04-10-2018, 01:08 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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The Zoldycks had only ever specialized in one thing, and that was taking the lives of others. When children grew up in a group that had a specific teaching and weren't allowed to explore the world around them, it meant that they wouldn't end up knowing better. How else would they? Children were supposed to have faith in their parents after all, and it was that faith that could ultimately end up corrupting a child if they were too willing to do what their parents told them to do. Luckily, each child went through a rebellious stage sooner or later when it came to their parents. Killua was lucky that his rebellious nature had been there with him from the very beginning. The assassin was able to figure out what his family was trying to do to him and how much they were trying to control his actions over and over again. There were several months that had passed during his life though that he was believing the lies that they constantly fed him. The brainwashing that they had done certianly worked, and because of that he was dealing with the side effects currently. Killua had no choice but to figure out everything himself because there was no one he was willing to ask for help. He was too damn stubborn to let something like that happen after all. Killua grew up thinking that taking the lives of others was perfectly okay. Especially when he looked up to his older brother Illumi. He had no reaosn to try and question what he told him until he went on a job for the first time, and was able to see the world for it truly was. A world that wasn't like the world that his brother and mother had explained to him. Keeping him locked up on that damn mansion where the locals could walk up to the massive gate to the entrance of the mountain to figure out what it would be like to see a Zoldyck member in the flesh and the blood. No one knew what a Zoldyck member even looked like however, and that's how it made it easier for them to slink around without being noticed. Killua was tired of constantly being fed the same information over and over again. He knew what his brother didn't want, and that was for him to be successful in his goal that he was searching for. He just wanted to make friends and live out his own life in different kinds of adventure instead of being stuck in one place. No matter how much he tried to get the emotions away from him thouh, they would always be dormant waiting for him to wake up the familiar feelings again. They could disappear for all he cared, but a portion of him knew that maybe in the future he was going to need that feeling once again. Killua couldn't let his feelings control him, but what could he do when his feelings controlled the way his body moved without him actually reacting to the situation? He was in a standstill of what to do right now after murdering two innocent creatures. And compared to the clanners, Killua believed himself to be entirely different than them. The only training that they got was fighting against the other clans that they got into wars with. They never bothered to try and train their powers by themselves probably on the account that clanners got too lonely too quickly. Killua wasn't like that, and constantly on the lookout to better himself in battle. He already had enough strength to take on clanners, he just needed the strength to take on his brother. Because of his personality, he wasn't going to be as nice and kind like the rest of the clanners he was residing with. He still didn't feel at home in a place like this no matter how kind they were to him.
Certainly, if the other's objective had been to piss off the wildcat, Hisoka had done just that with the cocky way that he had looked at him. Begging him to make the first move, but Killua wasn't an idiot. He would much rather wait for his opponent to come after him instead. He flexed his claws in the branch and kept the same facial feature spread across his face. This bastard. The other was probably mocking him in his head. Killua knew that the other was probably strong, but he could practically feel the excitement radiating off the other's body. That made him even more dangerous than he had originally thought. This was the kind of guy that was going to have fun ripping other's apart, and he couldn't have that happen. His gaze looked at the way that Hisoka was looking at Pierce, and even if he didn't exactly like the serval he wasn't going to let the other die. Killua would leap to a branch that was opposite of him, making no sound as he did so. This way he was looking directly at Hisoka instead of being slightly behind him. If he had to get Pierce out of the way, he was directly above the other Snowbounder. He would have to use his teleportation considering how close they were to each other. He was in a bad spot. He still had his own stiff injuries to take into account for. Killua clenched his jaws at the other finally responded to what he said. Maybe he shouldn't have said that he was practically allowed to do anything. That would give the guy the wrong idea after all, but it would also mean that Killua would get a chance to beat the crap out of the guy. If he could. The voice in the back of the assassin's head remaining silent during this entire exchange between the two battle-torn animals. "I know malice when I see it Baka~. I'm not blind." Killua growled toward the other, not caring if he was being rude or not toward the other. Killua had been around his family long enough to realize when someone was somewhat close to their own skill and their own occupation. The manner that the other held himself in had been the manner that Killua had held himself in. Complete confidence and no fear in those that lived in this place. "Like I care. I'm not like the rest of them. I'll see how you are once you live here and then maybe I'll give you my name." It wasn't a bargaining chip. Killua knew that. Everyone here knew his name at the moment, and if he were to ask anyone, they would openly tell his name to the other. Would the other fight him though to try and listen to his name? Killua could feel the uneasy and anxiety rising through his body, causing the short tip of his white tail to fidget behind him.
Certainly, if the other's objective had been to piss off the wildcat, Hisoka had done just that with the cocky way that he had looked at him. Begging him to make the first move, but Killua wasn't an idiot. He would much rather wait for his opponent to come after him instead. He flexed his claws in the branch and kept the same facial feature spread across his face. This bastard. The other was probably mocking him in his head. Killua knew that the other was probably strong, but he could practically feel the excitement radiating off the other's body. That made him even more dangerous than he had originally thought. This was the kind of guy that was going to have fun ripping other's apart, and he couldn't have that happen. His gaze looked at the way that Hisoka was looking at Pierce, and even if he didn't exactly like the serval he wasn't going to let the other die. Killua would leap to a branch that was opposite of him, making no sound as he did so. This way he was looking directly at Hisoka instead of being slightly behind him. If he had to get Pierce out of the way, he was directly above the other Snowbounder. He would have to use his teleportation considering how close they were to each other. He was in a bad spot. He still had his own stiff injuries to take into account for. Killua clenched his jaws at the other finally responded to what he said. Maybe he shouldn't have said that he was practically allowed to do anything. That would give the guy the wrong idea after all, but it would also mean that Killua would get a chance to beat the crap out of the guy. If he could. The voice in the back of the assassin's head remaining silent during this entire exchange between the two battle-torn animals. "I know malice when I see it Baka~. I'm not blind." Killua growled toward the other, not caring if he was being rude or not toward the other. Killua had been around his family long enough to realize when someone was somewhat close to their own skill and their own occupation. The manner that the other held himself in had been the manner that Killua had held himself in. Complete confidence and no fear in those that lived in this place. "Like I care. I'm not like the rest of them. I'll see how you are once you live here and then maybe I'll give you my name." It wasn't a bargaining chip. Killua knew that. Everyone here knew his name at the moment, and if he were to ask anyone, they would openly tell his name to the other. Would the other fight him though to try and listen to his name? Killua could feel the uneasy and anxiety rising through his body, causing the short tip of his white tail to fidget behind him.
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