04-17-2018, 08:05 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua knew what it was like to lose a mentor. Well kinda. They had never considered each other mentor and apprentice in any shape of the form, but with the way the old man had given him advice over and over again, he felt like that was the right term to describe the former leader. The other made him see what he was doing wrong with his life and where he should look toward and make a goal for himself. It didn't sound all that hard when one put it to words, but one needs to be careful with how attached someone could end up getting. The name of his mentor figure was Circusclown. An interesting name, but it was obvious that the other had been born into the clans considering the structure of his name, or had adopted the name either one. The other had been the leader of a violent group, at least that's what every other clan in the area had thought about it, while in fact most of the creatures that were there were more interesting than the groups that considered them to be passive. The only reason why he had been interested in Circusclown, because when he first visited the other's clan, he had just been bored out of his mind, wanting something to do to keep him occupied. Circusclown had been the first creature that had actually approached him, nearly making him gag with the stench of alcohol that clung to his pelt all of the time without really showing it. The assassin then told the other why they were here and they started to talk a little bit here and there. But, in the end, they started to spar with one another to pass the time while there were no other of his clanmates around to watch them. Killua was impressed with how fast the leader actually was and how they weren't worried about drawing blood from one another. With his claws, it wasn't the hardest thing for him to do, and was easily accomplished. The other had tried to make him flinch away in pain so that he would let him go, but since the other had attacked the inside of his mouth he felt nothing even as blood began to drip down onto the ground. Ultimately, the leader had called off the spar so that they wouldn't get themselves injured any further, and now victor was stated after that. The wildcat was fine with that though because now he had something to do with his time instead of wasting away in the museum that was currently the area that they were staying at. Killua went back to that same clan over and over again until an incident happen. Someone had tried to pick a fight with him just outside of their borders, and Killua hadn't been in a good mood, to begin with. The creatures wanted him to scream for help and beg for his life, which obviously would never be something that Killua would do. He killed the two animals that had tried to attack him, but bad luck was that Circusclown ended up seeing him and confronting him about it. Knowing that the only way out of this was to flee the scene, he had left, not before injuring himself so that he didn't kill the clan leader in order to get out of his brother's control. Circusclown had ended up tracking him down back to the clan that he was in, and they tried to talk about what had just happened. It was a nice interaction, but there wasn't much they were able to get out from one another. The next interaction that they had, was fairly similar, but instead, it hadn't been Killua that had tried to kill someone. Instead, there was someone laying nearly fatally injured on the ground. Killua had been about to put the other out of his misery when Circusclown and come through and stopped him from doing so. During this moment, Killua realized why killing other's was wrong and why it shouldn't be done. Everyone had the right to live and it wasn't his job to take that away from them.
Everyone struggled for survival, and everyone deserved a chance to continue living the life that they had whether it was good or bad. Then, Circusclown died. Killua didn't know what to do with himself, as there had been so much that he had wanted to ask the other. What should he do next? Where should he go? What was it like to have friends? And yet, he never got that moment and never would. Circusclown committed suicide inside of the clan that he was ruling, leaving nothing but a note and a bag of candy for him. There would be times that Killua would simply stare at the note until he felt numb, then go throughout his day not feeling anything. Secluded. There was nothing here for him, yet. That's what the plan was anyway. The assassin didn't have anyone that he really trusted in the group right now. The death of Circusclown had been a huge blow for him, and he refused to forget what the other had taught him. They were important lessons, which there were plenty of to have when it came to living in the clans. His eyes watched the other's action, and the surprise that the other seemed to express for a couple seconds. Well, the jig was up. The other knew that he was staying in Snowbound, and the other probably didn't realize that he was the deputy here. Not like it really mattered as he didn't really do his job in the first place. The other had even remembered his name. How kind. Killua didn't hold a grudge toward the other apprentice either since the other had done nothing to try and piss him off. He had seen other's that were cranky all the time, and had tried to physically rip out of his throat. The other just was upset by something, and Killua was finally given his reason why. The bengal reminded Killua what his name was, Bastille. He definitely wouldn't forget it now. "Oh you remembered my name." Killua said with a grin spread across his facial features as he stood up on the branch that he was on, before letting himself drop down onto the snow below him. As soon as he landed, his paws made no sound in the snow as he did so. He flicked one of his ears as he listened to the other. Wait. Luna was gone? He had quite liked the female because she seemed to be the easy type to talk to. The Snowbounder sat himself down, a look that told him he was thinking. "Luna huh? I keep track of everyone that comes in and out of the clan, and I haven't seen her. Think its possible that it was another group that could have taken her? Like the Typhoon or Tanglewood?" Killua didn't like both groups at the moment, and all of them seemed to have the same premise. Murderers. That's all he saw in them, but he was a massive hypocrite in that regard, as he was a murderer himself and had done it recently. Bandages wrapped around his left shoulder and torso showed that he wasn't perfectly healthy. "What was the last trace you had of her? Maybe her scent was going in a specific the direction the last time you caught it." Killua could easily offer his skills to try and become a detective, but was it really worth it?
Everyone struggled for survival, and everyone deserved a chance to continue living the life that they had whether it was good or bad. Then, Circusclown died. Killua didn't know what to do with himself, as there had been so much that he had wanted to ask the other. What should he do next? Where should he go? What was it like to have friends? And yet, he never got that moment and never would. Circusclown committed suicide inside of the clan that he was ruling, leaving nothing but a note and a bag of candy for him. There would be times that Killua would simply stare at the note until he felt numb, then go throughout his day not feeling anything. Secluded. There was nothing here for him, yet. That's what the plan was anyway. The assassin didn't have anyone that he really trusted in the group right now. The death of Circusclown had been a huge blow for him, and he refused to forget what the other had taught him. They were important lessons, which there were plenty of to have when it came to living in the clans. His eyes watched the other's action, and the surprise that the other seemed to express for a couple seconds. Well, the jig was up. The other knew that he was staying in Snowbound, and the other probably didn't realize that he was the deputy here. Not like it really mattered as he didn't really do his job in the first place. The other had even remembered his name. How kind. Killua didn't hold a grudge toward the other apprentice either since the other had done nothing to try and piss him off. He had seen other's that were cranky all the time, and had tried to physically rip out of his throat. The other just was upset by something, and Killua was finally given his reason why. The bengal reminded Killua what his name was, Bastille. He definitely wouldn't forget it now. "Oh you remembered my name." Killua said with a grin spread across his facial features as he stood up on the branch that he was on, before letting himself drop down onto the snow below him. As soon as he landed, his paws made no sound in the snow as he did so. He flicked one of his ears as he listened to the other. Wait. Luna was gone? He had quite liked the female because she seemed to be the easy type to talk to. The Snowbounder sat himself down, a look that told him he was thinking. "Luna huh? I keep track of everyone that comes in and out of the clan, and I haven't seen her. Think its possible that it was another group that could have taken her? Like the Typhoon or Tanglewood?" Killua didn't like both groups at the moment, and all of them seemed to have the same premise. Murderers. That's all he saw in them, but he was a massive hypocrite in that regard, as he was a murderer himself and had done it recently. Bandages wrapped around his left shoulder and torso showed that he wasn't perfectly healthy. "What was the last trace you had of her? Maybe her scent was going in a specific the direction the last time you caught it." Killua could easily offer his skills to try and become a detective, but was it really worth it?
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