04-08-2018, 03:21 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Retro to Killua killing people!)
Killing someone isn't as hard as one may think, especially those that lived in the clans and thought that killing someone was some sort of crime. That was something that Killua never really paid attention to with the clans on the factor that he considered them weak for not wanting to kill others that had started trouble with them. What was a better deterrent? Killing someone? Or simply knocking them out and giving them a slap on the wrist? Killing someone would leave a long lasting impression on the group that they were from. Having been raised by a elite family of assassins, Killua knew how easy it was to take a life no matter what size of the animal it was. Every creature a weakness that anyone could exploit, and that even mean the likes of dragons could be killed by someone that was around the size that he was. It wasn't hard, as his claws did most of the work when he was younger. Snapping necks weren't difficult once someone was lying flattened against the ground and he could turn their head with one of his paws with a quick motion. The assassin didn't have a guilt for those that he had killed in the past. Killua thought he should have felt some guilt for taking the lives of those that belonged to families away. He had just been following orders and it hadn't been anything personal. The only time he had really killed other animals had been when he was on a mission. Younger, he enjoyed taking the lives of others, the small high that he used to get when he felt their blood in between his claws and the pride he felt at the success of another mission so that him and his family could actually get paid for their work. But that's all he had ever been to his family. An object for them to use for their own benefit. He didn't want to have the likes of his life planned out for him already, and he figured that out by himself after living in two different clans for a majority of his life. On the run from his family that would ultimately end up catching up to him if he wasn't careful on how he kept to the down low. When he had returned to the mansion that he had grown up in, more like a prison, he had told his family what he had wanted. They were all immediately furious and refused to acknowledge his wishes. Angry himself, Killua picked the right time to be able to get out of the mansion, although his mother and his brother tried to stop him. They didn't last long once they faced his metal claws, stabbing his mother in the face and crippling his brother by attacking him in the sides. Killua held no remorse for those that were in his way, but thanks to the training that he had gotten at a very young age meant that he had no idea how to socially interact with others without the intention of actually manipulating them. When he talked to someone, he usually made mental notes for the way that they talked, the small quirks and movements that they would do in response to some of his questions. All in order to gather information that he could use against them in a later basis if they became a threat to him and his goal. Or if they got hired by his family to try and take him out and bring him back home to do what they wanted. He didn't want to be an assassin anymore, at least that's what he kept telling himself. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about when he attacked the caracal female that had attacked London. He hadn't expected London to nearly die from blood loss in a matter of seconds, but she almost had. The other mocked him, and she thought that she could just get away without even remotely a fight? Considering his species he had a bigger speed advantage than a caracal, and was able to over take the female. During one strike, however, the Typhoon member ended up screaming in pain, and it was that time he felt the same feeling he used to get when he was just a kitten. An emotion that he had suppressed since he decided to risk his life while living in the clans. He felt SATISFIED to have caused the other pain. And he felt disgusted with himself, and yet those were his emotions. Would he ever feel differently when it came to trying hurt others or even killing them? Killua didn't have the answer to that, even if he wishes he did. The only creatures he was willing to interact with at the moment was his adopted sister Amorette, who was currently a robot, and not much for conversation, and that was it. Others probably considered him loyal and wanted to protect the clan at all costs, well they had it wrong. Even after being promoted his goal had not changed. A low groan escaped Killua's jaws as he stopped himself near a tree. He raised one of his paws to the side of his temple, having been awake since two days ago without any sleep. Each step he took, he could feel his claws sinking further into the ground as if he wanted to sink his claws into something. His mind was a constant jumble of emotions, whether they were brought on by his brother's control or his own he couldn't tell. Killua was now a Snowseeker though, promoted recently by Leigh. Which meant that he was deputy. Again. For a different clan though. Killua had no intention of actually doing his job while he lived in this place. He was only eight months old and was more than capable of acting as an adult in most circumstances. However, that didn't mean he wanted to.
He wanted to at least know what it felt like to be a kid after all. His white paws matched perfectly with the snow that was constantly around the territory at this moment, and they made no sound with each step that he took. His head was slightly lowered, and for once he wasn't in any sort of tree scouting out the territory. He walked toward the border like he usually did, to keep track of those that came in and out of the clan for his own reasons. Once he got closer to the border though, his ears started to perk at a noise that he was able to hear in the distance. The hell? His acute hearing for a serval wasn't exactly able to pick up exactly what the sound was, but it was obviously something that was there. A huff escaped his jaws as he just figured it was going to be some loner that was just making a racket. He flicked one of his large white ears as he continued forward, no scent coming from his body thanks to his air elementals. Killua arrived on the border, and he was able to hear what was happening a little bit more clearly. Killua was able to hear what was going on before he was able to smell it, but once he was able to catch the scent it immediately put him on edge. That smelled like a lot of blood to him. Cursing under his breath, he ran over the border, and he arrived in a matter of seconds on the scene. His eyes were wide with shock as his ears pinned to his skull. The serval surveyed the scene that was in front of him, and he wasn't exactly sure what was going on. There was a canine that almost looked to be his age that was screaming in a panic, covered in wounds. There were other canines that seemed to have been exploded. Was that just water? There were no external injuries, so something must have happened to their organs. "Kuso." Killua said under his breath, knowing that as soon as any Snowbound member came across this they would probably lose their mind. Killua's attention turned back toward the dog. It was a pointer, an athletic breed, and he had a backpack. He was covered in bite marks, which if not treated the other may lose too much blood and die. He would inwardly groan as he wasn't the greatest medic, but he didn't want others to die so close to him. Besides, he needed to know what happened. Cautiously, as what happened to the attackers probably could happen to him, he approached the other. "Uh hey there. It's gonna be okay alright?" Killua was horrible at this. He knew. How the hell was he supposed to comfort someone?! He was an assassin not some sort of miracle worker. Clearing his throat, Killua would stop himself at least two feet from the canine, in hopes of not spooking him with his appearance. There, he raised his paws and conjured up the necessary supplies he would need, dropping them in a clean patch of snow. Bandages. Gauze. Stitching wire. Needle. Disinfectant. The gory scene in front of him didn't seem to deter the wildcat in the sense at all. What did Circusclown tell him? Everyone has their own threshold when it comes to dealing with death. He doubted that the other male had ever seen death before. Just his luck. "Okay, I'm just gonna need you to look at me okay? Don't look at them okay? I'm gonna stop your bleed okay?" Once either Jacob or London got here, they would probably be a lot better at this than he was. Grabbing some gauze in his mouth, he would slink forward, the cautious side of him always winning over. Carefully, Killua would aim to place the gauze on the back of the other's neck, pressing slightly so that the medical supply would adhere to the other's body. Killua would stop there though as he gauged the other's reaction.
Killing someone isn't as hard as one may think, especially those that lived in the clans and thought that killing someone was some sort of crime. That was something that Killua never really paid attention to with the clans on the factor that he considered them weak for not wanting to kill others that had started trouble with them. What was a better deterrent? Killing someone? Or simply knocking them out and giving them a slap on the wrist? Killing someone would leave a long lasting impression on the group that they were from. Having been raised by a elite family of assassins, Killua knew how easy it was to take a life no matter what size of the animal it was. Every creature a weakness that anyone could exploit, and that even mean the likes of dragons could be killed by someone that was around the size that he was. It wasn't hard, as his claws did most of the work when he was younger. Snapping necks weren't difficult once someone was lying flattened against the ground and he could turn their head with one of his paws with a quick motion. The assassin didn't have a guilt for those that he had killed in the past. Killua thought he should have felt some guilt for taking the lives of those that belonged to families away. He had just been following orders and it hadn't been anything personal. The only time he had really killed other animals had been when he was on a mission. Younger, he enjoyed taking the lives of others, the small high that he used to get when he felt their blood in between his claws and the pride he felt at the success of another mission so that him and his family could actually get paid for their work. But that's all he had ever been to his family. An object for them to use for their own benefit. He didn't want to have the likes of his life planned out for him already, and he figured that out by himself after living in two different clans for a majority of his life. On the run from his family that would ultimately end up catching up to him if he wasn't careful on how he kept to the down low. When he had returned to the mansion that he had grown up in, more like a prison, he had told his family what he had wanted. They were all immediately furious and refused to acknowledge his wishes. Angry himself, Killua picked the right time to be able to get out of the mansion, although his mother and his brother tried to stop him. They didn't last long once they faced his metal claws, stabbing his mother in the face and crippling his brother by attacking him in the sides. Killua held no remorse for those that were in his way, but thanks to the training that he had gotten at a very young age meant that he had no idea how to socially interact with others without the intention of actually manipulating them. When he talked to someone, he usually made mental notes for the way that they talked, the small quirks and movements that they would do in response to some of his questions. All in order to gather information that he could use against them in a later basis if they became a threat to him and his goal. Or if they got hired by his family to try and take him out and bring him back home to do what they wanted. He didn't want to be an assassin anymore, at least that's what he kept telling himself. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about when he attacked the caracal female that had attacked London. He hadn't expected London to nearly die from blood loss in a matter of seconds, but she almost had. The other mocked him, and she thought that she could just get away without even remotely a fight? Considering his species he had a bigger speed advantage than a caracal, and was able to over take the female. During one strike, however, the Typhoon member ended up screaming in pain, and it was that time he felt the same feeling he used to get when he was just a kitten. An emotion that he had suppressed since he decided to risk his life while living in the clans. He felt SATISFIED to have caused the other pain. And he felt disgusted with himself, and yet those were his emotions. Would he ever feel differently when it came to trying hurt others or even killing them? Killua didn't have the answer to that, even if he wishes he did. The only creatures he was willing to interact with at the moment was his adopted sister Amorette, who was currently a robot, and not much for conversation, and that was it. Others probably considered him loyal and wanted to protect the clan at all costs, well they had it wrong. Even after being promoted his goal had not changed. A low groan escaped Killua's jaws as he stopped himself near a tree. He raised one of his paws to the side of his temple, having been awake since two days ago without any sleep. Each step he took, he could feel his claws sinking further into the ground as if he wanted to sink his claws into something. His mind was a constant jumble of emotions, whether they were brought on by his brother's control or his own he couldn't tell. Killua was now a Snowseeker though, promoted recently by Leigh. Which meant that he was deputy. Again. For a different clan though. Killua had no intention of actually doing his job while he lived in this place. He was only eight months old and was more than capable of acting as an adult in most circumstances. However, that didn't mean he wanted to.
He wanted to at least know what it felt like to be a kid after all. His white paws matched perfectly with the snow that was constantly around the territory at this moment, and they made no sound with each step that he took. His head was slightly lowered, and for once he wasn't in any sort of tree scouting out the territory. He walked toward the border like he usually did, to keep track of those that came in and out of the clan for his own reasons. Once he got closer to the border though, his ears started to perk at a noise that he was able to hear in the distance. The hell? His acute hearing for a serval wasn't exactly able to pick up exactly what the sound was, but it was obviously something that was there. A huff escaped his jaws as he just figured it was going to be some loner that was just making a racket. He flicked one of his large white ears as he continued forward, no scent coming from his body thanks to his air elementals. Killua arrived on the border, and he was able to hear what was happening a little bit more clearly. Killua was able to hear what was going on before he was able to smell it, but once he was able to catch the scent it immediately put him on edge. That smelled like a lot of blood to him. Cursing under his breath, he ran over the border, and he arrived in a matter of seconds on the scene. His eyes were wide with shock as his ears pinned to his skull. The serval surveyed the scene that was in front of him, and he wasn't exactly sure what was going on. There was a canine that almost looked to be his age that was screaming in a panic, covered in wounds. There were other canines that seemed to have been exploded. Was that just water? There were no external injuries, so something must have happened to their organs. "Kuso." Killua said under his breath, knowing that as soon as any Snowbound member came across this they would probably lose their mind. Killua's attention turned back toward the dog. It was a pointer, an athletic breed, and he had a backpack. He was covered in bite marks, which if not treated the other may lose too much blood and die. He would inwardly groan as he wasn't the greatest medic, but he didn't want others to die so close to him. Besides, he needed to know what happened. Cautiously, as what happened to the attackers probably could happen to him, he approached the other. "Uh hey there. It's gonna be okay alright?" Killua was horrible at this. He knew. How the hell was he supposed to comfort someone?! He was an assassin not some sort of miracle worker. Clearing his throat, Killua would stop himself at least two feet from the canine, in hopes of not spooking him with his appearance. There, he raised his paws and conjured up the necessary supplies he would need, dropping them in a clean patch of snow. Bandages. Gauze. Stitching wire. Needle. Disinfectant. The gory scene in front of him didn't seem to deter the wildcat in the sense at all. What did Circusclown tell him? Everyone has their own threshold when it comes to dealing with death. He doubted that the other male had ever seen death before. Just his luck. "Okay, I'm just gonna need you to look at me okay? Don't look at them okay? I'm gonna stop your bleed okay?" Once either Jacob or London got here, they would probably be a lot better at this than he was. Grabbing some gauze in his mouth, he would slink forward, the cautious side of him always winning over. Carefully, Killua would aim to place the gauze on the back of the other's neck, pressing slightly so that the medical supply would adhere to the other's body. Killua would stop there though as he gauged the other's reaction.
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