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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Heck I love these two so much!)
Killua still didn't know. What was the definition of what a friend was? He knew that if he really wanted to know he could just conjure up a dictionary and look it up for the first time. What would be the fun in that though? The assassin had somewhat wanted to figure it out himself and figure out why friends were so important to one's well being. Despite most of the animals that lived in Snowbound and other groups weren't exactly pack animals, but they still enjoyed each other's company. Maybe because they were sentient enough that they didn't have to worry about the likes of them being territorial with one another. Considering his body weight and size, if he wasn't sentient, he would probably be afraid of any carnivore that came toward him if he was to react like a feral animal. He would have known that he could outrun most animals that he ended up coming across, but that didn't mean he couldn't slip and enter into someone's trap. This wasn't how the world really worked anymore, and it was interesting to see how certain species regarded one another. He wasn't the largest, and most probably didn't consider himself all that much a threat specifically because of that. Not like it would matter in the end if he ended up getting into a fight. What would those that live in Snowbound think of him if he showed them how to take down a dragon? The issue with that though was that he had yet to really see anything that could be remotely classified as a dragon in a group like this. Which was understandable as the groups were just starting themselves off. Even if it had been almost a month since he had actually joined this place like this. Had it really gone that fast? Killua felt like he had only been living in the territory for at least a week at this point with how slow everything was going. Well, to others it may feel as if everything was going far too fast for their liking, especially with the issue with the Typhoon and Killua having to deal with the female that seemed interested in him from the Typhoon. Part of him wanted to avoid the canine while he was drawn toward her for some sort of answers for what he really was. He wasn't quite sure what he could classify himself all that much anymore. What he did know was how lonely he was compared to those that lived in the clans. He had been around them long enough to figure out who they may consider being friends. Most animals would interact with each other in a certain way, talking about how their day went and what they should do for the rest of the day. They didn't seem at all troubled by the issues that were presented around them and continued on with themselves for quite a while. There had been several instances that he had been in the first clan that he was stationed in, and he was capable of hearing several conversations pop up from the groups.
The assassin listened to two animals as they told each other secrets, and vented to one another by their problems. He had followed two friends for a majority of his times there, watching how close they ended up bonding with one another over the time that passed through the place. Killua still was confused as to how others were willing to go to those lengths to be close to someone, and the feelings were often mutual from one another. Killua didn't think he had anyone that would consider being his friend no matter how long he had ended up being in the clans. Except for Amorette, but that was his adopted sister. Circusclown didn't count because the former leader was more of a father figure and more of a mentor than anyone else could have possibly been. Did anyone even try to think of him as someone that could be considered a friend? The assassin wasn't exactly the most approachable kind of person that someone could end up walking up to have a friendly conversation. Especially if he was bored, Killua would just find someone else to talk to, to occupy his time instead of having it wasted by someone that worth the energy. Despite this, he was trying. He didn't want to completely change himself to fit the likes of the clan. If he really wanted to, he could make everyone in Snowbound love him and think that he was the kindest person that they had ever come across. It wasn't hard to fake his own emotions, he had been doing that since he was practically a kitten and since he could practically walk. It wasn't a struggle that he was constantly dealing with and a struggle that his family wanted to make sure that he wouldn't forget for a very long time. Killua was actually naive when it came to the topic of friends. Killua didn't have enough personal experience when it came to interacting with others here and there. He had no idea how to calm other's down when they were in distress. No one in his family had trained him for something like that after all. He was just a mindless killer that didn't have the thought of seeking out friends. Killua wasn't going to believe that he was a friend to anyone until they literally said the word to his face. The albino serval had too much doubt about himself that he didn't think that someone would think of him as a friend from first glance. Most of the actions that he did in the clan were out of his own benefit instead of the benefit of others. He wasn't the potential saint like they thought of him, he wasn't here to be their bodyguard and if they got hurt that was on them. Unless the creature that did attack ended up pissing him off which had been why he had gotten involved when Guru had nearly killed London that day. Killua wasn't exactly sure what to make of London right now. She was extremely nice, and that made him wary of her. How much could she have seen during his childhood? She was a great help though considering that she was always around. Could she be someone that he could end up relying on?
But she would think of him a monster. He saw the way she had looked at the corpses that had started appearing on the border recently. She would be disgusted with him, and there was nothing he could do to try and stop and stop his thoughts from plaguing his mind. Why couldn't he just shut himself up? The other had been pretty smart not to try and sneak up on him after a day after what he had done. He was on edge after that had happened, but not because he had killed others, but because of his brother and how the other constantly plagued his night. Would there ever be a time that Killua could actually get a good nights sleep? He slept alone so that no one could hear his screaming when he woke up in a cave that was disconnected from the main camp. Several yards away. Especially with the way he was so deep in thought, his body probably wouldn't have reacted toward the female if she hadn't made any sort of noise. Killua didn't blame London for what had ever happened to him. While he was looking up at the cloudless sky, there was a noise in the distance. He ignored it for a little bit until the noise started to grow louder. The noise that was being made honestly seemed to calm the assassin a little bit as he closed his eye and listened to the toon. He didn't really listen to any sort of toons or music, but humming was good enough in his mind. But wait, if the humming was getting louder it just meant that someone was coming toward him. He raised one of his paws and adjusted the bandages that wrapped around his left shoulder, getting up from sitting position as he turned to look in the direction that the humming was coming from. Their white coats blended in perfectly with the way that the territory was laid out, but their fur didn't blend in with the pine trees that littered the territory. Did he trust himself around a female that could die from a simple scratch? He was about to find out. He offered the other a small grin from his jaws, but it was obvious from his eyes that he was tired. "Yo London." The assassin greeted the larger wildcat calmly. The other being older than him, and a low chuckle escaped his jaws as he raised one of his white arms to gesture with it. "You know you don't have to be so formal with me right? You're even older than me." He wouldn't make her stop if she didn't want to though. He had no reason to try and hold his position over her head, part of him wanting to be looked at as an equal of those that were in the clans, but could also be dangerous if something bad happened. What was London doing out so late though? Killua kept his mouth shut in order to keep from asking the question. It was then when he started to inhale the scents in the air, the body language that showed that he was relaxed almost seemed to have melted. He hadn't touched any candy in the span of the coming days due to his rising anxiety and fear of his father. A low 'hmm' rumbled in his throat at the smell of chocolate wafted in the air, coming from the direction that London was in. Then the other asked him if he wanted some hot chocolate. He had hoped that was what he had been smelling. "How could anyone turn out an offer like that." Killua stated with the grin spread across his maw as he made his way toward the taller female. He seemed to be in a good mood despite what had just happened, but there weren't emotions that he was showing others when he interacted with them. Killua sat down a little bit in front of the fellow albino before speaking out again. "It's kind of random isn't it to have hot chocolate in the middle of the night? Is there a special occasion or something?' Killua questioned in a casual tone. He had remembered how the other apologized for not being there for him. He didn't blame her. He could never blame her.
Killua still didn't know. What was the definition of what a friend was? He knew that if he really wanted to know he could just conjure up a dictionary and look it up for the first time. What would be the fun in that though? The assassin had somewhat wanted to figure it out himself and figure out why friends were so important to one's well being. Despite most of the animals that lived in Snowbound and other groups weren't exactly pack animals, but they still enjoyed each other's company. Maybe because they were sentient enough that they didn't have to worry about the likes of them being territorial with one another. Considering his body weight and size, if he wasn't sentient, he would probably be afraid of any carnivore that came toward him if he was to react like a feral animal. He would have known that he could outrun most animals that he ended up coming across, but that didn't mean he couldn't slip and enter into someone's trap. This wasn't how the world really worked anymore, and it was interesting to see how certain species regarded one another. He wasn't the largest, and most probably didn't consider himself all that much a threat specifically because of that. Not like it would matter in the end if he ended up getting into a fight. What would those that live in Snowbound think of him if he showed them how to take down a dragon? The issue with that though was that he had yet to really see anything that could be remotely classified as a dragon in a group like this. Which was understandable as the groups were just starting themselves off. Even if it had been almost a month since he had actually joined this place like this. Had it really gone that fast? Killua felt like he had only been living in the territory for at least a week at this point with how slow everything was going. Well, to others it may feel as if everything was going far too fast for their liking, especially with the issue with the Typhoon and Killua having to deal with the female that seemed interested in him from the Typhoon. Part of him wanted to avoid the canine while he was drawn toward her for some sort of answers for what he really was. He wasn't quite sure what he could classify himself all that much anymore. What he did know was how lonely he was compared to those that lived in the clans. He had been around them long enough to figure out who they may consider being friends. Most animals would interact with each other in a certain way, talking about how their day went and what they should do for the rest of the day. They didn't seem at all troubled by the issues that were presented around them and continued on with themselves for quite a while. There had been several instances that he had been in the first clan that he was stationed in, and he was capable of hearing several conversations pop up from the groups.
The assassin listened to two animals as they told each other secrets, and vented to one another by their problems. He had followed two friends for a majority of his times there, watching how close they ended up bonding with one another over the time that passed through the place. Killua still was confused as to how others were willing to go to those lengths to be close to someone, and the feelings were often mutual from one another. Killua didn't think he had anyone that would consider being his friend no matter how long he had ended up being in the clans. Except for Amorette, but that was his adopted sister. Circusclown didn't count because the former leader was more of a father figure and more of a mentor than anyone else could have possibly been. Did anyone even try to think of him as someone that could be considered a friend? The assassin wasn't exactly the most approachable kind of person that someone could end up walking up to have a friendly conversation. Especially if he was bored, Killua would just find someone else to talk to, to occupy his time instead of having it wasted by someone that worth the energy. Despite this, he was trying. He didn't want to completely change himself to fit the likes of the clan. If he really wanted to, he could make everyone in Snowbound love him and think that he was the kindest person that they had ever come across. It wasn't hard to fake his own emotions, he had been doing that since he was practically a kitten and since he could practically walk. It wasn't a struggle that he was constantly dealing with and a struggle that his family wanted to make sure that he wouldn't forget for a very long time. Killua was actually naive when it came to the topic of friends. Killua didn't have enough personal experience when it came to interacting with others here and there. He had no idea how to calm other's down when they were in distress. No one in his family had trained him for something like that after all. He was just a mindless killer that didn't have the thought of seeking out friends. Killua wasn't going to believe that he was a friend to anyone until they literally said the word to his face. The albino serval had too much doubt about himself that he didn't think that someone would think of him as a friend from first glance. Most of the actions that he did in the clan were out of his own benefit instead of the benefit of others. He wasn't the potential saint like they thought of him, he wasn't here to be their bodyguard and if they got hurt that was on them. Unless the creature that did attack ended up pissing him off which had been why he had gotten involved when Guru had nearly killed London that day. Killua wasn't exactly sure what to make of London right now. She was extremely nice, and that made him wary of her. How much could she have seen during his childhood? She was a great help though considering that she was always around. Could she be someone that he could end up relying on?
But she would think of him a monster. He saw the way she had looked at the corpses that had started appearing on the border recently. She would be disgusted with him, and there was nothing he could do to try and stop and stop his thoughts from plaguing his mind. Why couldn't he just shut himself up? The other had been pretty smart not to try and sneak up on him after a day after what he had done. He was on edge after that had happened, but not because he had killed others, but because of his brother and how the other constantly plagued his night. Would there ever be a time that Killua could actually get a good nights sleep? He slept alone so that no one could hear his screaming when he woke up in a cave that was disconnected from the main camp. Several yards away. Especially with the way he was so deep in thought, his body probably wouldn't have reacted toward the female if she hadn't made any sort of noise. Killua didn't blame London for what had ever happened to him. While he was looking up at the cloudless sky, there was a noise in the distance. He ignored it for a little bit until the noise started to grow louder. The noise that was being made honestly seemed to calm the assassin a little bit as he closed his eye and listened to the toon. He didn't really listen to any sort of toons or music, but humming was good enough in his mind. But wait, if the humming was getting louder it just meant that someone was coming toward him. He raised one of his paws and adjusted the bandages that wrapped around his left shoulder, getting up from sitting position as he turned to look in the direction that the humming was coming from. Their white coats blended in perfectly with the way that the territory was laid out, but their fur didn't blend in with the pine trees that littered the territory. Did he trust himself around a female that could die from a simple scratch? He was about to find out. He offered the other a small grin from his jaws, but it was obvious from his eyes that he was tired. "Yo London." The assassin greeted the larger wildcat calmly. The other being older than him, and a low chuckle escaped his jaws as he raised one of his white arms to gesture with it. "You know you don't have to be so formal with me right? You're even older than me." He wouldn't make her stop if she didn't want to though. He had no reason to try and hold his position over her head, part of him wanting to be looked at as an equal of those that were in the clans, but could also be dangerous if something bad happened. What was London doing out so late though? Killua kept his mouth shut in order to keep from asking the question. It was then when he started to inhale the scents in the air, the body language that showed that he was relaxed almost seemed to have melted. He hadn't touched any candy in the span of the coming days due to his rising anxiety and fear of his father. A low 'hmm' rumbled in his throat at the smell of chocolate wafted in the air, coming from the direction that London was in. Then the other asked him if he wanted some hot chocolate. He had hoped that was what he had been smelling. "How could anyone turn out an offer like that." Killua stated with the grin spread across his maw as he made his way toward the taller female. He seemed to be in a good mood despite what had just happened, but there weren't emotions that he was showing others when he interacted with them. Killua sat down a little bit in front of the fellow albino before speaking out again. "It's kind of random isn't it to have hot chocolate in the middle of the night? Is there a special occasion or something?' Killua questioned in a casual tone. He had remembered how the other apologized for not being there for him. He didn't blame her. He could never blame her.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO