04-15-2018, 01:51 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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There were plenty of different species that Killua had come across during his time in the clans and during his time outside of the clans. At this point, he had spent most of his time in the clans all things considered. The assassin had left his family a long time ago, at least his attempt to try and get away from his obsessive family. As soon as he was born though, Killua was given an idea of what kind of animals that he was going to end up encountering. His father was a dragon just like his grandfather, which meant that he was probably be interacting with a couple mythical animals here and there. Then his mother and one of his older brothers were cougars that had different shapes and weights to them. His mother was probably still missing her eyes right now, which would be interesting to see how she was dealing with her lack of vision. Then his oldest brother, Illumi, was a black tiger that had a couple mutations here and there. Killua was born without any other mutation other than his albinism that he had inherited from his father and his grandfather. His younger sibling was that of a caracal, who was probably just as capable as him when it came to being an assassin. Most of those that were in the Zoldyck family were around the same level, although he was stronger than one of his older brothers and his own mother when it came to physical strength. Despite his small size, he uses the powers that he is born with to be able to take on opponents that were several times larger than he was. Now when he was confronted with something like a dragon or even a mythical creature, the assassin usually didn't blink an eye. Killua had also come across several other mutated creatures during his lifetime, such as those that had more eyes than what were probably necessary, and there were those that had extra limbs. There were several different strange creatures that existed in this world, and it took quite a bit to actually surprise someone like him. Maybe if he saw a species that he hadn't seen in a long time he would be interested. Servals like himself weren't exactly rare but they weren't exactly common either. There was one other serval that lived in the clan, and even though they didn't get along with one another they were still technically the same species. However, there was a recent instance when he had visited the Tanglewood clan that he had met someone that was extremley unique. She was a Mosaic, which meant that her genteic code was divided down her body directly through the middle. One half of her body was a tawny color while the other half was black. He had only seen that mutation in one instance and it was even rare than something like his own albinism, even though it ran in the family.
He immediately became interested in the likes of her and practically started bombarding her with questions based on her looks and if she was genetically different just based on her looks or anything else. The wildcat could easily be entertained by regular things, which most of the time he hadn't been able to do when he was a kitten himself as he didn't exactly have a childhood to look back on anyway. Most species that were in the clan's though usually correlated to the type of territory that they were living in. A serval living in such a cold place though? Not exactly someone would think to see in such a frigid place as they were more suited to warmer weather. Killua was practically adapted for any sort of climate, except real heat, because of time of him spending most of his life in clans that had cold environments, his stark white fur had grown out a little bit more than that of a regular serval. Providing him with the means of insulation and survival in a place such as this. Besides, he had the use of his air elementals to keep his body at a temperature that would keep him alive if he really needed to. The length of his fur also helped to hide all the scars that hid underneath his fur, which could only really be seen if he stretched in a certain angle, or if he ended up getting himself soaked to where his fur would stick to his body showing the upraised skin that was underneath. Killua got used to other's that looked at him in a strange manner though, whether it was the vibe that he gave off or the metal claws that had replaced his regular claws a long time ago. It didn't really matter to Killua all that much anymore, but there were some instances that it could piss him off if someone wasn't careful. His attention had been trained on the kitsune for a couple of moments, and once he noticed that the other didn't really respond to him, he slowly slid his claws back into their sheathes. Their lengths were long enough though that the tips of the metal could still be seen, although since his paws were still slightly hidden in the snow it would almost be impossible to see. He disliked that guy, and the deputy was just waiting for the moment that he would be able to prove to other's that it would be bad to have the likes of him here. His sapphire blue eyes returned to look at Izuku, noticing the way that the other had reacted to his little tease. He knew by the tone of the other's voice that he wasn't really all that offended, probably just playing along. Killua liked him a lot already, and couldn't help but let out a short laugh as a smirk spread across his facial features at his success.
Then the other even went along with it and mentioned the broccoli. Honestly, he could see how that would fit the other even better. Killua made sure not to gesture too much with his paws out of consideration for the maine coon, and didn't make any attempts to move any closer. He could read the domestic cat's body language like a book. "Broccoli? Why didn't I think of that? That's even better." Killua commented toward the other, obviously enjoying the information that the other was sharing with him. Killua looked completely relaxed, but if anyone was following his ears, they were both angled in Hisoka's direction. He didn't trust the kitsune after all. The deputy would then listen to what the broccoli had to say while he sat there. He figured the other was here to join. Almost any animal that was walking through the territory that wasn't a Snowbounder was bound to be a joiner one way or another. Either that or they were a threat if they weren't here to have a friendly conversation. Killua noticed the other's stutter when he introduced himself. Killua kept his jaw shut and waited for the other to be finished talking. "Well, Snowbound practically accepts anyone that isn't a threat first glance, and you can pretty much do whatever you want now." Killua said with a shrug of his shoulders toward the smaller creature, and what he basically meant was that the other was accepted. "I can't point you the way to camp if ya want." The young male would say casually as he slowly got himself up onto his paws, sneaking a glance toward Hisoka before turning back toward Izuku. "Namae Killua." The albino serval would speak in a Japanese accent. He had obviously caught onto the fact that the other had tried to say his last name first. Killua would have mimicked the other in that regard if he hadn't been trying to hide his last name from everyone in the clan right about now.
(Translation: Name's Killua)
He immediately became interested in the likes of her and practically started bombarding her with questions based on her looks and if she was genetically different just based on her looks or anything else. The wildcat could easily be entertained by regular things, which most of the time he hadn't been able to do when he was a kitten himself as he didn't exactly have a childhood to look back on anyway. Most species that were in the clan's though usually correlated to the type of territory that they were living in. A serval living in such a cold place though? Not exactly someone would think to see in such a frigid place as they were more suited to warmer weather. Killua was practically adapted for any sort of climate, except real heat, because of time of him spending most of his life in clans that had cold environments, his stark white fur had grown out a little bit more than that of a regular serval. Providing him with the means of insulation and survival in a place such as this. Besides, he had the use of his air elementals to keep his body at a temperature that would keep him alive if he really needed to. The length of his fur also helped to hide all the scars that hid underneath his fur, which could only really be seen if he stretched in a certain angle, or if he ended up getting himself soaked to where his fur would stick to his body showing the upraised skin that was underneath. Killua got used to other's that looked at him in a strange manner though, whether it was the vibe that he gave off or the metal claws that had replaced his regular claws a long time ago. It didn't really matter to Killua all that much anymore, but there were some instances that it could piss him off if someone wasn't careful. His attention had been trained on the kitsune for a couple of moments, and once he noticed that the other didn't really respond to him, he slowly slid his claws back into their sheathes. Their lengths were long enough though that the tips of the metal could still be seen, although since his paws were still slightly hidden in the snow it would almost be impossible to see. He disliked that guy, and the deputy was just waiting for the moment that he would be able to prove to other's that it would be bad to have the likes of him here. His sapphire blue eyes returned to look at Izuku, noticing the way that the other had reacted to his little tease. He knew by the tone of the other's voice that he wasn't really all that offended, probably just playing along. Killua liked him a lot already, and couldn't help but let out a short laugh as a smirk spread across his facial features at his success.
Then the other even went along with it and mentioned the broccoli. Honestly, he could see how that would fit the other even better. Killua made sure not to gesture too much with his paws out of consideration for the maine coon, and didn't make any attempts to move any closer. He could read the domestic cat's body language like a book. "Broccoli? Why didn't I think of that? That's even better." Killua commented toward the other, obviously enjoying the information that the other was sharing with him. Killua looked completely relaxed, but if anyone was following his ears, they were both angled in Hisoka's direction. He didn't trust the kitsune after all. The deputy would then listen to what the broccoli had to say while he sat there. He figured the other was here to join. Almost any animal that was walking through the territory that wasn't a Snowbounder was bound to be a joiner one way or another. Either that or they were a threat if they weren't here to have a friendly conversation. Killua noticed the other's stutter when he introduced himself. Killua kept his jaw shut and waited for the other to be finished talking. "Well, Snowbound practically accepts anyone that isn't a threat first glance, and you can pretty much do whatever you want now." Killua said with a shrug of his shoulders toward the smaller creature, and what he basically meant was that the other was accepted. "I can't point you the way to camp if ya want." The young male would say casually as he slowly got himself up onto his paws, sneaking a glance toward Hisoka before turning back toward Izuku. "Namae Killua." The albino serval would speak in a Japanese accent. He had obviously caught onto the fact that the other had tried to say his last name first. Killua would have mimicked the other in that regard if he hadn't been trying to hide his last name from everyone in the clan right about now.
(Translation: Name's Killua)
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO