05-07-2019, 05:34 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Its been a hot minute)
No one would be able to understand exactly how conflicted he was with how everything was coming out to be in his life. It was extremely difficult for him to figure out what his purpose in life was supposed to be without involving the likes of his horrible family. He had to keep searching because if he didn't he knew that he would just drive himself insane. He had been down that road before and had no reason to travel down that path again as he had managed to get a glimpse of the light before it was snuffed out again. Killua realized what it was like to have friends and have someone that he could actually depend on. It brought an entirely new aspect to life for Killua, having only ever had a friend that would eventually die from his claws. Hell, he could even say that he may have even crafted a small family for himself at some point. Now? He had no idea where any of those people were and if he would ever see them again. It saddened his heart significantly, and he just wanted to be happy. His family constantly made sure to come back at the worst times to remind him that he was basically their property to be used how they saw fit. With someone of his strength and his developing age, he wasn't about to take that sitting down. He had made a name for himself in this area long ago. He had once been considered a deputy, close to leading a group of his own although that wasn't his intention as he saw no point in dealing with ranks with the clan. Killua at one point even believed the clans to be nothing but stupid and a waste of time to join and work for in the long run. He avoided them for the most part if he did join a group, making sure that he wouldn't get too close to those that existed in the clans. It was only when he looked deeper into the meaning of what a clan was that he finally saw what he had been missing his entire life.
Maybe there was still a chance for him to have a little bit of a childhood that wasn't soaked in the blood of innocent lives. Killua's heart ached at the thought of the bonds that he had managed to create and now all of them were gone. Snowbound was gone from what he figured out, and that meant both London and Stark were missing. He hoped that they were still alive and well, as he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if anything happened to them. Especially London, as Stark was more than capable of defending himself compared to the albino snow leopard. There were a couple of other faces that he was interested in figuring out if they were still around or not, such as Melantha, the cougar that at the same time pissed him off but somewhat considered to be a friend at the same time. He would never openly admit to saying that, but still. The albino serval had to take a small detour the last time he had been in Snowbound. The last time he had been around, his brother had attacked him and Argus, leaving him reduced to nothing but a bloody pulp. At least he had his claws instead of having them ripped out compared to last time when he and his brother saw each other for the first time in months. He had his time to recover, albeit a lonely and boring time that he had to admit. Killua avoided the groups out of the fact that his family knew about the area and could easily search for him there. Having nowhere else to turn though, he was going to take the risks and figure out exactly where the hell he was and hopefully get some answers. There had been some distinct changes that he noticed, the biggest one being that Snowbound no longer existed, and instead was reduced to ruins.
It looked as if the place had been burned to the ground. The site of his former home left a hefty weight on his shoulders and the distinct feeling of guilt. With one of his pets no longer tailing him, Killua didn't have to worry about his family right now. They were always in the back of his mind when it came to his thoughts, but right now he needed to focus on himself if he was going to get back to feeling whole again. The albino wildcat had managed to catch the scent of a nearby group and thought that he might as well investigate. The assassin leaped from tree to tree until he arrived at the border, which also seemed like it acted like the tree line as well. There didn't seem to be all that many trees and instead more mountainous terrain. It made him feel strange to be around a mountain again. Memories that he wished that he could snuff out once and for all, but those memories were important for him to see how far he has come. If only Tama was here to see what he was now. Killua didn't really seem to bother hiding in the barren tree that he was laying in, his limbs hanging off the branch lazily. There were distinct patches of fur missing from his right arm as if they had been ripped off to reveal the heavy scar tissue underneath. Killua had a neutral expression spread across his face as he raised one of his paws conjuring up a lollipop, and from there he plopped the candy into his mouth. This time around he wasn't starving himself and seemed to have a healthy weight on his body. He flicked one of his large rounded ears as his air elementals kept any scent from escaping his form, so the only way to be able to sense him was through a power or by sight. If no one approached him in a certain span of time he would be quick to speak out to try and get someone's attention. His metal claws gleamed dangerously in the sunlight as he laid his head down on the branch he was laying out. Despite his relaxed form, he was listening for anything that would be heading his direction.
No one would be able to understand exactly how conflicted he was with how everything was coming out to be in his life. It was extremely difficult for him to figure out what his purpose in life was supposed to be without involving the likes of his horrible family. He had to keep searching because if he didn't he knew that he would just drive himself insane. He had been down that road before and had no reason to travel down that path again as he had managed to get a glimpse of the light before it was snuffed out again. Killua realized what it was like to have friends and have someone that he could actually depend on. It brought an entirely new aspect to life for Killua, having only ever had a friend that would eventually die from his claws. Hell, he could even say that he may have even crafted a small family for himself at some point. Now? He had no idea where any of those people were and if he would ever see them again. It saddened his heart significantly, and he just wanted to be happy. His family constantly made sure to come back at the worst times to remind him that he was basically their property to be used how they saw fit. With someone of his strength and his developing age, he wasn't about to take that sitting down. He had made a name for himself in this area long ago. He had once been considered a deputy, close to leading a group of his own although that wasn't his intention as he saw no point in dealing with ranks with the clan. Killua at one point even believed the clans to be nothing but stupid and a waste of time to join and work for in the long run. He avoided them for the most part if he did join a group, making sure that he wouldn't get too close to those that existed in the clans. It was only when he looked deeper into the meaning of what a clan was that he finally saw what he had been missing his entire life.
Maybe there was still a chance for him to have a little bit of a childhood that wasn't soaked in the blood of innocent lives. Killua's heart ached at the thought of the bonds that he had managed to create and now all of them were gone. Snowbound was gone from what he figured out, and that meant both London and Stark were missing. He hoped that they were still alive and well, as he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if anything happened to them. Especially London, as Stark was more than capable of defending himself compared to the albino snow leopard. There were a couple of other faces that he was interested in figuring out if they were still around or not, such as Melantha, the cougar that at the same time pissed him off but somewhat considered to be a friend at the same time. He would never openly admit to saying that, but still. The albino serval had to take a small detour the last time he had been in Snowbound. The last time he had been around, his brother had attacked him and Argus, leaving him reduced to nothing but a bloody pulp. At least he had his claws instead of having them ripped out compared to last time when he and his brother saw each other for the first time in months. He had his time to recover, albeit a lonely and boring time that he had to admit. Killua avoided the groups out of the fact that his family knew about the area and could easily search for him there. Having nowhere else to turn though, he was going to take the risks and figure out exactly where the hell he was and hopefully get some answers. There had been some distinct changes that he noticed, the biggest one being that Snowbound no longer existed, and instead was reduced to ruins.
It looked as if the place had been burned to the ground. The site of his former home left a hefty weight on his shoulders and the distinct feeling of guilt. With one of his pets no longer tailing him, Killua didn't have to worry about his family right now. They were always in the back of his mind when it came to his thoughts, but right now he needed to focus on himself if he was going to get back to feeling whole again. The albino wildcat had managed to catch the scent of a nearby group and thought that he might as well investigate. The assassin leaped from tree to tree until he arrived at the border, which also seemed like it acted like the tree line as well. There didn't seem to be all that many trees and instead more mountainous terrain. It made him feel strange to be around a mountain again. Memories that he wished that he could snuff out once and for all, but those memories were important for him to see how far he has come. If only Tama was here to see what he was now. Killua didn't really seem to bother hiding in the barren tree that he was laying in, his limbs hanging off the branch lazily. There were distinct patches of fur missing from his right arm as if they had been ripped off to reveal the heavy scar tissue underneath. Killua had a neutral expression spread across his face as he raised one of his paws conjuring up a lollipop, and from there he plopped the candy into his mouth. This time around he wasn't starving himself and seemed to have a healthy weight on his body. He flicked one of his large rounded ears as his air elementals kept any scent from escaping his form, so the only way to be able to sense him was through a power or by sight. If no one approached him in a certain span of time he would be quick to speak out to try and get someone's attention. His metal claws gleamed dangerously in the sunlight as he laid his head down on the branch he was laying out. Despite his relaxed form, he was listening for anything that would be heading his direction.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO