04-14-2018, 03:50 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Very few things ended up making the assassin nervous over his life time. Anything that could make him nervous usually disappeared in a matter of seconds. However, depending on the interaction that he was going through could actually make him nervous if he wasn't careful enough. Such as the interactions that he had with Illumi. Those that would have seen his brother wouldn't feel welcome at all into the place that they were enterting. They would immediately get a terrible vibe from the older assassin's and he couldn't blame anyone that would try and turn tail away from the felieng such as that. A feeling that Killua himself had been exposed to over and over again since he was practically a kitten. In some instances Killua got used to the empty look in his brother's eyes when the other looked toward him. It wasn't anything that was extremely unfamiliar, but it wasn't welcomed either. He would much rather be in a different place, as his older brother always managed to intimidate no matter what kind of situation they were in. Unless Killua decided to get back onto his familie's good side, then he would always presume his older brother to be a threat toward his well being and to those that simply knew his name. Argus was another creature that made him uncomfortable to be around. Whether or not it was his own emotions or someone else's Killua was fearful of the female over the fact that she knew his name and he didn't know her name and couldn't remember who she was. The other stating that she had memories of him that he didn't remember even making. He had ended up killing her child when he had delivered him back to her clan. He doesn't remember any of that. Technically he hadn't been the one to kill him, he had only been the one to deliver him. This meant that Killua immediately became paranoid about whether or not what he remembered was actually real or not. Were all of his memories real? How much had disappeared that he actually didn't know about? It was extremley stressful for the assassin and he wanted nothing more to just have answers. He couldn't afford to try and contact his older brother as the other would know where he was and come and punish him for not returning to the family. He would nearly mean his death and probably the death of all Snowbound if he wasn't careful. It pissed him off always being on the run but he would never be capable of facing his brother with the current skill that he had. Even if he had managed to easily kill two innocent animals that had been in the wrong place and wrong time. He had been disgusted with himself because that hadn't been him that was moving his body this time, it had been something else entirely. Now when it came to Hisoka though, the deputy didn't like the other in the slightest. Considering the line of work that he had been in for the majority of his life, he noticed a fellow killer quite easily. Especially the other's bloodlust that seemed to leak out of his body all of the time. He couldn't give a shit if he was smaller than the other male, the other gave him vibes that he wasn't really fond of. Killua would often try to act tough around the male and could pull off the facade better than anyone else. He didn't want to fight Hisoka. Especially in his injured condition with his shoulder and torso wrapped in bandages thanks to self-inflicted wounds.
He couldn't get into a fight with the kitsune just yet, and he could only hope that the other liked to roam a lot and would bother the other clans instead of worrying about what he was doing in Snowbound for the meantime. It didn't seem like his wish was going to be granted all that quickly. The young deputy was making his way through the snow, instead of through the trees like he usually was. There, he heard voices and an unfamiliar scent in the distance. When he caught the scent of Hisoka though, Killua made sure to quicken his pace. The air elementals that surrounded his entire body making it impossible to catch his scent, and muffling his movements to almost make it impossible to hear his movements. The assassin soon arrived on the scene, approaching from the right side of the maine coon that was standing there. despite the other's size, Killua was around the other's size due to his long legs. Immediately, Killua shot a glare toward Hisoka, seeing how uncomfortable the other male was. Killua kept his distance from Hisoka but kept his distance toward Izuku in case he needed to knock the other out of the way of an attack. He didn't want any more death on Snowbound territory just yet. The larger kitsune was going to give him more trouble and probably stress him out for the rest of the time that he was there. "Knock it off Hisoka." Killua growled at the other. The fur on the back of his neck bristling, and his long metal claws already unsheathed. Killua didn't give a specific detail to Hisoka for what to stop, but he hoped the other understood what he meant. Killua doubted the other would listen though and continued to do whatever he wanted. As long as he didn't cut open anyone's throats he thought it was going to be fine. His gaze softened a little bit, and Killua became slightly nervous as he cleared his throat. "Sorry for uhh... him." The assassin commented as he pointed with one of his stark white paws in the kitsunes direction before taking a good look at the other male. Well... he was certainly green that was for sure. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow, and a small grin spread across his facial features. "You look like a giant grape." Killua would tease the other with a light chuckle escaping his jaws as he sat himself down in the snow. His ears angled toward Hisoka's direction instead of the joiners. He couldn't be too careful. "This is Snowbound. You lost?" Killua questioned, almonst monotone as he spoke this time around. He sounded like a broken record at this point now, but there was no other way to get information quick out of the other.
He couldn't get into a fight with the kitsune just yet, and he could only hope that the other liked to roam a lot and would bother the other clans instead of worrying about what he was doing in Snowbound for the meantime. It didn't seem like his wish was going to be granted all that quickly. The young deputy was making his way through the snow, instead of through the trees like he usually was. There, he heard voices and an unfamiliar scent in the distance. When he caught the scent of Hisoka though, Killua made sure to quicken his pace. The air elementals that surrounded his entire body making it impossible to catch his scent, and muffling his movements to almost make it impossible to hear his movements. The assassin soon arrived on the scene, approaching from the right side of the maine coon that was standing there. despite the other's size, Killua was around the other's size due to his long legs. Immediately, Killua shot a glare toward Hisoka, seeing how uncomfortable the other male was. Killua kept his distance from Hisoka but kept his distance toward Izuku in case he needed to knock the other out of the way of an attack. He didn't want any more death on Snowbound territory just yet. The larger kitsune was going to give him more trouble and probably stress him out for the rest of the time that he was there. "Knock it off Hisoka." Killua growled at the other. The fur on the back of his neck bristling, and his long metal claws already unsheathed. Killua didn't give a specific detail to Hisoka for what to stop, but he hoped the other understood what he meant. Killua doubted the other would listen though and continued to do whatever he wanted. As long as he didn't cut open anyone's throats he thought it was going to be fine. His gaze softened a little bit, and Killua became slightly nervous as he cleared his throat. "Sorry for uhh... him." The assassin commented as he pointed with one of his stark white paws in the kitsunes direction before taking a good look at the other male. Well... he was certainly green that was for sure. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow, and a small grin spread across his facial features. "You look like a giant grape." Killua would tease the other with a light chuckle escaping his jaws as he sat himself down in the snow. His ears angled toward Hisoka's direction instead of the joiners. He couldn't be too careful. "This is Snowbound. You lost?" Killua questioned, almonst monotone as he spoke this time around. He sounded like a broken record at this point now, but there was no other way to get information quick out of the other.
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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