04-07-2018, 03:38 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua wasn't exactly planning on going out to rescue Jacob like one would think. Sure he considered the other to be pretty cool in most regards, but he wasn't about to go out of his way to rescue someone. He didn't want the other to odie, so if the other was close to dying then he would most likely step in to help the other. What he was really after was the caracal female that was going to make a fool out of him even if he had torn out one of the tendons that was in her leg. How was the caracal capable of hawling off a canine that was much bigger than she was? Powers obviously, so that could give him a little bit of a hint when it came to dealing with the group anyway. Killua lashed his tail behind him as he debated what kind of plan that he was going to use to try and get out after the female. He already knew what was in the Typhoon, and the thought almost made his blood run cold at the thought of meeting up with her again. It wasn't his emotions that he was feeling about Argus, but instead the emotions that his brother had placed inside of him, making him want to fear the female. She knew about the Zoldyck's obviously if she knew about him, and she knew things that he honestly couldn't even remember having done before. Which was a huge concern, as he was an assassin. He was uspposed to remain strong, and yet, someone was able to catch him off guard for the first time in a long time. The young male had to at least do something. A groan escaped his jaws as he raised one of his paws and rubbed the front of his face. This was ridiculous. He shouldn't be SCARED of her. She was just a canine with wings. Someone he could easily take on if he wanted to. Everyone in the clans were the same. He could beat all of them. That had been the mentality that he had given himself and would stick by it. His large white ears on the top of his head began to swivel some as he heard pawsteps that were coming toward him. Ones that he had yet to memorize, and he turned his head to look at the approaching animal. The only thing that Killua could tell about the other's pawsteps was that it was small cat of some sort, obviously a domestic cat as there was nothing else in the clans right now. Blinking his sapphire blue eyes noticed Jersey had come up onto the scene. Well, this wasn't going to be good now was it? He heard from Jacob that they were almost practically like brothers, so the other was obviously going to be pissed. Killua himself was pissed enough, so putting two pissed of animals near each other probably wasn't the best idea. The other wanted to go rescue his brother? He was going to have a good time with that since Killua didn't believe the other would have any strength to do something like that. His eyes narrowed at the other when he started to yell. "Guys called the Typhoon. They live on an island, and there's only one way on and off the place. They've already attacked London, and its the same hag that did it." Killua would say with a low huff, but it was obvious with the way he was looking at the other he was scrutinizing him on whether or not he wanted to go on a suicide mission. His eyes turned toward Mike who had arrived at the same time he had given his explanation, so there was no reason for him to repeat himself.
snowbound -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons
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