04-07-2018, 02:30 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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He had seen many horrid scenes in his life. When anyone deals in a business that requires the death of others, they are bound to see some horrible things across their journey's from place to place. He had always been quick to adapt to the events that were placed in front of him especially at a young age. Having seen his own blood over and over again, he grown used to the sight of the liquid and wouldn't shy away from it in any manner. He had killed butlers that hahd worked for the Zoldyck family just becuase he had been in a bad mood. Meaning that he knew what it was like to see the inner workings of someone throat. There were plenty of reasons as to why one would try and hire an assassin, such as a troublesome group that was causing another group trouble. This could mean that the troublesome group was just a group of rogues that kept killing other animals or just constantly left bodies everywhere that they went. Killua remembered a distinct group that had to sacrifice other creatures in order to do the rutuals that they wanted. Killua didn't care the beliefs of others, as it had nothing to do with him and he could easily make his own decisions when it came to religion. Which he wasn't part of obviously. The wildcat had been told that he was going to have to get rid of the entire group, because if one of them survived they would just recruit others into their bloody religion. The assassin didn't think much about the mission and just did what he was told to do. Just like the good puppet he was, he followed his orders that were given to him by his brother. A conditioning that had been done when he was extremely young. Killua had approached their blood covered camp, and they seemed to be living in it. He couldn't really consider them savages as he had seen a lot worse than what they were doing to the sentient animals that were around them. Killua didn't really bother with stealth because he wanted the other animals to find him. So, he had dropped himself in the middle of the camp, probably saying a sarcastic remark as soon as he appeared. That's when the massacre began. He was fairly young still at this point and his killing method wasn't exactly perfect. Almost all of the animals were domestic cats so he already had an upp hand when it came to dealing with combat. Back and forth the fight went, as they tried to drive him toward a pit that they had used for sacrifices in hopes that it would get rid of the Zoldyck member. The assassin saw this obviously, having scouted out all the locations of the camp that they lived in. He didn't know how many layers of blood ended up on his paws and around his chest from all the arteries he had cut from the savage domestic cats. Once it was all over, there was a pile of bodies that were on the ground, and Killua was left standing with minor scratches and a burn when someone had tried to throw flaming coals at him. Killua hadn't felt any sort of emotion during the task, the facial expression he had was completely emotionless. He had done the job that the client had wanted, and there was no reason for him to stay there any longer. Blood leaked into their already blood covered camp, and it was almost ironic that they themselves became the sacrifices that they had entitled themselves to do on a daily basis. He doubted that they knew who a Zoldyck was and what they were capable of and that they would be targetted by one. They probably felt shame on the factor that they had gotten themselves by a child. Their pride never going to return to them from that point on. Killua did decide to rest in the area though, not having enough stamina to travel all the way back home with the news. Instead, he sent a hawk that was with his family to the Zoldyck mansion, their usual way of communicating as it always had an encrypted message for the hawk to deliver. This way they wouldn't be waiting for his response and they inform his client that he had succeeded in his mission. When he woke up the next morning, the stench of the slowly rotting bodies didn't bother him at all. What did bother him was that he was coated in blood and had forgotten to wash the blood from his body. Each movement he made, made a crunchy sound thanks to the dried blood in itself. Several scavangers from different areas of the forest came to gather up the free food into their eager mouths, paying no attention to the serval. Well, they did pay enough attention to the serval in order to avoid him so they didn't end up having the same fate. Killua was almost to the point of killing someone if they simply decided to move. Like any predator, quick movements usually caught his eyes first. Slaughtering more than just one target a time almost became his specialty than just taking out one creature in the end. Killua knew that his time was running out in Snowbound whether he liked it or not. His interaction with Typhoon had really made him think what he had done in his life that he couldn't remember anymore. Someone tainted his memory, and he was fairly certain that there would be no way for him to try and get it back. He wasn't about to hire someone to dwell into his memories to see if they could dig anything up. And if he did, he would just end up killing them because they would know too much information about him and the Zoldycks. There were too many risks in doing something like that, and his brother's voice became more and more apparent as each day passed. Him not sleeping definitely didn't help his condition either as the more exhausted he was, the more his brother was able to travel into his mind.
The assassin couldn't sleep though thanks to the damn nightmares that his brother kept on giving him. The sight of Amorette bloody on the ground quick to wake him up. The albino serval had to do something that would keep him occupied so that he wouldn't end up going insane. He knew the traits of insanity, and he was slowly starting to fill in the gaps to be considered so. He had started to isolate himself from the rest of the animals that were in Snowbound. After all, he didn't actually want to kill any of them. Or did he? He couldn't tell anymore. Memories, emotions, and actions all jumbled up inside the skull of his. The young male stayed close to the borders, so that he could potentially leave the territory to cool his head if he needed to, or just talk to someone that could potentially be joining. Sure he would possibly have an attitude, but he didn't care right now. Killua blinked his sapphire blue eyes as the large ears on the top of his head began to swivel in the direction that he heard voices coming from. He recognized each and every one of them. Jacob and London. He would have expected London to take it easy since her attack, but it seemed like she wanted to do something else in the meantime. The assassin huffed to himself as he got up onto his paws, and leaned on the branch that he was on. Killua's light made it didn't make the lower branch creak in the slightest, as he knew how to distribute his weight when it came to regarding trees. His air elementals made it impossible to catch his scent unless he wanted someone to, and it kept his pawsteps completely muffled with each step he took. He would leap from branch to branch. climbing slightly higher with each jump that he made as he arrived on the scene. The hell was that? And what the hell was with this guy's scent? It smelled pretty awful, but Killua showed no sign of this in his body language or facial features. The other was obviously large and heavily mutated in some shape or form. His metal claws sank into the branch that he was on, several feet above the ground as he laid himself on the branch he was on. He opened his mouth and conjured up a lollipop, in which the smell of candy could be smelled from his current perch. This guy was definitely strange, and Killua immediately got a bad vibe from him. What kind of guy that looked like that wanted to join a peaceful clan? He expected this from a group that was practically warbound. The albino serval wasn't afraid of the other, just like the rest of the Snowbound members that had arrived to introduce themselves to the other. "The hell did you come from? A radioactive cesspool?" Killua commented on the other's appearance, his tone almost completely monotone. It was honestly a geniune question. Most animals didn't have so many mutations one after the other. The things that moved across his body reminded him a little bit about worms and didn't exactly make him feel all that great. He was definitely on alert with this guy just in case he tried to attack him.
The assassin couldn't sleep though thanks to the damn nightmares that his brother kept on giving him. The sight of Amorette bloody on the ground quick to wake him up. The albino serval had to do something that would keep him occupied so that he wouldn't end up going insane. He knew the traits of insanity, and he was slowly starting to fill in the gaps to be considered so. He had started to isolate himself from the rest of the animals that were in Snowbound. After all, he didn't actually want to kill any of them. Or did he? He couldn't tell anymore. Memories, emotions, and actions all jumbled up inside the skull of his. The young male stayed close to the borders, so that he could potentially leave the territory to cool his head if he needed to, or just talk to someone that could potentially be joining. Sure he would possibly have an attitude, but he didn't care right now. Killua blinked his sapphire blue eyes as the large ears on the top of his head began to swivel in the direction that he heard voices coming from. He recognized each and every one of them. Jacob and London. He would have expected London to take it easy since her attack, but it seemed like she wanted to do something else in the meantime. The assassin huffed to himself as he got up onto his paws, and leaned on the branch that he was on. Killua's light made it didn't make the lower branch creak in the slightest, as he knew how to distribute his weight when it came to regarding trees. His air elementals made it impossible to catch his scent unless he wanted someone to, and it kept his pawsteps completely muffled with each step he took. He would leap from branch to branch. climbing slightly higher with each jump that he made as he arrived on the scene. The hell was that? And what the hell was with this guy's scent? It smelled pretty awful, but Killua showed no sign of this in his body language or facial features. The other was obviously large and heavily mutated in some shape or form. His metal claws sank into the branch that he was on, several feet above the ground as he laid himself on the branch he was on. He opened his mouth and conjured up a lollipop, in which the smell of candy could be smelled from his current perch. This guy was definitely strange, and Killua immediately got a bad vibe from him. What kind of guy that looked like that wanted to join a peaceful clan? He expected this from a group that was practically warbound. The albino serval wasn't afraid of the other, just like the rest of the Snowbound members that had arrived to introduce themselves to the other. "The hell did you come from? A radioactive cesspool?" Killua commented on the other's appearance, his tone almost completely monotone. It was honestly a geniune question. Most animals didn't have so many mutations one after the other. The things that moved across his body reminded him a little bit about worms and didn't exactly make him feel all that great. He was definitely on alert with this guy just in case he tried to attack him.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO