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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua of course would remember the interaction that he had ended up having with Argus. With as much mental trauma that he had gone through, that had been one of the most stressful moments he had ever been dealt with in the clans. He didn't expect anyone to know who he was because he kept such a low profile in the clans that most of the time he made sure that he wasn't even really noticed all that much. Others may know him just because he goes around a little bit way too much, but what was he supposed to do when there was nothing happening in the group that he was currently living in? Just sit and let the bored emotions that he constantly felt rot him away from the inside out? He thought not. He needed to keep himself occupied, and it was because of that he had come across the canine, and thought it was just going to be a regular interaction. Instead, the interaction had been put on its head once the other had revealed that she had actually knew him. Killua had only gone through some emotional trauma like this similar to when his brother would commonly approach him about ready to give his younger brother punishment again for not following the orders that he had been given to him. Killua was able to start to figure out what his brother had been trying to do to his emotion while he had interacted with the female. Someone he still didn't know the name of, not like it really mattered to him. The assassin figured out that Argus potentially knew information that his older brother didn't want him to know about. Why would his older brother put so much effort into effecting his memories if what she was saying was a lie? It didn't make any sense toward him after all. His older brother had tried to make Killua go aggressive against the canine. But that hadn't been why he was there in the first place. He had just wanted to talk to some other faces that weren't in Snowbound for a little bit. Who knew that an interaction would go so far to the point that they would almost get to where they wanted to kill each other. Killua had stopped his aggression by inflicting a wound on himself. Then he had tried to figure out whatever Argus was saying was lie or truth. Since Illumi couldn't control his younger brother through the means of aggression, he decided to do the next best thing. Fear. There was only one instance in his life that Killua had actually felt fear for once, and that had been when he was up against his brother. His brother is the only one capable of instilling such an emotion into him. So for him to feel it against the canine it had immediately set him on edge. Soon he couldn't take the forces and the emotions in his head and he ended up running away. An action that he hadn't done in a very long time. Ever since then, Killua hadn't been himself and he hadn't managed to figure out why. If his brother wanted to mess with him, he would have stopped by now and shown himself. Instead, he didn't and kept himself hidden. There was still a chance that the other didn't even remotely know about his whereabouts and actually didn't know where he was. He hoped it was that, as he wasn't prepared right now to face off his brother in his current condition. Killua's body immediately tensed up at the sight of the white-hued canine though. Her fur strikingly similar to the way his own fur was. It made him uneasy. A pained look seemed to spread across his facial features for a couple seconds as the color of his eyes flashed to black. He raised one of his paws to touch the side of his head, his claws and the paws of his pads smeared with the female's blood. He focused on keeping himself calm and not trying to give into the emotions that most likely not his own. The other wasn't going to attack him, at least that's what he was hoping. Considering her body language, she definitely wasn't happy with this situation.
It was then Killua realized that it might be similar to what she was talking about when he had dropped her dead son off. But this wasn't a family matter right now, and instead, it seemed to be a simple individual. Was Typhoon going to end up becoming an enemy to Snowbound? If this was the case he would make sure to relay it to the rest of Snowbound. The true question was though, would he be able to beat the female in a fight? Could he even win? questions jumbled themselves around in his contaminated head as he struggled to stay focused on the situation that was in front of him. His eyes had already returned to their usual shade, and he lowered his claw back onto the graveled ground. His breathing had quickened significantly, but not because of his exhaustion, but because of the emotions that were running through his body. "She's not going to die if that's what you're looking for. Her wounds are minor, she's lucky." Killua growled low as he lashed his shortened tail behind him. His large ears were pointed in the canines direction, and it was obvious he was alert to all of his surroundings. "She.." He paused so that he could raise one of his bloodied paws and point a claw at her, ".. attacked a child. One that didn't deserve it. She nearly killed her. If I hadn't been there she would have bled to death right outside of our camp." Killua spat the words out. Sure, London was older than he was, but he didn't have a medical condition like she did. The albino clouded leopard having hemophilia, so a simple scratch could be quick enough to be the likes of ending her life. There seemed to be a hint underneath Killua's tone, almost only directed toward Argus when he spoke. As if to say 'she's lucky I didn't kill her' type of tone. His metal claws flexed into the ground as his shoulder muscles seemed to twitch. There was something off about the child.
Killua of course would remember the interaction that he had ended up having with Argus. With as much mental trauma that he had gone through, that had been one of the most stressful moments he had ever been dealt with in the clans. He didn't expect anyone to know who he was because he kept such a low profile in the clans that most of the time he made sure that he wasn't even really noticed all that much. Others may know him just because he goes around a little bit way too much, but what was he supposed to do when there was nothing happening in the group that he was currently living in? Just sit and let the bored emotions that he constantly felt rot him away from the inside out? He thought not. He needed to keep himself occupied, and it was because of that he had come across the canine, and thought it was just going to be a regular interaction. Instead, the interaction had been put on its head once the other had revealed that she had actually knew him. Killua had only gone through some emotional trauma like this similar to when his brother would commonly approach him about ready to give his younger brother punishment again for not following the orders that he had been given to him. Killua was able to start to figure out what his brother had been trying to do to his emotion while he had interacted with the female. Someone he still didn't know the name of, not like it really mattered to him. The assassin figured out that Argus potentially knew information that his older brother didn't want him to know about. Why would his older brother put so much effort into effecting his memories if what she was saying was a lie? It didn't make any sense toward him after all. His older brother had tried to make Killua go aggressive against the canine. But that hadn't been why he was there in the first place. He had just wanted to talk to some other faces that weren't in Snowbound for a little bit. Who knew that an interaction would go so far to the point that they would almost get to where they wanted to kill each other. Killua had stopped his aggression by inflicting a wound on himself. Then he had tried to figure out whatever Argus was saying was lie or truth. Since Illumi couldn't control his younger brother through the means of aggression, he decided to do the next best thing. Fear. There was only one instance in his life that Killua had actually felt fear for once, and that had been when he was up against his brother. His brother is the only one capable of instilling such an emotion into him. So for him to feel it against the canine it had immediately set him on edge. Soon he couldn't take the forces and the emotions in his head and he ended up running away. An action that he hadn't done in a very long time. Ever since then, Killua hadn't been himself and he hadn't managed to figure out why. If his brother wanted to mess with him, he would have stopped by now and shown himself. Instead, he didn't and kept himself hidden. There was still a chance that the other didn't even remotely know about his whereabouts and actually didn't know where he was. He hoped it was that, as he wasn't prepared right now to face off his brother in his current condition. Killua's body immediately tensed up at the sight of the white-hued canine though. Her fur strikingly similar to the way his own fur was. It made him uneasy. A pained look seemed to spread across his facial features for a couple seconds as the color of his eyes flashed to black. He raised one of his paws to touch the side of his head, his claws and the paws of his pads smeared with the female's blood. He focused on keeping himself calm and not trying to give into the emotions that most likely not his own. The other wasn't going to attack him, at least that's what he was hoping. Considering her body language, she definitely wasn't happy with this situation.
It was then Killua realized that it might be similar to what she was talking about when he had dropped her dead son off. But this wasn't a family matter right now, and instead, it seemed to be a simple individual. Was Typhoon going to end up becoming an enemy to Snowbound? If this was the case he would make sure to relay it to the rest of Snowbound. The true question was though, would he be able to beat the female in a fight? Could he even win? questions jumbled themselves around in his contaminated head as he struggled to stay focused on the situation that was in front of him. His eyes had already returned to their usual shade, and he lowered his claw back onto the graveled ground. His breathing had quickened significantly, but not because of his exhaustion, but because of the emotions that were running through his body. "She's not going to die if that's what you're looking for. Her wounds are minor, she's lucky." Killua growled low as he lashed his shortened tail behind him. His large ears were pointed in the canines direction, and it was obvious he was alert to all of his surroundings. "She.." He paused so that he could raise one of his bloodied paws and point a claw at her, ".. attacked a child. One that didn't deserve it. She nearly killed her. If I hadn't been there she would have bled to death right outside of our camp." Killua spat the words out. Sure, London was older than he was, but he didn't have a medical condition like she did. The albino clouded leopard having hemophilia, so a simple scratch could be quick enough to be the likes of ending her life. There seemed to be a hint underneath Killua's tone, almost only directed toward Argus when he spoke. As if to say 'she's lucky I didn't kill her' type of tone. His metal claws flexed into the ground as his shoulder muscles seemed to twitch. There was something off about the child.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO