04-16-2018, 09:43 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Pride. One would usually associate the means of pride with someone that was older and had a lot more to lose when it came to their reputation. Killua on the other had may have a little bit too much pride for the size of the current body that he had. The assassin had a lot of reasons to be prideful, but most of that was being the fact that he was strong, and had always been storng when he was younger. Some could even associate him with the term brat because he was brought up being considered the best of the best of the family even at his young age. They had told him that he was going to be the best assassin that had ever existed in the family and finally be the one that was going to end up surpassing his father. Having someone tell him that when he was just a kitten was a huge boost to his ego, which meant that he was going to eventually start throwing his weight around knowing that he could take on most of his siblings except for maybe one. Which was his older brother obviously, and he wanted to avoid the other as much as possible. The assassin had great strength, and he had even used that advantage when it came to the clans. If someone had a complaint about him, most didn't associate that complaint with being met with a fight. It had happened quite a lot in the first clan that he was in, and he would practically beg the other clanners to try and come toward him and beg him for a fight so that he could just beat the shit out of them to teach them a lesson on where they stood when it came to their own strength. Maybe if they had trained instead of constantly sitting around playing their dumb games then they would have been capbale of getting stronger, but they didn't bother to train and just hoped in the spur of a moment that they would a fight. Killua had often times held sparring sessions just to see where other's were when it came to being capable agianst the likes of him. In short, he had won ever single sparring match. There had been one where it had taken him off guard with a power that he had no information on, but he was quick to recover and evaluate his next attack from there. The other's were lucky that he hadn't decided to attack any of them seriously during their sparring sessions, because if he had done so it probably would have ended a lot differently. That would have ended up getting him kicked out of the clans and he couldn't have that. He had fought agianst someone that had badmouthed him the entire time that he was in a clan. An adult from what he could remember and someone that held himself high despite never being able to accomplish anything while he was sitting in the clans. It had been the same male that Killua had dropped a book on several months ago as a sort of prank to get some sort of reaction out of the other. Then the other began to scream and spit at him for doing something so horrible. Ultimately, the other had accepted his sparring invitation, and Killua had wiped the floor with him.
He had almost ended up ripping off the domestic cat's tail before deciding not to because he knew that the other could bleed out to death when they didn't have the likes of a healer. He had sparred the other out of consideration that it would be troublesome if the other died in a clan that he had a rank in. The only spar that he had done against someone that resulted in blood had been against his mentor figure Circusclown, and it had actually been the first time that they had met each other. Killua had been bored at the previous clan and had wanted something to do, so in the end, he had gone toward another clan to see what they were about. It was there that Killua sparred with the anti-clan leader, blows matched for blows, powers used back and forth, blood dripping onto the ground. It was fun to the assassin at the time because he wasn't trying to kill the older male, but it was obvious that the other was experience and knew where to target. He had to give the other props because Killua didn't specifically win that match, instead, it was more of a draw when Circusclown had called it off before any of them could get seriously injured. Killua had always often considered him to be strong against those that he didn't really know because if they were in a clan, their potential usually paled in comparison to his own. They were lazy and didn't think about strengthening more than just their minds all the time. Sure, Snowbound wasn't exactly the group that was going to end up starting fights, but if it did in the future they were going to at least need to be able to prepare for what is to come. The quickest way to piss the like of the assassin off is to look at him as if he isn't strong enough to do something, or that he doesn't stand a chance against someone that has less experience than he does just because he's a kid. He could just easily shout that he had been killing animals since he was a kitten and assassinating high-level figures, but he wasn't that desperate for others to know that he was strong. His claws were sometimes just enough to get the point across for others not to try and mess with him when he had knives for paws. So when it came to his interaction with Guru, the other made him absolutely livid with rage, despite it not being evident on his face. At least, not the type of rage that someone would think. Killua had noticed that Jacob had yet to step over the border, which meant that they were just going to end up using the other male for their own means. Which pissed him off even more as he lashed his tail once behind him, but gave no more indication of his anger. His ears angled backwards when he heard someone walking toward him. Familiar pawsteps. Without even looking behind him, he was able to tell that it was London, having interacted with her plenty of times now to know the way that she carried herself. Killua didn't take his eyes off of the Typhoon members as London did approach, and this made the situation even more precarious. Because if London got hurt, it would just mean that she could bleed to death again, and what if he wasn't quick enough?
When the other greeted them, Killua kept himself from clenching his jaw. However, when she APOLOGIZED to the one that attacked her, a shocked look spread across his facial features as his head turned to look at the albino clouded leopard. WHAT? Why the hell was she apologizing? It made absolutely no sense to the wildcat. "W-What? London she attacked you, for the fun of it. It wouldn't have mattered who it could have been. You don't need to apologize to scum like her that get off torturing those for the fun of it all." Maybe his language was a little bit crude, but he didn't give a damn right now. His temper was soaring and it was only going to get even worse as more and more animals were bound to make their approach. His tone wasn't calm when he spoke, instead it was stern and filled with remorse for the Typhoon member that had attacked her. He should have just killed her, and none of this would have happened and it would have been over and done with. He should have just killed her. When Jacob started speaking, his attention was drawn back toward the canine. The other said he was fine, but he really did doubt that as his eyes glanced over the other's figure as if trying to find something that was out of the ordinary. Did the Typhoon make him say that he was fine so that Snowbound wouldn't have any reason to be suspicious of them anymore? Possibly. There were too many factors to take into consideration in a short time but he was starting to manage. Jacob mentioned someone that was named Pincher, and considering that he didn't know anyone else here, he guessed it was the red-hued domestic cat that was standing on the border. His sapphire blue eyes looked toward the Typhoon leader for a split second. That made no sense. If the other had been able to help Jacob, then why hadn't he returned him sooner and instead had waited this long? Unless he had wanted Jacob to be on his side, which would be easy in a one on one interaction in the middle of enemy territory. They were manipulating the canine. It was clear as day and it made Killua wanted to explode, but the emotions weren't evident on his face like usual. Killua had an understanding look in his eyes as he turned to look toward Pincher instead, the other seemed to be charge of whatever was going on here, and that didn't make Killua feel any better. "So riddle me this, considering the amount of time has passed since Jacob was captured, how come it took so damn long for you to decide to deliver him back? Considering the lack of injuries that are on his body, it seems like that your friend over there didn't exactly hurt him all that badly to be able to return home. Someone could have just easily flown him over here." Killua was onto their game, and he was going to make sure that everyone else in Snowbound was onto the same thing as well.
More and more animals began to make their way onto the scene, and his ears angled themselves again as he stared at Pincher as he heard heavy footfalls begin to make their way over. Leigh. There was only one large animal like that in the clan right now, and it wasn't hard to hear a horse galloping through the snow. At least Leigh was here to be able to hear whatever the hell was going on in this shit show. Killua listened to the leader's voice crack when he spoke, and he couldn't help but make himself grimace. An emotional leader was someone that was easy to manipulate. Someone that could be made into an emotional mess and someone that could easily broken. The creatures in front of him were more than willing to manipulate those under their will, or at least probably had the tools to do so considering the type of creatures that they had their group from all of it. Killua didn't comment on what Leigh said though, as there was no reason for him as his deputy to break into what was going on. Then the caracal had the audacity to speak again. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to darken significantly as he turned to look toward the female that he wanted to slit her throat. Which were probably not his emotions, but he didn't take kindly to be looked down out. One would think that they would have the same fighting potential. They were basically the same size right now, although when he was full grown he could throw her around like a rag doll, and she was older than him. Yet, Killua would have far more experience in battle than someone like her could ever be. The attitude that she was giving off pissed him off. Everything pissed him off, and there was a possibility that his anger was getting out of control. At the other's answer, Killua eyes seemed to have immediately changed color, no emotion spread across his facial features. His now being a mixture between black and blue. The bastard. "Kimi wa.." Killua seemed to growl after she was finally done speaking. As the conversations continued between the creatures, the weather around them seemed to change more for the worst than for the better. The sky above them seemed to slowly start changing to a darker shade before what seemed like snow started to fall. But, instead it wasn't snow, and instead, it was hail. The hail itself wasn't that big and not capable of doing any injuries, but it was big enough that it could be somewhat annoying, like a prick. All of this was thanks to Killua's air elementals, which were really the only power that was tied to his emotions, and right now he was absolutely livid. His eyes did not return to their usual color even when Argus decided to speak up. He didn't know the female's name, and he certainly didn't feel comfortable around the female. He noticed the way that the canine had snapped at Guru, not like it really mattered to him. He wanted to kill Guru, and yet there was no bloodlust that was coming from him just yet. His eyes narrowed, his pupils almost looking like it would belong to a reptile instead of that of a feline. Hail dropped onto his body, but it didn't seem at all to phase him. "Talk huh? Then why haven't you allowed him to cross the border? You're going to use him as a bargaining chip and I don't think the likes of the Typhoon is in the right position to do so right now. You're making sure that he's staying close to you guys so that when something doesn't go your way you can take him back, not like we'll let you considering your near our lands and you'll be outnumbered anyway. I doubt your precious clanmates would be quick enough to come to any of your aids." Killua would spit out the words toward the white canine. He wasn't an idiot. He saw the way practically all of them were surrounding him. They could have simply dropped him off and that would be the end of that. Unless there was something else that he wasn't thinking of.
(Translation: You..)
He had almost ended up ripping off the domestic cat's tail before deciding not to because he knew that the other could bleed out to death when they didn't have the likes of a healer. He had sparred the other out of consideration that it would be troublesome if the other died in a clan that he had a rank in. The only spar that he had done against someone that resulted in blood had been against his mentor figure Circusclown, and it had actually been the first time that they had met each other. Killua had been bored at the previous clan and had wanted something to do, so in the end, he had gone toward another clan to see what they were about. It was there that Killua sparred with the anti-clan leader, blows matched for blows, powers used back and forth, blood dripping onto the ground. It was fun to the assassin at the time because he wasn't trying to kill the older male, but it was obvious that the other was experience and knew where to target. He had to give the other props because Killua didn't specifically win that match, instead, it was more of a draw when Circusclown had called it off before any of them could get seriously injured. Killua had always often considered him to be strong against those that he didn't really know because if they were in a clan, their potential usually paled in comparison to his own. They were lazy and didn't think about strengthening more than just their minds all the time. Sure, Snowbound wasn't exactly the group that was going to end up starting fights, but if it did in the future they were going to at least need to be able to prepare for what is to come. The quickest way to piss the like of the assassin off is to look at him as if he isn't strong enough to do something, or that he doesn't stand a chance against someone that has less experience than he does just because he's a kid. He could just easily shout that he had been killing animals since he was a kitten and assassinating high-level figures, but he wasn't that desperate for others to know that he was strong. His claws were sometimes just enough to get the point across for others not to try and mess with him when he had knives for paws. So when it came to his interaction with Guru, the other made him absolutely livid with rage, despite it not being evident on his face. At least, not the type of rage that someone would think. Killua had noticed that Jacob had yet to step over the border, which meant that they were just going to end up using the other male for their own means. Which pissed him off even more as he lashed his tail once behind him, but gave no more indication of his anger. His ears angled backwards when he heard someone walking toward him. Familiar pawsteps. Without even looking behind him, he was able to tell that it was London, having interacted with her plenty of times now to know the way that she carried herself. Killua didn't take his eyes off of the Typhoon members as London did approach, and this made the situation even more precarious. Because if London got hurt, it would just mean that she could bleed to death again, and what if he wasn't quick enough?
When the other greeted them, Killua kept himself from clenching his jaw. However, when she APOLOGIZED to the one that attacked her, a shocked look spread across his facial features as his head turned to look at the albino clouded leopard. WHAT? Why the hell was she apologizing? It made absolutely no sense to the wildcat. "W-What? London she attacked you, for the fun of it. It wouldn't have mattered who it could have been. You don't need to apologize to scum like her that get off torturing those for the fun of it all." Maybe his language was a little bit crude, but he didn't give a damn right now. His temper was soaring and it was only going to get even worse as more and more animals were bound to make their approach. His tone wasn't calm when he spoke, instead it was stern and filled with remorse for the Typhoon member that had attacked her. He should have just killed her, and none of this would have happened and it would have been over and done with. He should have just killed her. When Jacob started speaking, his attention was drawn back toward the canine. The other said he was fine, but he really did doubt that as his eyes glanced over the other's figure as if trying to find something that was out of the ordinary. Did the Typhoon make him say that he was fine so that Snowbound wouldn't have any reason to be suspicious of them anymore? Possibly. There were too many factors to take into consideration in a short time but he was starting to manage. Jacob mentioned someone that was named Pincher, and considering that he didn't know anyone else here, he guessed it was the red-hued domestic cat that was standing on the border. His sapphire blue eyes looked toward the Typhoon leader for a split second. That made no sense. If the other had been able to help Jacob, then why hadn't he returned him sooner and instead had waited this long? Unless he had wanted Jacob to be on his side, which would be easy in a one on one interaction in the middle of enemy territory. They were manipulating the canine. It was clear as day and it made Killua wanted to explode, but the emotions weren't evident on his face like usual. Killua had an understanding look in his eyes as he turned to look toward Pincher instead, the other seemed to be charge of whatever was going on here, and that didn't make Killua feel any better. "So riddle me this, considering the amount of time has passed since Jacob was captured, how come it took so damn long for you to decide to deliver him back? Considering the lack of injuries that are on his body, it seems like that your friend over there didn't exactly hurt him all that badly to be able to return home. Someone could have just easily flown him over here." Killua was onto their game, and he was going to make sure that everyone else in Snowbound was onto the same thing as well.
More and more animals began to make their way onto the scene, and his ears angled themselves again as he stared at Pincher as he heard heavy footfalls begin to make their way over. Leigh. There was only one large animal like that in the clan right now, and it wasn't hard to hear a horse galloping through the snow. At least Leigh was here to be able to hear whatever the hell was going on in this shit show. Killua listened to the leader's voice crack when he spoke, and he couldn't help but make himself grimace. An emotional leader was someone that was easy to manipulate. Someone that could be made into an emotional mess and someone that could easily broken. The creatures in front of him were more than willing to manipulate those under their will, or at least probably had the tools to do so considering the type of creatures that they had their group from all of it. Killua didn't comment on what Leigh said though, as there was no reason for him as his deputy to break into what was going on. Then the caracal had the audacity to speak again. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to darken significantly as he turned to look toward the female that he wanted to slit her throat. Which were probably not his emotions, but he didn't take kindly to be looked down out. One would think that they would have the same fighting potential. They were basically the same size right now, although when he was full grown he could throw her around like a rag doll, and she was older than him. Yet, Killua would have far more experience in battle than someone like her could ever be. The attitude that she was giving off pissed him off. Everything pissed him off, and there was a possibility that his anger was getting out of control. At the other's answer, Killua eyes seemed to have immediately changed color, no emotion spread across his facial features. His now being a mixture between black and blue. The bastard. "Kimi wa.." Killua seemed to growl after she was finally done speaking. As the conversations continued between the creatures, the weather around them seemed to change more for the worst than for the better. The sky above them seemed to slowly start changing to a darker shade before what seemed like snow started to fall. But, instead it wasn't snow, and instead, it was hail. The hail itself wasn't that big and not capable of doing any injuries, but it was big enough that it could be somewhat annoying, like a prick. All of this was thanks to Killua's air elementals, which were really the only power that was tied to his emotions, and right now he was absolutely livid. His eyes did not return to their usual color even when Argus decided to speak up. He didn't know the female's name, and he certainly didn't feel comfortable around the female. He noticed the way that the canine had snapped at Guru, not like it really mattered to him. He wanted to kill Guru, and yet there was no bloodlust that was coming from him just yet. His eyes narrowed, his pupils almost looking like it would belong to a reptile instead of that of a feline. Hail dropped onto his body, but it didn't seem at all to phase him. "Talk huh? Then why haven't you allowed him to cross the border? You're going to use him as a bargaining chip and I don't think the likes of the Typhoon is in the right position to do so right now. You're making sure that he's staying close to you guys so that when something doesn't go your way you can take him back, not like we'll let you considering your near our lands and you'll be outnumbered anyway. I doubt your precious clanmates would be quick enough to come to any of your aids." Killua would spit out the words toward the white canine. He wasn't an idiot. He saw the way practically all of them were surrounding him. They could have simply dropped him off and that would be the end of that. Unless there was something else that he wasn't thinking of.
(Translation: You..)
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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