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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Mother's were important to any young animal's life. Not all mothers were constantly good as one would gather them to be. There were plenty of corrupted parents out there that children had to deal with on a daily basis, and the parents half the time didn't think that hey were doing anything wrong. Killua knew of several instances in the first clan that he was stationed in, that was similar to the one that they were in now, of children simply being abandoned on the border of the clans that they lived in. Killua didn't feel any sympathy for those that were just dropped off into the territory out of simple consideration that he had done something simliar, but he had decided to leave his parents instead of being abandoned by them. They always told him that once a Zoldyck, always a Zoldyck so it wouldn't be like they would never treat him like famly agian. Either way, he watched the fearful looks that pups and kittens gave him each time he approached them and asked where their parents were. The answers were always the same. They either remember their parents dropping them for a couple of hours on the ground and saying that they would be back and then they would never return. Or, the more common one was that they didn't know who their parents were and were trying to come to the clans to figure out who they were. Surprise no surprise, they would never manage to find their parents and someone in the clan would usually opt to adopt them if there were any animals in the area willing to take them in. This made Killua think that any of the mothers that were near the clan didn't really seem to want to have children, were just terrible parents, or just wanted something better for their child. Growing up without a group like a clan could prove difficult for others, especially for animals that weren't pack animals, which were predators that usually weren't wolves or canines. They were out all alone, and one would think that they would spend their time in solitary for the rest of their life and be fine because it was part of their instincts. However, some animals were sentient enough to want to be around others or at least have an option of an easy life instead of constantly being worried about the next time there would potentially be someone after them and trying to kill them. The clans themselves could either be a safe haven or complete horror with how dangerous they were. Larger animals liked to challenge the clans for the lands that they had, or other clans would challenge each other for the dumbest reasons. At least reasons that Killua considered them to be dumb. Some chiildren were better off dealing without their parents though. Children that are left behind usually seem to have a huge lucky streak that helps them through life. Which Killua wished he had after he had left his own family for some time now and yet he couldn't get rid of them. It was as if they couldn't take the hint that he was laying down for them. In Killua's case, his mother was in sufferable. Indeed the female had given birth to him while she was in a different body, his mother capable of shapeshifting, he swore that the cougar did everything in her power to keep everything away from her own son. Killua wasn't an idiot though, and sooner or later figured out the tactic that she used to try and get him to do whatever the hell that she wanted. Besides, she barely ended up raising him, and he was taught fairly quickly at a young age that he was going to need to be pretty independent and provide for himself. This had happened to the rest of his siblings as well, where they were forced to learn how to live without asking the butlers to give them whatever they wanted. It definitely wasn't nice that all the butlers that were on the property followed everything that his mother said, so she could easily tell them not to comply with any of the orders that he would give to them and he would have no choice but to go do what he wanted by himself. This also doesn't mean that he didn't end up killing one of the butlers out of frustration. He got scolded for killing a butler once as it would just mean that the family would have to pay for the training of another butler and make sure they are up to par. At that age, Killua didn't care and continued to do what he wanted on a daily basis. The female cougar pestered him for how many times he would ask to get a job from her just so that he could go outside of the mansion and see the world again, even if it was just for a short amount of time. She would grow hysteric when he was younger when he asked if he could go outside of the mansion doors, so he had stopped asking after that had happened. He constantly watched as the female's emotions flickered from one to the other, and she never really could seem to control herself either.
She was cruel, and there was no love that was ever expressed toward him by his mother. Instead, she simply smothered him to the point that she would be able to hopefully manipulate him, which ended up exploding in her face when Killua ended up attacking her to get away from the mansion. He had no idea what his mother could probably be doing, and he honestly didn't care that much. this doesn't mean he wants his mother dead though, sure he might threaten to kill her in the future, but they're still family even if they didn't end up caring about him. Since he had left the mansion, Killua didn't exactly have anyone try to be a mother figure to him. Which wouldn't be all that difficult because the animal just couldn't be someone that would abuse him for the rest of his life. If they tried though, he had no relation to this animal and probably would just kill them for doing that to him. The assassin had other things to worry about than his mother though as he's easily stronger than the cougar herself. He has to worry about his father and grandfather if they ever wanted to get involved in tracking him down. They would probably find him in a matter of days, even if he was a several months journey away from the mansion he had grown up in. He would rather be in a group of clanners that did nothing but kill day after day than go back to those that actually were family. Ever since he had killed those two animals just outside of the border though, Killua definitely hadn't been himself. He was high strung, impatient, and he was nervous while he was around others. He was nervous over the factor that he might not be able to keep his body under his own control after what Illumi had done to him. The older brother by now capable of taking control of his younger brothers body to make him do whatever he wanted. A dangerous combination where his older brother was far crueler than Klllua could ever be. He had been more vigilant of his temper and had tried to keep it down a couple notches. Until Hisoka had decided to make an appearance at the border when he was obviously looking for some sort of fight. It pissed him off. Either way, the Snowseeker was walking through the territory late at night. Which wasn't uncommon and he didn't exactly want to fall asleep with his brother barking up a storm in the back of his head. That was just asking for something bad to happen to him. Killua wasn't going from tree to tree this time as he explored the territory, not really anticipating anything interesting to happen when it was so late. Most animals in the clan didn't want to go out in the freezing temperatures. Killua didn't have to worry about the cold thanks to his elemental powers though. He wasn't alone this time though, as he had Koru around his neck. Spending quality time with the albino black mamba as the other reacted to his body language and feelings. Koru was basically a friend to Killua all things considered. The only one that he had in the clan other than Amorette, but he couldn't communicate to the tiny robot like he wanted. The albino black mamba was wrapped loosely around his neck since he was trying to avoid moving the bandages that wrapped around the deputies body. He would offer the snake a small grin from his lips as the other had his head laying on his right shoulder. His claws were sheathed, and his mood seemed to be calm for once in a long time. All of that was basically ruined when the familiar smell of blood filled his nostrils. At first, he thought that it may be the remnants of those that he had killed two days ago if the Snowbounders didn't deal with the body when he had left them to tend and clean himself off. He ignored it for a couple of seconds, and even longer until he could hear vocalization's in the distance. Killua was quick to become nervous as anxiety bubbled up in his chest. He knew that he was a killer, but what else could have happened in the middle of Snowbound territory with someone else? The wildcat picked up the pace through the snow, feeling Koru move tighter around his neck so that he wouldn't end up slipping off.
The full-grown snake a lot larger than Killua when it came to body length. Hearing more vocalizations though, it made him go into a complete sprint. He could feel one of his stitches rip open from his side but he didn't really care. He was practically in a panic as Killua arrived on the scene, skidding through the snow to a complete stop. Despite that, Killua still made no sound with his movements. He was breathing a bit heavier, and Koru's eyes went toward the scent of blood, and Killua's sapphire blue eyes widened in shock. It was Raine. The lynx that had joined with Kayn and the Ecto. What the hell had just happened?! Killua looked around the area for a second, looking to see if there were any pawsteps that were leaving the area, but he didn't see any. Teleportation? He would have to check the trees later if someone teleported away, but one only could do so by sight. What if the animal had wings? They could fly away if they wanted to, but then he would have smelled some scent along the wind at least and maybe a small feather would have come off from the assailant. Killua clenched his jaw as his gaze moved toward Kayn, obviously upset, and his younger sister. shit. He wasn't good when it came to any of this at all. His eyes did move toward the large indent of the snow where someone had decided to lay themselves down, obviously Kayn. "What happened?" Killua asked in a hushed tone, feeling as if it was partly his fault. He could have fought off any sort of attacker, and it was obvious she had been mauled to death. He doubted any of them would answer, but any information was good enough for him. If any of the bones had teeth marks on them, he could potentially identify what species could have done it. His eyes did travel toward the bowls of water, and how wet Kayn was. Immediately, his eyes narrowed. There was no rain. There was no way he could have gotten wet just standing there in the melting snow. At least not all the way down to his skin. The other must have conjured up the bowls as a means to wash something a way. Killua wasn't an idiot. "Why?" Killua questioned the other, obviously not going to beat around the bush as to what had just happened. This guy had just killed someone, and he needed to know why he had just done it. The other was obviously upset from killing her, so then what could have happened? Killua didn't know enough about Kayn to be able to come up with a conclusion.
She was cruel, and there was no love that was ever expressed toward him by his mother. Instead, she simply smothered him to the point that she would be able to hopefully manipulate him, which ended up exploding in her face when Killua ended up attacking her to get away from the mansion. He had no idea what his mother could probably be doing, and he honestly didn't care that much. this doesn't mean he wants his mother dead though, sure he might threaten to kill her in the future, but they're still family even if they didn't end up caring about him. Since he had left the mansion, Killua didn't exactly have anyone try to be a mother figure to him. Which wouldn't be all that difficult because the animal just couldn't be someone that would abuse him for the rest of his life. If they tried though, he had no relation to this animal and probably would just kill them for doing that to him. The assassin had other things to worry about than his mother though as he's easily stronger than the cougar herself. He has to worry about his father and grandfather if they ever wanted to get involved in tracking him down. They would probably find him in a matter of days, even if he was a several months journey away from the mansion he had grown up in. He would rather be in a group of clanners that did nothing but kill day after day than go back to those that actually were family. Ever since he had killed those two animals just outside of the border though, Killua definitely hadn't been himself. He was high strung, impatient, and he was nervous while he was around others. He was nervous over the factor that he might not be able to keep his body under his own control after what Illumi had done to him. The older brother by now capable of taking control of his younger brothers body to make him do whatever he wanted. A dangerous combination where his older brother was far crueler than Klllua could ever be. He had been more vigilant of his temper and had tried to keep it down a couple notches. Until Hisoka had decided to make an appearance at the border when he was obviously looking for some sort of fight. It pissed him off. Either way, the Snowseeker was walking through the territory late at night. Which wasn't uncommon and he didn't exactly want to fall asleep with his brother barking up a storm in the back of his head. That was just asking for something bad to happen to him. Killua wasn't going from tree to tree this time as he explored the territory, not really anticipating anything interesting to happen when it was so late. Most animals in the clan didn't want to go out in the freezing temperatures. Killua didn't have to worry about the cold thanks to his elemental powers though. He wasn't alone this time though, as he had Koru around his neck. Spending quality time with the albino black mamba as the other reacted to his body language and feelings. Koru was basically a friend to Killua all things considered. The only one that he had in the clan other than Amorette, but he couldn't communicate to the tiny robot like he wanted. The albino black mamba was wrapped loosely around his neck since he was trying to avoid moving the bandages that wrapped around the deputies body. He would offer the snake a small grin from his lips as the other had his head laying on his right shoulder. His claws were sheathed, and his mood seemed to be calm for once in a long time. All of that was basically ruined when the familiar smell of blood filled his nostrils. At first, he thought that it may be the remnants of those that he had killed two days ago if the Snowbounders didn't deal with the body when he had left them to tend and clean himself off. He ignored it for a couple of seconds, and even longer until he could hear vocalization's in the distance. Killua was quick to become nervous as anxiety bubbled up in his chest. He knew that he was a killer, but what else could have happened in the middle of Snowbound territory with someone else? The wildcat picked up the pace through the snow, feeling Koru move tighter around his neck so that he wouldn't end up slipping off.
The full-grown snake a lot larger than Killua when it came to body length. Hearing more vocalizations though, it made him go into a complete sprint. He could feel one of his stitches rip open from his side but he didn't really care. He was practically in a panic as Killua arrived on the scene, skidding through the snow to a complete stop. Despite that, Killua still made no sound with his movements. He was breathing a bit heavier, and Koru's eyes went toward the scent of blood, and Killua's sapphire blue eyes widened in shock. It was Raine. The lynx that had joined with Kayn and the Ecto. What the hell had just happened?! Killua looked around the area for a second, looking to see if there were any pawsteps that were leaving the area, but he didn't see any. Teleportation? He would have to check the trees later if someone teleported away, but one only could do so by sight. What if the animal had wings? They could fly away if they wanted to, but then he would have smelled some scent along the wind at least and maybe a small feather would have come off from the assailant. Killua clenched his jaw as his gaze moved toward Kayn, obviously upset, and his younger sister. shit. He wasn't good when it came to any of this at all. His eyes did move toward the large indent of the snow where someone had decided to lay themselves down, obviously Kayn. "What happened?" Killua asked in a hushed tone, feeling as if it was partly his fault. He could have fought off any sort of attacker, and it was obvious she had been mauled to death. He doubted any of them would answer, but any information was good enough for him. If any of the bones had teeth marks on them, he could potentially identify what species could have done it. His eyes did travel toward the bowls of water, and how wet Kayn was. Immediately, his eyes narrowed. There was no rain. There was no way he could have gotten wet just standing there in the melting snow. At least not all the way down to his skin. The other must have conjured up the bowls as a means to wash something a way. Killua wasn't an idiot. "Why?" Killua questioned the other, obviously not going to beat around the bush as to what had just happened. This guy had just killed someone, and he needed to know why he had just done it. The other was obviously upset from killing her, so then what could have happened? Killua didn't know enough about Kayn to be able to come up with a conclusion.
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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