04-12-2018, 01:35 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Loneliness was an emotion that Killua didn't think that he was capable of having. He was always surrounded by other animals nowadays, so one could think that he shouldn't be lonely while he was around others. That there shouldn't be any reason for him not to approach others and actually talk to try and learn about them. But what was the point of learning about who they were when he had already figured out what their past usually had after talking with them for the next couple of minutes? There was no point in trying to get to know someone if they weren't interesting. However, Killua didn't really have a choice when it came to him being picky, as he knew that if he waited for the perfect creature to come across him and they instantly became friends, that could wait for the rest of his life and there would be nothing that could be done to quicken something like this. Killua didn't even realize what emotion he was feeling after he had killed those animals. He had wanted to talk to someone about what he was going through. Sure, Kayn ended up following him but that didn't make him feel about a canine that he had only interacted one other time. Killua could care less about the canine just like most that lived inside of the camp after all. Killua dind't really want to listen to what Kayn had to say anyway. The other knew nothing about him, so he couldn't possibly know what he was going through. Besides, he hadn't been in the best mental condition to talk to someone directly after he had just killed two animals that were much larger than himself. He didn't want to kill though, which meant that someone had to have moved his body for him. Killua definitely could not have predicted this to happen, but as soon as Kayn did leave him, there was no one Killua could talk to. He wasn't about to approach Amorette with something as gruesome as this. Instead, Killua just kept everything to himself. A bad habit that he usually had all of the time when it came to trying to hide his feeling away from others. He was an expert, having been a pro assassin for a majority of his life once he met a certain threshold of kills. That threshold he wasn't really sure all that much anymore. Killua simply had traveled back to his cave after everything that had happened, and patched himself up in the cave that he lived alone in. Killua didn't try to live in the camp that was indeed Snowbound, as he didn't trust himself and he certainly didn't trust others that lived in Snowbound no matter how nice they could possibly be toward him. The albino serval had finished stitching himself up before he laid himself down in that cave. He hadn't expected it, but his reptile companion, Koru, approached him. He wasn't sure if it was possible to see in a snakes eyes, but he wanted to say he could almost see the concern in the reptile's eyes. Killua didn't know what he could say to the snake that wasn't capable of speaking back. The reptile curled around his unsheathed claws that were sinking into the rock of the cave that he considered to be his temporary base of operations. Eventually, he did let everything spill out of his mouth as soon as the albino black mamba had curled his way around his paws. The other obviously sensing his discomfort and fear that was radiating off of him. He talked about what he had become and that he was fearful that his condition may end up getting worse if he didn't do something. He could almost hear his brother snickering in the back of his mind. He talked to Koru for the majority of the night, and it actually felt nice to talk to someone that he knew wouldn't judge him for what he was. Killua was the only one that was capable of giving food to the reptile, and that meant that if Koru didn't stick around with him for a bit, the other would probably die in the frigid and cold condition. The entire time that he spoke, his entire body had been shaking, out of shock and fear that raked through his body. Was he even the same person anymore? What memories had been wiped from his head? What if he actually had a life before and his family took them away from him? Had he been forced to go back to square one and serve his family like an obedient son that he was? Killua had to keep his anger under control because if he didn't, it was going to end up with Koru seriously injured and he couldn't have that happen. His brother had been right, he didn't belong here.
He was alone. a feeling that he didn't have while he was with the Zoldyck family. But what if there was a chance for him to develop something? Killua refused to sleep that night, anxiety and stress eating away at the inside of his body. Knowing his current condition sleeping would just cause issues and would give his older brother a chance to take advantage of his mind and just feed him the night terrors that he was almost basically fine with nowadays. Killua didn't trust Argus at all since the other had talked to him on the border of the Typhoon. There were no clues that were set out in front of him that would give him any hint that the Typhoon member should even be trusted. Sure, she had managed to give him information that he didn't know, but that wouldn't be enough to earn him any trust. He had seen the way that she had practically looked at him, and it pissed him off. She had wanted to fight him when he first appeared on the border, and he would have done the same if it hadn't been for the feeling of fear that overcame his body. The assassin didn't know why the other was even trying to be here. Was the other trying to get more information out of him since she just so happened to know him? He didn't consider himself to be all remotely connected to the female, and that was due to his own cautious nature. Killua usually reacted positively to anything that was told to him once there was proof presented. No proof meant that there were holes in another's argument and could easily be manipulated if he really needed to. His sapphire blue eyes remained narrow at the female when she seems to sigh. This meant that whatever she was about to say was probably bound to make him angry or complicate their conversation. The scowl remained on his face as he watched each of the larger beasts movements carefully. There was such a thing as being too careful, but after what had just happened he couldn't afford another slip-up. Besides he was injured, he doubted that he would win in a fight against the female right now without dying of blood loss. The other said she had figured out why he didn't know her. Oh? This was going to be interesting. Was she going to attempt to manipulate him then because he didn't remember her? It was back to this subject again, and he could feel the same pressure in the middle of his chest that had developed during their first encounter. The fur on the nape of his neck bristling slightly in response to the strange pressure again. Killua didn't comment on what she said until she was done speaking. Then she spoke about someone having their claws inside of him, which honestly didn't make all that much sense to the young deputy. "The hell is that supposed to mean? Stop being vague and making everything seem like a riddle. Spit it out already what you know." Killua growled. He wanted concrete answers. He would rather not draw out their interaction considering how his body acted toward the female so far. While he spoke in probably a rude manner, he had raised one of his paws to gesture with, and pointed his paw toward her, with his claws sheathed so not to make it seem like he was going to swing his paw toward her.
He was alone. a feeling that he didn't have while he was with the Zoldyck family. But what if there was a chance for him to develop something? Killua refused to sleep that night, anxiety and stress eating away at the inside of his body. Knowing his current condition sleeping would just cause issues and would give his older brother a chance to take advantage of his mind and just feed him the night terrors that he was almost basically fine with nowadays. Killua didn't trust Argus at all since the other had talked to him on the border of the Typhoon. There were no clues that were set out in front of him that would give him any hint that the Typhoon member should even be trusted. Sure, she had managed to give him information that he didn't know, but that wouldn't be enough to earn him any trust. He had seen the way that she had practically looked at him, and it pissed him off. She had wanted to fight him when he first appeared on the border, and he would have done the same if it hadn't been for the feeling of fear that overcame his body. The assassin didn't know why the other was even trying to be here. Was the other trying to get more information out of him since she just so happened to know him? He didn't consider himself to be all remotely connected to the female, and that was due to his own cautious nature. Killua usually reacted positively to anything that was told to him once there was proof presented. No proof meant that there were holes in another's argument and could easily be manipulated if he really needed to. His sapphire blue eyes remained narrow at the female when she seems to sigh. This meant that whatever she was about to say was probably bound to make him angry or complicate their conversation. The scowl remained on his face as he watched each of the larger beasts movements carefully. There was such a thing as being too careful, but after what had just happened he couldn't afford another slip-up. Besides he was injured, he doubted that he would win in a fight against the female right now without dying of blood loss. The other said she had figured out why he didn't know her. Oh? This was going to be interesting. Was she going to attempt to manipulate him then because he didn't remember her? It was back to this subject again, and he could feel the same pressure in the middle of his chest that had developed during their first encounter. The fur on the nape of his neck bristling slightly in response to the strange pressure again. Killua didn't comment on what she said until she was done speaking. Then she spoke about someone having their claws inside of him, which honestly didn't make all that much sense to the young deputy. "The hell is that supposed to mean? Stop being vague and making everything seem like a riddle. Spit it out already what you know." Killua growled. He wanted concrete answers. He would rather not draw out their interaction considering how his body acted toward the female so far. While he spoke in probably a rude manner, he had raised one of his paws to gesture with, and pointed his paw toward her, with his claws sheathed so not to make it seem like he was going to swing his paw toward her.
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO