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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Faces came and went when it came to those that he had ended up meeting in his life. Killua usually tried his best to remember the faces that he did come across, but there was only so much that someone like him could do. He was a kid after all, and would probably rather fill his brain with some funny nonsense than to remember the likes of someone's name. Killua also simply decided to mess up other's names in the means of trying to piss them off, which could be pretty funny based on their reactions although it could end up with someone threatening him. Which he was fine with as it wouldn't be the first time that someone had tried to threaten his life. He had lived in the life of an assassin for most of his life so that meant that there were going to be plenty of dangers to be had. Killua had noticed a trend when it came to clans that he decided that he was going to stay in. There would be moments that he would see a creature that was joining and be somewhat interesting, and then he would never see them again. It was typical when it came to the clans as some creatures just stayed for a night before leaving once they had their fill of food and shelter. Which had confused Killua at the time in the regard that loners were using up the clans resources and the clans weren't getting anything out of it. Except for maybe relations but most of those that joined were young and had little battle experience so they wouldn't be of any use if someone called to them for help in the future. Those that stayed in the clans was the same as a tree that was living in a winter environment that wasn't an evergreen tree. The leaves that dropped were those that decided they were going to live in a clan for a while, ultimately they would fall out of the loop and they would disappear from the likes of the clan. Ultimately the tree would be without leaves, and there would be instances where the clan wouldn't have joiners for a couple of days because of the way joiners seemed to act. Killua was confused then when other animals suddenly grew attached to creatures that were just joining the clan. Immediately considering them to be the likes of a family member when they knew nothing about them. The clans were practically asking to get stabbed in the back for those that were allowed to be let in. Hell, Killua had been one of those factors that stabbed a clan in the back when he started leaving bodies on the border. The clan was lucky that it wasn't any of theirs, but sometimes it would be their allies and that meant there would be difficulty with relations. Depending on the job that was exactly what the young assassin had decided to do. Killua never expected those that were in the clans to really stay around all that long.
Which made his attempts to trying to figure out how to make friends all that more difficult out of consideration that he wouldn't grow attached to anyone unless they showed that they were going to stay for a long duration. Then maybe he would think about confronting them and sparking a conversation, although most tended to avoid him anyway thanks to his attitude toward everything. Even if someone tried to get to know him, they wouldn't get very far as Killua would be quick to shut down their antics pretty quickly as he hated revealing anything about himself int he clans. A murder was a crime, and since he had been a murderer for a majority of his life, and technically still was just meant that they wouldn't look at him the same. He would probably get demoted honestly, which he couldn't care less about his rank in the first place. Killua had no memory of the friends that he used to have, the memories that his brother had ripped from his very soul leaving it in tattered remains. The assassin had been trying his best to figure out the way the clans worked and were actually able to connect to some animals that were willing to deal with him and actually deal with his jokes. Amorette, his adopted sister was one of them. She was technically here in Snowbound, but communication was hard when she was stuck as a robot and he had no idea what she was trying to say half of the time. He didn't bond with really anyone else in the group that he was with. Now, when he explored the other clans he was able to bond with a couple animals that were there. Ghost was one of them, he remembered the skull painted domestic cat. The other was pretty cool in Killua's eyes and had even seemed protective of him when he got seriously injured by his brother and nearly died. Killua didn't know why Ghost wanted to do something like that though since Ghost knew little to nothing about him in the first place. Beezlebub was another face, the mastiff was honestly pretty awesome. The other was more than willing to throw comments at each other's faces and just end up laughing by the end of it. The same happened with Bleezebub though, when the other became protective of him after what he had told him of what happened to the clan that he was in and the takeover that did indeed happen. Because it made no sense and it had pissed the former deputy off, and the other had been willing to offer his assistance. Which Killua had declined because he was more than capable of dealing with the likes of a tiger. Before he had met any of those faces though, he had come into contact with the leader of that clan, Circusclown. The maine coon had been an interesting character, the stench of alcohol stinking to his fur nearly making him gag anytime he smelled it. The other became a mentor figure, becoming fairly close to being a father figure as the leader had managed to help develop morals for Killua. That everyone deserved to live and he had no right to take that life away from them.
The words that the other had told him were ingrained in his head for the past several months since he had left that clan once he had recovered enough. Ultimately, Circusclown down, leaving only a note and candy behind for Killua to have. Killua still had the large bag of candy the other had given toward him hidden away in his cave. The assassin didn't dare to eat any of its contents as he didn't want to forget the tom that had helped him so much even the smallest ways possible. Besides, the old man had been pretty strong. When it came to Stark though, they did have an interesting relationship. The other's would constantly be at each other's throat mocking and prodding each other as much as possible. Killua absolutely hated the nickname the other had decided to give him, and instead he had decided to make fun of the other's age all of the time and do whatever possible to get underneath the other's skin. He wasn't sure what to think about the relationship that they had, other than being an enjoyable experience for the young male as it was someone that he knew and didn't have to be afraid of interacting with. Did he think that he was ever going to see the other again though? Killua, of course, didn't think so, as he had left when nobody was looking, and he didn't even think that he was going to see Amorette again and yet he did. The world has a strange way of working, but since everything was going against him now, he didn't expect really anything happy to happen. The assassin had been through quite a lot since he had last seen the tiger. A murder was one of them. Two victims that didn't deserve to die were killed in cold blood but had been staged as self-defense when wounds had covered his body. They still did and Killua wore white bandages that were wrapped around his shoulder and his torso to hide his stitch work. He also had been promoted deputy of this place, not like it really mattered to him since he hadn't been doing his job at all really. The assassin had been avoiding others in fear that he may end up hurting them, or that he would scare them away. Especially Ivylee, he had seen the look on her face when she had discovered the corpses he had created, and he felt nothing but guilt. Killua wasn't sure where to turn at this point, because he had been clean for months, and had all of it ruined thanks to his damned family. Could he blame everything on his family though? Maybe it was just all his fault and he was trying to find someone to put the blame on. He didn't know anymore. He just didn't KNOW. And it was eating away at him. He hadn't slept since he killed those animals, and it was taking a toll on his body. He was AFRAID to fall asleep knowing that his brother's face would be waiting for him.
The scars that had been given to him by his brother in the recent fight that they had where he was nearly killed were all hidden underneath his stark white fur. As if nothing had ever happened. A low huff escaped his jaws as he raised one of his paws and touched the side of his head. He had a headache but was trying to ignore it as much as possible. He needed a distraction. Something. He also hadn't touched anything sweet since he killed someone, not counting London's hot chocolate that she had given him. His pawsteps made no sound as he walked through the snow, his sapphire blue optics glancing around for any sign of movement. Then, the serval was able to hear a voice in the distance. One that was near the border, and a tone he couldn't quite recognize. A joiner obviously. A frown spread across his facial features as he debated whether or not it would be a good idea to face whoever it was, especially alone as there was no other Snowbounder in the area. He didn't give himself a choice. Looking upward, the deputy would leap onto a nearby branch, sinking his metal claws into the limb of the tree to keep his balance. Air elementals completely hid his scent and made his movements completely silent, making sure not to move the branches too much as he leaped from tree to tree until he arrived on the scene. There were two large wildcats. Great. Not like they would be a problem if he got into a fight with them because he could outrun them and use his height to his advantage. A lion and tiger. He could imagine the lion struggling with the cold as the species wasn't made for cold climates. His attention had turned toward the tiger that was standing at the border and had called out to his companion. Killua didn't pay attention to the name that was spoken, but instead the one that was speaking. While he was on the branch, his body stiffened and his eyes widened. He knew that voice. He knew that annoying voice. Killua would seem to appear out of nowhere as he dropped from his perch down onto the ground directly in front of the tiger. He looked a bit older since the last time Stark had seen him, and he had bandages covering his body. Probably not the best first impression. His front paws were slightly stained pink for an obvious reason. There was shock in his eyes as he stared up at the larger male. The last time he had seen the other he had been in the form of a dog, and the other didn't have his tiger body. "Old man?" Killua questioned tentatively, and almost cautiously. As always he kept his distance from the tiger, just enough time to be able to move out of the way if the other attacked him. He was anxious, but he was making sure to not let it show.
Which made his attempts to trying to figure out how to make friends all that more difficult out of consideration that he wouldn't grow attached to anyone unless they showed that they were going to stay for a long duration. Then maybe he would think about confronting them and sparking a conversation, although most tended to avoid him anyway thanks to his attitude toward everything. Even if someone tried to get to know him, they wouldn't get very far as Killua would be quick to shut down their antics pretty quickly as he hated revealing anything about himself int he clans. A murder was a crime, and since he had been a murderer for a majority of his life, and technically still was just meant that they wouldn't look at him the same. He would probably get demoted honestly, which he couldn't care less about his rank in the first place. Killua had no memory of the friends that he used to have, the memories that his brother had ripped from his very soul leaving it in tattered remains. The assassin had been trying his best to figure out the way the clans worked and were actually able to connect to some animals that were willing to deal with him and actually deal with his jokes. Amorette, his adopted sister was one of them. She was technically here in Snowbound, but communication was hard when she was stuck as a robot and he had no idea what she was trying to say half of the time. He didn't bond with really anyone else in the group that he was with. Now, when he explored the other clans he was able to bond with a couple animals that were there. Ghost was one of them, he remembered the skull painted domestic cat. The other was pretty cool in Killua's eyes and had even seemed protective of him when he got seriously injured by his brother and nearly died. Killua didn't know why Ghost wanted to do something like that though since Ghost knew little to nothing about him in the first place. Beezlebub was another face, the mastiff was honestly pretty awesome. The other was more than willing to throw comments at each other's faces and just end up laughing by the end of it. The same happened with Bleezebub though, when the other became protective of him after what he had told him of what happened to the clan that he was in and the takeover that did indeed happen. Because it made no sense and it had pissed the former deputy off, and the other had been willing to offer his assistance. Which Killua had declined because he was more than capable of dealing with the likes of a tiger. Before he had met any of those faces though, he had come into contact with the leader of that clan, Circusclown. The maine coon had been an interesting character, the stench of alcohol stinking to his fur nearly making him gag anytime he smelled it. The other became a mentor figure, becoming fairly close to being a father figure as the leader had managed to help develop morals for Killua. That everyone deserved to live and he had no right to take that life away from them.
The words that the other had told him were ingrained in his head for the past several months since he had left that clan once he had recovered enough. Ultimately, Circusclown down, leaving only a note and candy behind for Killua to have. Killua still had the large bag of candy the other had given toward him hidden away in his cave. The assassin didn't dare to eat any of its contents as he didn't want to forget the tom that had helped him so much even the smallest ways possible. Besides, the old man had been pretty strong. When it came to Stark though, they did have an interesting relationship. The other's would constantly be at each other's throat mocking and prodding each other as much as possible. Killua absolutely hated the nickname the other had decided to give him, and instead he had decided to make fun of the other's age all of the time and do whatever possible to get underneath the other's skin. He wasn't sure what to think about the relationship that they had, other than being an enjoyable experience for the young male as it was someone that he knew and didn't have to be afraid of interacting with. Did he think that he was ever going to see the other again though? Killua, of course, didn't think so, as he had left when nobody was looking, and he didn't even think that he was going to see Amorette again and yet he did. The world has a strange way of working, but since everything was going against him now, he didn't expect really anything happy to happen. The assassin had been through quite a lot since he had last seen the tiger. A murder was one of them. Two victims that didn't deserve to die were killed in cold blood but had been staged as self-defense when wounds had covered his body. They still did and Killua wore white bandages that were wrapped around his shoulder and his torso to hide his stitch work. He also had been promoted deputy of this place, not like it really mattered to him since he hadn't been doing his job at all really. The assassin had been avoiding others in fear that he may end up hurting them, or that he would scare them away. Especially Ivylee, he had seen the look on her face when she had discovered the corpses he had created, and he felt nothing but guilt. Killua wasn't sure where to turn at this point, because he had been clean for months, and had all of it ruined thanks to his damned family. Could he blame everything on his family though? Maybe it was just all his fault and he was trying to find someone to put the blame on. He didn't know anymore. He just didn't KNOW. And it was eating away at him. He hadn't slept since he killed those animals, and it was taking a toll on his body. He was AFRAID to fall asleep knowing that his brother's face would be waiting for him.
The scars that had been given to him by his brother in the recent fight that they had where he was nearly killed were all hidden underneath his stark white fur. As if nothing had ever happened. A low huff escaped his jaws as he raised one of his paws and touched the side of his head. He had a headache but was trying to ignore it as much as possible. He needed a distraction. Something. He also hadn't touched anything sweet since he killed someone, not counting London's hot chocolate that she had given him. His pawsteps made no sound as he walked through the snow, his sapphire blue optics glancing around for any sign of movement. Then, the serval was able to hear a voice in the distance. One that was near the border, and a tone he couldn't quite recognize. A joiner obviously. A frown spread across his facial features as he debated whether or not it would be a good idea to face whoever it was, especially alone as there was no other Snowbounder in the area. He didn't give himself a choice. Looking upward, the deputy would leap onto a nearby branch, sinking his metal claws into the limb of the tree to keep his balance. Air elementals completely hid his scent and made his movements completely silent, making sure not to move the branches too much as he leaped from tree to tree until he arrived on the scene. There were two large wildcats. Great. Not like they would be a problem if he got into a fight with them because he could outrun them and use his height to his advantage. A lion and tiger. He could imagine the lion struggling with the cold as the species wasn't made for cold climates. His attention had turned toward the tiger that was standing at the border and had called out to his companion. Killua didn't pay attention to the name that was spoken, but instead the one that was speaking. While he was on the branch, his body stiffened and his eyes widened. He knew that voice. He knew that annoying voice. Killua would seem to appear out of nowhere as he dropped from his perch down onto the ground directly in front of the tiger. He looked a bit older since the last time Stark had seen him, and he had bandages covering his body. Probably not the best first impression. His front paws were slightly stained pink for an obvious reason. There was shock in his eyes as he stared up at the larger male. The last time he had seen the other he had been in the form of a dog, and the other didn't have his tiger body. "Old man?" Killua questioned tentatively, and almost cautiously. As always he kept his distance from the tiger, just enough time to be able to move out of the way if the other attacked him. He was anxious, but he was making sure to not let it show.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO