04-17-2018, 06:25 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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He and Koru had been around each other for a long time now. He hadn't really kept track the specifics of how long they had interacted with one another. The snake basically did whatever the snake wanted to and he wasn't about to force the animal to be with him if he didn't want to end up being. The only reason they had crossed paths was that the reptile had been starving when it came into the clan territory that he was basically in charge of. The young male wasn't sure why he had pitied the animal, or maybe it had been out of his own interest to try and acquire a companion that was more than capable of taking out anyone with a single bite. And he didn't have to worry if the other ended up biting him. Sure, it may end up making him feel like shit the next couple of days but he wouldn't kill him and be able to work with the effects that were put in place on his body. Koru didn't really seem to be all that interested in going on out his own, probably realizing that as long as he was with Killua, he would be protected and get free food off of him all the time. A freeloader, not that Killua minded because the other didn't exactly take up much space in the cave that he lived in. He had no reason to try and push the snake away from trying to be around him, and right now the reptile was the only one that he was capable of venting to. It was almost funny. He was talking to a reptile that was usually considered to be cold-hearted and didn't think before making an action, but something in the other's blue eyes that almost matched his own made it feel like the other was trying to understand him. There was no reason for Killua to kill the creature either, as it wasn't like what had happened to the first friend that he made when he basically adopted a husky puppy into the family. His parents were here to tell him to kill the thing that he was growing close to, but what would he do if Koru ended up dying? Killua didn't exactly take the other into battle with him, as it would be hard and hinder his speed if a massive snake that would be around his neck anyway. Would he be upset? He had never had someone close to him even remotely die before, and instead, he had been the one to nearly die several times thanks to his brother. He wouldn't be allowed to die though. Maybe his family did know where he was and just needed to make sure that he was safe. He was pretty sure that if anyone actually killed him the rest of the family would go on a killing spree, killing anything that was around them. His brother was probably nearby, and here he was, just sitting on his ass instead of working to make himself stronger. After killing those two creatures though, Killua isn't exactly sure if getting stronger was a very good idea. He knew that he needed to work on his powers, but he knew that once he did get stronger, would those around him be in danger?
He was afraid of hurting those that were basically innocent in his eyes. London. Jacob. Kayn. Everyone else, including Mel. He had interacted with very few creatures since he had started to live here and yet these animals had promoted him to deputy. At least Leigh had promoted him to deputy, which still made no sense. He should be demoted. He didn't want any ranks when it came to the clans, yet why was he holding onto the rank? He wasn't sure if he could answer that question. Nostalgia? He had been a deputy before, and he had even been younger than he was now. He had learned quite a lot thanks to Circusclown, but now that the other was gone there wasn't anyone that he was willing to talk to about his problems. There was no one around that he could even remotely relate to. Part of him didn't. He hoped that no one had gone through a similar situation like he had gone through with his childhood, because that would be cruel. Just like how he didn't want anyone getting involved with the Zoldyck family as they were just going to be trouble in the end. The assassin had too many thoughts about what to think of, and yet he just wanted to lay around and let himself feel numb. Not a difficult task for him to do as he had done it during his training. A state that he had put himself into where he basically turned his mind off and let his body do the work for him. Muscle memory. Killua was barely able to hear the mountain lion approach him. Cougars practically perfect when it came to walking through snow thanks to their large paws. He didn't immediately turn his head to look at the larger wildcat, and instead, his ears angled toward her instead. He glanced down at Koru that was in front of him, and the snake was busy finishing its food on the blanket that it was on. A low huff escaped jaws as he shrugged his shoulders as he looked back at the female. He didn't think ill of her. He didn't hate her. He didn't trust her though like the rest of the animals that were in this place. Trust was something that could be easily broken but not readily earned. Killua didn't want the words that his brother had drilled into his head to come true. "Basically. The blanket is heated at the moment. If he gets uncomfortable he'll just come over to take my body heat." Reptiles were attracted to any form of warmth. Hence why some of their species were drawn toward the roads that were created by humans that readily absorbed sunlight. If a snake got too cold, they would begin to go into a comatose state, but they wouldn't die all that quickly. Killua was great when it came to paying attention to anyone's vitals. If Killua had really wanted to, he could heat up the air around him to make it feel like they were in the humid area of a jungle. But he didn't want to reveal or use any of his powers while other's were around. He hadn't charged himself in months, meaning that using his electricity elementals would be impossible for him right now. Not like he really needed to use it in a situation like this. Killua wasn't an expert when it came to creating warm environment though. If anything his powers were more used for cold, and depending on his emotions he could make it start to snow if he was that angry, which would usually give the power away but it snowed so often in Snowbound that other's may not guess it as being some sort of power.
His eyes hadn't left the female when they had started talking, and ultimately he moved himself in a sitting position. A look of surprise spread across his facial features toward the female that asked about his injuries. Did she actually care? Why though? Why wasn't she terrified of him yet? London wasn't terrified of him though, but he felt like that could be for a number of different reasons. Killua seemed to hesitate, not something that he was accustom to doing, as he glanced down at his shoulder and side. The assassin rolled his shoulder to feel the stitches that were underneath the bandage, making sure that all of the sutures were intact, and the same went with his side. Killua hummed in thought before finally answering, as he didn't feel any pain from his injuries. The layers of scarred tissue with damaged nerve endings covering his body making it hard for him to really feeling anything. "More itchy than anything. I've had worse, I should be healed in a week or two." Killua stated in almost a thoughtful tone. Would he heal that fast? It would all be based on whether or not he actually took care of himself. In the state he was currently, it was rare for Killua to take good care of himself. He was self-destructive in that matter. He wouldn't eat, and he wouldn't sleep. But he would do it to the point where he knew his body could take it so he didn't die. That didn't make it healthy though obviously. Killua took note how the other didn't sit around him, and he didn't blame her. Even with how dark it was, it would be difficult to see the blood stain on his paws because he hadn't washed the liquid off quick enough. The assassin was a threat to her, and she wasn't going to relax around him for who knows how long. Killua's own body language seemed completely relaxed with himself as he was sitting around, his sapphire blue eyes looking toward Koru who was just about down eating the rodent he had given him. While he wasn't looking at Mel, something landing on the snow on his paws. His eyes immediately looked at the object that had fallen on the ground, and noticed the wrapper covered lollipop. Oh? The sight of it couldn't help but have a small grin spread across his facial features. Killua's metal claws unsheathed themselves on his left paw so that he could use the tips to carefully pick up stick of the lollipop, raising it into the air to be able to see if he could see the flavor or not. Didn't seem like it. Oh well. He turned to look toward Mel when the other started to talk, earning her a chuckle from his jaws. "Candy is always way better than flowers. Flowers are boring, they just end up wilting away." Plus they were delicate. With someone around him, he would probably end of bruising them if he wasn't careful. Especially in his current mental condition, which was worse than his physical condition. Killua used one of his claws to slice off the wrapper with ease, and noticed that the lollipop was red in color. There were a couple different options to the flavor, and he doubted the other would try to poison him if she tried so he just dropped the lollipop into his mouth. Strawberry. Not bad. Strawberry was a great flavor to have. He was just glad it hadn't turned out to be some weird flavor like cinnamon or some weird food. Killua seemed to look at Mel for a couple of seconds, clearing his throat as he eventually raised one of his paws and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhh Arrigato -Oh Uhh thanks." Killua quickly corrected himself. It felt odd. Saying the words for once. Was there really a need to thank her? He secretly appreciated her concern, but there was something else there. Lowering his paw from the back of his neck, he thought for a couple moments. "So what's up? You look like I'm about try and attack you." Killua half mocked and teased the other as he raised a sheathed paw and gestured toward her body language. He wasn't that great when it came to conversation topics, but he doubted that Mel was either.
He was afraid of hurting those that were basically innocent in his eyes. London. Jacob. Kayn. Everyone else, including Mel. He had interacted with very few creatures since he had started to live here and yet these animals had promoted him to deputy. At least Leigh had promoted him to deputy, which still made no sense. He should be demoted. He didn't want any ranks when it came to the clans, yet why was he holding onto the rank? He wasn't sure if he could answer that question. Nostalgia? He had been a deputy before, and he had even been younger than he was now. He had learned quite a lot thanks to Circusclown, but now that the other was gone there wasn't anyone that he was willing to talk to about his problems. There was no one around that he could even remotely relate to. Part of him didn't. He hoped that no one had gone through a similar situation like he had gone through with his childhood, because that would be cruel. Just like how he didn't want anyone getting involved with the Zoldyck family as they were just going to be trouble in the end. The assassin had too many thoughts about what to think of, and yet he just wanted to lay around and let himself feel numb. Not a difficult task for him to do as he had done it during his training. A state that he had put himself into where he basically turned his mind off and let his body do the work for him. Muscle memory. Killua was barely able to hear the mountain lion approach him. Cougars practically perfect when it came to walking through snow thanks to their large paws. He didn't immediately turn his head to look at the larger wildcat, and instead, his ears angled toward her instead. He glanced down at Koru that was in front of him, and the snake was busy finishing its food on the blanket that it was on. A low huff escaped jaws as he shrugged his shoulders as he looked back at the female. He didn't think ill of her. He didn't hate her. He didn't trust her though like the rest of the animals that were in this place. Trust was something that could be easily broken but not readily earned. Killua didn't want the words that his brother had drilled into his head to come true. "Basically. The blanket is heated at the moment. If he gets uncomfortable he'll just come over to take my body heat." Reptiles were attracted to any form of warmth. Hence why some of their species were drawn toward the roads that were created by humans that readily absorbed sunlight. If a snake got too cold, they would begin to go into a comatose state, but they wouldn't die all that quickly. Killua was great when it came to paying attention to anyone's vitals. If Killua had really wanted to, he could heat up the air around him to make it feel like they were in the humid area of a jungle. But he didn't want to reveal or use any of his powers while other's were around. He hadn't charged himself in months, meaning that using his electricity elementals would be impossible for him right now. Not like he really needed to use it in a situation like this. Killua wasn't an expert when it came to creating warm environment though. If anything his powers were more used for cold, and depending on his emotions he could make it start to snow if he was that angry, which would usually give the power away but it snowed so often in Snowbound that other's may not guess it as being some sort of power.
His eyes hadn't left the female when they had started talking, and ultimately he moved himself in a sitting position. A look of surprise spread across his facial features toward the female that asked about his injuries. Did she actually care? Why though? Why wasn't she terrified of him yet? London wasn't terrified of him though, but he felt like that could be for a number of different reasons. Killua seemed to hesitate, not something that he was accustom to doing, as he glanced down at his shoulder and side. The assassin rolled his shoulder to feel the stitches that were underneath the bandage, making sure that all of the sutures were intact, and the same went with his side. Killua hummed in thought before finally answering, as he didn't feel any pain from his injuries. The layers of scarred tissue with damaged nerve endings covering his body making it hard for him to really feeling anything. "More itchy than anything. I've had worse, I should be healed in a week or two." Killua stated in almost a thoughtful tone. Would he heal that fast? It would all be based on whether or not he actually took care of himself. In the state he was currently, it was rare for Killua to take good care of himself. He was self-destructive in that matter. He wouldn't eat, and he wouldn't sleep. But he would do it to the point where he knew his body could take it so he didn't die. That didn't make it healthy though obviously. Killua took note how the other didn't sit around him, and he didn't blame her. Even with how dark it was, it would be difficult to see the blood stain on his paws because he hadn't washed the liquid off quick enough. The assassin was a threat to her, and she wasn't going to relax around him for who knows how long. Killua's own body language seemed completely relaxed with himself as he was sitting around, his sapphire blue eyes looking toward Koru who was just about down eating the rodent he had given him. While he wasn't looking at Mel, something landing on the snow on his paws. His eyes immediately looked at the object that had fallen on the ground, and noticed the wrapper covered lollipop. Oh? The sight of it couldn't help but have a small grin spread across his facial features. Killua's metal claws unsheathed themselves on his left paw so that he could use the tips to carefully pick up stick of the lollipop, raising it into the air to be able to see if he could see the flavor or not. Didn't seem like it. Oh well. He turned to look toward Mel when the other started to talk, earning her a chuckle from his jaws. "Candy is always way better than flowers. Flowers are boring, they just end up wilting away." Plus they were delicate. With someone around him, he would probably end of bruising them if he wasn't careful. Especially in his current mental condition, which was worse than his physical condition. Killua used one of his claws to slice off the wrapper with ease, and noticed that the lollipop was red in color. There were a couple different options to the flavor, and he doubted the other would try to poison him if she tried so he just dropped the lollipop into his mouth. Strawberry. Not bad. Strawberry was a great flavor to have. He was just glad it hadn't turned out to be some weird flavor like cinnamon or some weird food. Killua seemed to look at Mel for a couple of seconds, clearing his throat as he eventually raised one of his paws and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhh Arrigato -Oh Uhh thanks." Killua quickly corrected himself. It felt odd. Saying the words for once. Was there really a need to thank her? He secretly appreciated her concern, but there was something else there. Lowering his paw from the back of his neck, he thought for a couple moments. "So what's up? You look like I'm about try and attack you." Killua half mocked and teased the other as he raised a sheathed paw and gestured toward her body language. He wasn't that great when it came to conversation topics, but he doubted that Mel was either.
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