keep others from yelling and trying to scold him for the actions that he decided to take. He could care less about those that were in Snowbound right now, except his sister who was currently in the form of a robot but that was something that he needed to deal with completely separately. The albino serval was used to being around the edges of the territory to keep tabs on who came in and out of the territory. For his own means more than the means of others of course. The heavily scarred wildcat had kept himself into the trees, which is where he preferred to be. Not because he didn't like being on the ground, it gave him a good vantage point if he was going to interact with anyone. He hated being physically close to others thanks to the way his powers acted too, so he just primarily kept himself away from others. Recently he had almost entirely secluded himself to a cave that he called his own in an effort to avoid others. He was pretty sure that no one else knew where he was staying and where he kept all of his gear. Not like they could take away his yo-yo's as no one in the group right now was capable of lifting heavy objects. Well, maybe Roy but he hadn't seen the tiger in a long time so it wasn't like it mattered. Thanks to the way a serval was designed, it wasn't hard to hear voices or noises that were close to him. His ears capable of hearing high frequencies by other animals at the same time. He didn't need a power to hear far distances either. The assassin turned his head in the direction that he heard the voice coming from. His air elementals made it so that no one was capable of catching his scent, and making his movements completely silent to muffle the steps that he constantly took. Almost lethal pink scars covered a good majority of his body still, those not having healed from the last interaction with his brother a couple of weeks ago. Getting up onto his paws, the assassin would start leaping from branch to branch until he came up onto the scene. The female below on the ground could have possibly seen him jumping from tree to tree, but it would be hard to see him thanks to that he camouflaged the white expanse of the snowbound territory. The young albino serval settled himself down on the branch that was directly above the mountain lions head as he inspected her. It was obvious that she wasn't full grown. Deshelved. Maybe she lost her parents, but was she the age that a mountain lion would leave her parents? He wasn't sure on that specifics but he at least knew a little bit about them. He was at least ten feet above the ground from the branch that he was on, but if the mountain lion wanted to she could be quick and lithe enough to climb up on the tree he was on and simply leap to the branch. He would have to keep that in mind because a mountain lion had great leaping potential like he did. He opened his mouth and conjured up a lollipop that fell into his mouth. Soon the female would be able to smell the scent of candy if she even knew what candy was. A neutrall expression was spread across the apprentice's facial features before he finally spoke. "Yo. You look a bit worse for ware." Killua stated in almost a monotone voice. There was no malice coming from him and his body language showed that he was completely relaxed. However, there had already been several cases that others had been off-put by his appearance, especially his metal claws that were almost fully unsheathed, as a matter so that he didn't fall out of the tree he was in. His sapphire blue eyes were calculative as he began to devise a way to defeat the female if she ended up becoming a threat. She easily dwarfed him and easily outweighed. Not a huge concern, but just something to look out for in the future.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO