05-07-2019, 09:57 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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The albino serval always felt a lot more comfortable when it came to being in the aspect of a tree than the likes of the ground. He wasn't exactly sure why that was, maybe it was just a habit that he had picked up when living in the Zoldyck's estate. As soon as his thoughts turned to his family, the wildcat was quick to change the direction of his thoughts somewhere else entirely. That was the last thing he wanted to think of honestly, as it would mean that he would get paranoid like he usually did in regards to whether or not if his family knew that he was back. He just needed to get stronger, and once he was strong enough he would be able to take on his bastard of a brother and actually put up a little bit more of a fight. There were was still an ache in his forehead every time that he did think of his brother. Having been with the group from these places for a very extensive time now, he had seen many different characters and different faces. Everyone held themselves differently, and there were those that he automatically didn't get along with either. The young male probably still had a little bit to learn here and there, but whenever it came to experience he had plenty of that in regards to anything physical. Any social interaction was a toss of a hat, as he didn't always know the best way to respond to someone talking to him. Practice made perfect, but he would much rather be in control of a situation than have someone else control it. Hence why he usually did whatever the hell he wanted despite having affiliated with a place. It was common for him to go from one place to the next to see what the group was about and what groups still existed and what those did not. He bet that the Typhoon was probably around sticking their noses in where they shouldn't go. A place that Killua never liked for the factor that there had been conflicted with them from the very beginning when the groups were just starting out. The former deputy had wanted to rip them apart, but he wasn't trying to be an assassin anymore, he was just trying to be himself. His journey was more on the line of self-discovery, as he figured out how to be a normal kid again.
A lot more difficult to actually do instead of just thinking about it. Especially since his family was constantly on the lookout for him as they tried to bring him back to the family, in which he would refuse. He wondered if they were still pissed at him for stabbing his mother in the face despite her deserving the attack that she couldn't dodge. No matter. His species wasn't the greatest when it came to climbing, as his species was known to live in massive savannah plains compared to that of a forest. Killua was far from normal in every sense of the world despite his outward appearance. Instead of having grown up in savannah, he had grown up in a forest, allowing him plenty of time to figuring out to become an expert climbing. Having a 10ft vertical leap made his life a lot easier whenever he wanted to climb anything. His claws made easy work with any material it came into contact with. His sapphire blue eyes turned to look at the jaguar, Killua being mindful to memorize the other scent and features as he did so. It wasn't that Killua would be caught staring at the jaguar, as he was quick to memorize anything that he came across. Killua rolled the lollipop into his mouth as he listened to the larger wildcat speak before speaking himself. "Better huh? It must have been pretty shitty then considering that this party isn't even a party yet." Killua said with a small chuckle escaping his jaws. The assassin wasn't against using any type of language when he talked to anyone and was usually pretty informal in his form of speech. Argus would be able to vouch for him. With his metal claws unsheathed, the wildcat grabbed the lollipop out of his mouth and waved it in the air as he continued to speak. "Well, what's your name? Come from any of the groups around?" Killua questioned the other in a bored tone. He didn't really seem to care whether or not the jaguar was going to answer his questions. He wasn't here to force anything from anyone. Maybe if he was acting like he had been originally when he came back from these groups and was a job he would, but that wasn't his life anymore.
The Zoldyck's attention soon turned to the tiger as the other began speaking. A neutral look soon spread across his facial features, getting rid of the smirk that had been on his face when he had been speaking to the jaguar. The wildcat came here to conquer the clans. Killua had to hold in the urge to laugh at the tigers face. So he was one of those guys. It reminded him of a tiger that did take over a clan, saying that he had been doing the right thing, even demoting Killua from deputy at that point just because he disagreed with the guy. The tiger had been someone that was created with lies, and everyone simply followed along with him like they were lost sheep. It made him sick and Killua could have easily killed the tiger if he had wanted to. If only his interaction with his brother never happened, he could have gotten the chance to do so. Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes at the tiger as the other began to make his way over toward them. Killua's body didn't move at the movement from the tiger in front of him. If the guy thought he was trying to see big, then he should meet his father. Who, ironically was a dragon most of the time, but could change body thanks to shapeshifting. "Uh-huh. Sure. One man army? I'm interested to see how far you'll go." Killua almost said with a sneer. It was obvious that the serval didn't care what happened to Kanga and didn't believe for a second he would be able to take on most of the creatures that lived in this place. If Argus, or even the dragon guy from Typhoon were still alive, the guy was as good as dead. Besides, Killua wouldn't let him get that far himself, as the guy would probably take innocent lives as well to get what he wanted. Killua stopped waving his lollipop around and put it back into his mouth as he listened to the male continue. When the tiger mentioned 'laying' with a woman, the expression that spread across his face seemed to be like that of a normal child reacting to a parent talking about kissing someone. Slight disgust as his nose curled at the other's description of what he wanted to do. "Eww stripes that's gross! What generation are you from? We don't say that kind of stuff around here!" There was no heat behind the words he hissed at the other. If anything, it seemed like he was slightly embarrassed at the crude language. He used crude language himself, but it had been a long time since he heard it use. The last time he heard it was probably from his adopted father Stark when he was flirting with that one guy.
A lot more difficult to actually do instead of just thinking about it. Especially since his family was constantly on the lookout for him as they tried to bring him back to the family, in which he would refuse. He wondered if they were still pissed at him for stabbing his mother in the face despite her deserving the attack that she couldn't dodge. No matter. His species wasn't the greatest when it came to climbing, as his species was known to live in massive savannah plains compared to that of a forest. Killua was far from normal in every sense of the world despite his outward appearance. Instead of having grown up in savannah, he had grown up in a forest, allowing him plenty of time to figuring out to become an expert climbing. Having a 10ft vertical leap made his life a lot easier whenever he wanted to climb anything. His claws made easy work with any material it came into contact with. His sapphire blue eyes turned to look at the jaguar, Killua being mindful to memorize the other scent and features as he did so. It wasn't that Killua would be caught staring at the jaguar, as he was quick to memorize anything that he came across. Killua rolled the lollipop into his mouth as he listened to the larger wildcat speak before speaking himself. "Better huh? It must have been pretty shitty then considering that this party isn't even a party yet." Killua said with a small chuckle escaping his jaws. The assassin wasn't against using any type of language when he talked to anyone and was usually pretty informal in his form of speech. Argus would be able to vouch for him. With his metal claws unsheathed, the wildcat grabbed the lollipop out of his mouth and waved it in the air as he continued to speak. "Well, what's your name? Come from any of the groups around?" Killua questioned the other in a bored tone. He didn't really seem to care whether or not the jaguar was going to answer his questions. He wasn't here to force anything from anyone. Maybe if he was acting like he had been originally when he came back from these groups and was a job he would, but that wasn't his life anymore.
The Zoldyck's attention soon turned to the tiger as the other began speaking. A neutral look soon spread across his facial features, getting rid of the smirk that had been on his face when he had been speaking to the jaguar. The wildcat came here to conquer the clans. Killua had to hold in the urge to laugh at the tigers face. So he was one of those guys. It reminded him of a tiger that did take over a clan, saying that he had been doing the right thing, even demoting Killua from deputy at that point just because he disagreed with the guy. The tiger had been someone that was created with lies, and everyone simply followed along with him like they were lost sheep. It made him sick and Killua could have easily killed the tiger if he had wanted to. If only his interaction with his brother never happened, he could have gotten the chance to do so. Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes at the tiger as the other began to make his way over toward them. Killua's body didn't move at the movement from the tiger in front of him. If the guy thought he was trying to see big, then he should meet his father. Who, ironically was a dragon most of the time, but could change body thanks to shapeshifting. "Uh-huh. Sure. One man army? I'm interested to see how far you'll go." Killua almost said with a sneer. It was obvious that the serval didn't care what happened to Kanga and didn't believe for a second he would be able to take on most of the creatures that lived in this place. If Argus, or even the dragon guy from Typhoon were still alive, the guy was as good as dead. Besides, Killua wouldn't let him get that far himself, as the guy would probably take innocent lives as well to get what he wanted. Killua stopped waving his lollipop around and put it back into his mouth as he listened to the male continue. When the tiger mentioned 'laying' with a woman, the expression that spread across his face seemed to be like that of a normal child reacting to a parent talking about kissing someone. Slight disgust as his nose curled at the other's description of what he wanted to do. "Eww stripes that's gross! What generation are you from? We don't say that kind of stuff around here!" There was no heat behind the words he hissed at the other. If anything, it seemed like he was slightly embarrassed at the crude language. He used crude language himself, but it had been a long time since he heard it use. The last time he heard it was probably from his adopted father Stark when he was flirting with that one guy.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO