05-16-2019, 01:21 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Please note that thanks to Killua's air elementals, he does not have any scent attached to him, meaning that no one will know he is from elysium!)
He. Hated. Sand. He had lost how many times he constantly had to tell himself that when it came to visiting different places now that he had returned to the area. The former Snowbound deputy had a lot to catch up on, and after gathering enough information from Elysium, the wildcat was able to figure out which clans were still around and which ones bit the dust. He still wanted to get an idea of how many creatures inhabited each area, and this was one of the main reasons why he was going around doing exactly that. The assassin wasn't really concerned about visiting places that were considered to be fairly violent as he was more than capable of taking them on himself. The assassin certainly did look young, albeit the size of a medium-sized dog thanks to his species. He had a lot of experience behind his belt and had even taken down clan leaders of groups similar to this one. During the time that he was in Snowbound, the Pitt never really did anything to the group. If anything it was along the lines of the Typhoon that were causing trouble with the group. Killua still to this day holding a grudge against them. The Typhoon believed themselves to seek justice in the way that they punished their members, but it wasn't enough for him with the punishment that Guru had been given. Simply removing an ear? No. Killua had wanted Guru dead. The albino serval wondered if the female was still around or if someone had beat him to the punch to end the female's life. He tried to get the thought out of his head, as he was trying to turn over a new leaf, a goal he had been working on for the past several months now.
It was a lot harder than it looked to break a habit that he had since he was just a kitten. Killua was trying his best not to kill anyone, to the best of his ability. It was so much easier to win a fight if one just immediately killed their opponent instead of making them submit by beating them over and over again. It made his life a little bit more difficult, but he was willing to go through such a phase if it meant that he wouldn't be like the rest of his family. He had no idea which group Illumi had decided to take shelter in before attacking him, but that didn't matter as he was fairly certain the tiger wasn't around anymore in these clans. That's what Killua hoped. The voice in the back of his head hadn't been talking to him like it had before, and he wasn't feeling constant anxiety. Yes, he was always paranoid about his surroundings, but that was always common with him. He had to be, as these lands that were once familiar to him were now starkly different. Tracking down the groups weren't all that difficult as news traveled fast around those types that were more violent and willing to attack strangers that they came across. Killua didn't blame them in that regard, but those that usually lived in Warbound groups were extremely egotistical thinking that they could get away with everything by simple brute force. This would usually lead Killua to laugh in their faces and beat them into the ground to show exactly where they stood. The former deputy had only arrived for a simple conversation and to try and see if he recognized anyone. Which was doubtful. The only creatures that he recognized so far after returning were Stark and Tena. Stark was more of his father figure and he remembered the short time that Tena stayed in Snowbound when it existed.
His movements were completely silent and didn't make any sounds thanks to his air elementals cushioning every step that he took. His metal claws were uncurled as usual, and there was something wrapped around his throat and a small portion of his chest. Killua had decided that he might as well bring along Kuro, his albino black mamba, after recently reuniting with the reptile back in Elysium. He could only imagine how much the snake was enjoying the heat compared to the cold climate of the mountains. The snake's white scales seemed to almost blend in perfectly with Killua's white fur that made him stand out fairly easily along the desert. The only indication that there was actually a snake on the serval's body was the change in texture from scales to fur and the red eyes that was an indication of the albino. The first thing that caught Killua's attention was the smell of death and rot, it reminded him of a couple of groups that he came across that were considered threats to clanners but were in fact just weaklings that had a big talk but no bite. A yawn spread across his jaws as he finally arrived at the edge of the jungle with almost ease. His white pelt reflected light in the heated environment, allowing him to resist the heat slightly, and his air elementals constantly kept his body cool. He sat himself down on a spot that wasn't covered in sand but didn't enter the forest. Killua had his enhanced senses on so that he would be able to hear anyone that would approach him. They wouldn't be able to notice a strange scent to approach him, and the only way to really notice him would be by sight, as he hadn't made any noise on his approach either. Raising one of his paws, Killua conjured up a small rectangular box of chocolates, slicing open the top of the box with his claws, that action obviously being audible to anyone close to him. He would use his claws to impale small pieces of chocolate, before throwing the pieces up into the air and catching them in his mouth. He made no vocal announcement that he was here, as he was slightly curious on the security of the place compared to Elysium. Killua wasn't all that concerned about a fight breaking out, as he had enough powers to keep him out of harm's way. Right now, all he wanted to do was have a conversation because he was bored as all hell.
He. Hated. Sand. He had lost how many times he constantly had to tell himself that when it came to visiting different places now that he had returned to the area. The former Snowbound deputy had a lot to catch up on, and after gathering enough information from Elysium, the wildcat was able to figure out which clans were still around and which ones bit the dust. He still wanted to get an idea of how many creatures inhabited each area, and this was one of the main reasons why he was going around doing exactly that. The assassin wasn't really concerned about visiting places that were considered to be fairly violent as he was more than capable of taking them on himself. The assassin certainly did look young, albeit the size of a medium-sized dog thanks to his species. He had a lot of experience behind his belt and had even taken down clan leaders of groups similar to this one. During the time that he was in Snowbound, the Pitt never really did anything to the group. If anything it was along the lines of the Typhoon that were causing trouble with the group. Killua still to this day holding a grudge against them. The Typhoon believed themselves to seek justice in the way that they punished their members, but it wasn't enough for him with the punishment that Guru had been given. Simply removing an ear? No. Killua had wanted Guru dead. The albino serval wondered if the female was still around or if someone had beat him to the punch to end the female's life. He tried to get the thought out of his head, as he was trying to turn over a new leaf, a goal he had been working on for the past several months now.
It was a lot harder than it looked to break a habit that he had since he was just a kitten. Killua was trying his best not to kill anyone, to the best of his ability. It was so much easier to win a fight if one just immediately killed their opponent instead of making them submit by beating them over and over again. It made his life a little bit more difficult, but he was willing to go through such a phase if it meant that he wouldn't be like the rest of his family. He had no idea which group Illumi had decided to take shelter in before attacking him, but that didn't matter as he was fairly certain the tiger wasn't around anymore in these clans. That's what Killua hoped. The voice in the back of his head hadn't been talking to him like it had before, and he wasn't feeling constant anxiety. Yes, he was always paranoid about his surroundings, but that was always common with him. He had to be, as these lands that were once familiar to him were now starkly different. Tracking down the groups weren't all that difficult as news traveled fast around those types that were more violent and willing to attack strangers that they came across. Killua didn't blame them in that regard, but those that usually lived in Warbound groups were extremely egotistical thinking that they could get away with everything by simple brute force. This would usually lead Killua to laugh in their faces and beat them into the ground to show exactly where they stood. The former deputy had only arrived for a simple conversation and to try and see if he recognized anyone. Which was doubtful. The only creatures that he recognized so far after returning were Stark and Tena. Stark was more of his father figure and he remembered the short time that Tena stayed in Snowbound when it existed.
His movements were completely silent and didn't make any sounds thanks to his air elementals cushioning every step that he took. His metal claws were uncurled as usual, and there was something wrapped around his throat and a small portion of his chest. Killua had decided that he might as well bring along Kuro, his albino black mamba, after recently reuniting with the reptile back in Elysium. He could only imagine how much the snake was enjoying the heat compared to the cold climate of the mountains. The snake's white scales seemed to almost blend in perfectly with Killua's white fur that made him stand out fairly easily along the desert. The only indication that there was actually a snake on the serval's body was the change in texture from scales to fur and the red eyes that was an indication of the albino. The first thing that caught Killua's attention was the smell of death and rot, it reminded him of a couple of groups that he came across that were considered threats to clanners but were in fact just weaklings that had a big talk but no bite. A yawn spread across his jaws as he finally arrived at the edge of the jungle with almost ease. His white pelt reflected light in the heated environment, allowing him to resist the heat slightly, and his air elementals constantly kept his body cool. He sat himself down on a spot that wasn't covered in sand but didn't enter the forest. Killua had his enhanced senses on so that he would be able to hear anyone that would approach him. They wouldn't be able to notice a strange scent to approach him, and the only way to really notice him would be by sight, as he hadn't made any noise on his approach either. Raising one of his paws, Killua conjured up a small rectangular box of chocolates, slicing open the top of the box with his claws, that action obviously being audible to anyone close to him. He would use his claws to impale small pieces of chocolate, before throwing the pieces up into the air and catching them in his mouth. He made no vocal announcement that he was here, as he was slightly curious on the security of the place compared to Elysium. Killua wasn't all that concerned about a fight breaking out, as he had enough powers to keep him out of harm's way. Right now, all he wanted to do was have a conversation because he was bored as all hell.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO