06-20-2019, 08:22 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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[SCREAMS ITS LONDON]
Killua blamed himself for the fall of Snowbound. Maybe he had received the ranks that he did simply because everyone trusted him to keep them safe. Killua had tried his best to do just that, but it was never enough. Animals got captured, they were injured, and he was unable to stop any of it but was still there to attempt to patch their wounds and get revenge on those that did such things. In the beginning, most of those that he came across didn't exactly like him all that much and Killua couldn't bring himself to care what other's thought of him. He came to Snowbound with the idea of starting a better life, but dropping everything that his family had taught him was extremely difficult for him to undo. It was nearly impossible, but certain faces helped make it a lot easier for him to get through. Over time, everyone in Snowbound grew used to his antics and didn't really let them bother them all that much, which was nice for Killua because it meant that they weren't scolding them. At this point, he still believed that most groups were naive and stupid and weren't willing to take the risks when it came to battle. To this day, Killua still wished that they weren't cowardly and would stand up for what they cared for instead of just taking constant beatings. The wildcat was more prone to violence than his clanmates, but he had his own reasons to be. He figured that most of those that were in Snowbound didn't know how to fight properly, and he still didn't offer to train any of them. A couple of weeks later he was made deputy of the group, which meant nothing to him as it was just a random title that was going to be given out to someone. He was just around a lot more than most of those that lived in Snowbound after all. The young male did little to nothing with his title and never held it over anyone's head like he planned on doing from the very beginning. The only reason he had been interested in clan and tribe ranks was that if he needed to you could pull the rank card and get away with certain actions.
That never came to be, as being a deputy never really mattered. From there, ranks were changed and Jacob became leader of the Snowbound. Looking back, Killua had to admit that the dog did a pretty good job, but was basically a pacifist, which Killua did not approve of and constantly butt heads with him. He was dropped from being deputy, which again he didn't really seem to care for anyway as he never bothered to create events or anything creative as he did not know how. However, during this time he was starting to establish relationships with a few faces. He was reunited with Stark a couple of months after joining Snowbound and seeing the male certainly brightened his mood immediately. Then there was London, a clouded leopard that had gotten attacked soon after his joining of Snowbound from a caracal that belonged to the Typhoon. He was there to beat the attacking along with the crow he never learned the name of. He made sure to patch London up once she realized that she had the disease of the blood that made her bleed out so quickly, and she apologized for being attacked which made no sense to Killua. Over time, her actions became more and more confusing to the wildcat, as he wasn't entirely sure how to react to them. There was a moment where two corpses laid at his feet, and the clouded leopard wanted nothing more to do but help him and apologize for not being there. Killua felt nothing but guilt after that moment, and she showed care for him while others avoided him. Melantha was close to the same group, albeit the cougar not being the type to show some affection. Mel cared for Killua in some way, and treated him like a friend, and Killua believed her to be one as well, but without any vocal confirmation, he wasn't sure if they were truly friends. London had even gone to the extent of crafting gloves for him to sleep with so that he wouldn't injure himself from his night terrors. Killua still had those gloves hidden away with the rest of his belongings in case he ever needed to conjure them. London was also one of the few animals that ever knew about his past, and wasn't intimidated or ever scared by his presence. Instead, she actually almost seemed to enjoy his presence regardless.
The assassin had nearly been in tears during his confession not wanting the female to get hurt because of him as he didn't know what extent his family would go to get him back and that she might be targetted. London did not miss a beat and again caught Killua by utter surprise by her response. It was at that moment on that they said that they were friends. The first time that Killua had ever exchanged that word with anyone. London meant a lot to Killua, and he would make sure to go through great lengths to make sure that she was okay and that no one hurt her. Eventually, his family found him during his time with Argus. His older brother and the massive beast attacking him to try and get him back. Around that time he didn't know the whereabouts with London and some other faces that he had come to know. His older brother ended up breaking his arm and leaving several gashes across his body. He was barely able to get away back to Snowbound. It was there that he was able to get patched up by Izuku and Mel. The damage was done, and he was immediately instilled with fear. He couldn't stay in Snowbound. His brother knew where he was and would stop at nothing to get his paws on him again. He had to leave. Killua never mentioned that he was going to leave, and left without saying goodbye. It was now that he was able to realize his mistake in doing so. Killua blamed himself for the destruction of Snowbound. Hell, he didn't even know how long ago that the place was even destroyed, and instead had to hear about it from Tena in Elysium. The former deputy didn't have a home to return to after recovering from Illumi's attack. Maybe if he had stayed there, Snowbound wouldn't have burned to the ground and everything would have been fine. Killua still did not have the knowledge of anyone that died in the fire and had no knowledge if his first friend had survived or not. The thought of her being dead crushed his heart, and occupied his mind for most of the day as he tried to figure out a way to redeem himself. Without those that he once knew, Killua felt like he was back to square one and his brother's interference had been worth to break down his mental state even further.
Killua refused to share these thoughts with anyone that was in Elysium, even Stark, as he did not feel like he knew them well enough. Besides, showing any concern or weakness was out of the question. So, to keep his mind from killing him, Killua often went out on patrols that usually never lead to anything and were somewhat empty. He kept to the edges of the territory where there were more trees, using his enhanced senses to listen for anything in the distance that did not belong. He had walked around the entire territory for today, and for once was tired. He wasn't sleeping either, and his current diet consisted of candy. Luckily his thick fur hid any sign of malnourishment. He was scaling up the side of the mountain using the trees when a noise caught his attention. Killua had to stop for a moment on the branch that he was on to listen and make sure it wasn't someone that he knew. So far since he lived here, there were no intruders and no conflict, which left him with almost nothing to do. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he listened closely to the pawsteps that he was hearing. When he lived in Snowbound, he had made it his job to memorize the pawsteps that his clanmates made so that he would be able to identify their approach and where they were located in the territory. As he listened, his entire body stilled, and he held his breath. His eyes slowly began to widen, as he would recognize those pawsteps anywhere. London. It had to be her. It couldn't be anyone else. His head immediately went on a swivel trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound, before noticing that it was in front of him. The albino serval claws ripped through the bark of the tree, but like any other instance of travel, he was completely silent. As soon as he was near the noise, he realized that the treeline stopped here as the mountain grew taller, and so, he dropped out of the tree line. At this point he had been holding his breath, and his body forced him to breathe to take in oxygen, causing him to breathe heavily as he sucked in the needed air. His sapphire blue gaze noticed a familiar figure walking up the mountain, and he felt his throat swell and clench. He has been known to suffer from hallucinations before, but he hoped with his entire being that it truly was her. His appearance hadn't really changed all that much except that he was taller and missing some patches of fur on his right leg that had been broken by Illumi months ago. He seemed older that much was for certain. The former Snowbound deputy seemed to be a loss for words, not sure if the clouded leopard would have been able to hear him breathing so heavily. He was around 20ft behind her after all. "L...London?" Killua questioned cautiously, his usually emotionless blue eyes brimming with thousands of different emotions. Some emotions he had never felt before.
Killua blamed himself for the fall of Snowbound. Maybe he had received the ranks that he did simply because everyone trusted him to keep them safe. Killua had tried his best to do just that, but it was never enough. Animals got captured, they were injured, and he was unable to stop any of it but was still there to attempt to patch their wounds and get revenge on those that did such things. In the beginning, most of those that he came across didn't exactly like him all that much and Killua couldn't bring himself to care what other's thought of him. He came to Snowbound with the idea of starting a better life, but dropping everything that his family had taught him was extremely difficult for him to undo. It was nearly impossible, but certain faces helped make it a lot easier for him to get through. Over time, everyone in Snowbound grew used to his antics and didn't really let them bother them all that much, which was nice for Killua because it meant that they weren't scolding them. At this point, he still believed that most groups were naive and stupid and weren't willing to take the risks when it came to battle. To this day, Killua still wished that they weren't cowardly and would stand up for what they cared for instead of just taking constant beatings. The wildcat was more prone to violence than his clanmates, but he had his own reasons to be. He figured that most of those that were in Snowbound didn't know how to fight properly, and he still didn't offer to train any of them. A couple of weeks later he was made deputy of the group, which meant nothing to him as it was just a random title that was going to be given out to someone. He was just around a lot more than most of those that lived in Snowbound after all. The young male did little to nothing with his title and never held it over anyone's head like he planned on doing from the very beginning. The only reason he had been interested in clan and tribe ranks was that if he needed to you could pull the rank card and get away with certain actions.
That never came to be, as being a deputy never really mattered. From there, ranks were changed and Jacob became leader of the Snowbound. Looking back, Killua had to admit that the dog did a pretty good job, but was basically a pacifist, which Killua did not approve of and constantly butt heads with him. He was dropped from being deputy, which again he didn't really seem to care for anyway as he never bothered to create events or anything creative as he did not know how. However, during this time he was starting to establish relationships with a few faces. He was reunited with Stark a couple of months after joining Snowbound and seeing the male certainly brightened his mood immediately. Then there was London, a clouded leopard that had gotten attacked soon after his joining of Snowbound from a caracal that belonged to the Typhoon. He was there to beat the attacking along with the crow he never learned the name of. He made sure to patch London up once she realized that she had the disease of the blood that made her bleed out so quickly, and she apologized for being attacked which made no sense to Killua. Over time, her actions became more and more confusing to the wildcat, as he wasn't entirely sure how to react to them. There was a moment where two corpses laid at his feet, and the clouded leopard wanted nothing more to do but help him and apologize for not being there. Killua felt nothing but guilt after that moment, and she showed care for him while others avoided him. Melantha was close to the same group, albeit the cougar not being the type to show some affection. Mel cared for Killua in some way, and treated him like a friend, and Killua believed her to be one as well, but without any vocal confirmation, he wasn't sure if they were truly friends. London had even gone to the extent of crafting gloves for him to sleep with so that he wouldn't injure himself from his night terrors. Killua still had those gloves hidden away with the rest of his belongings in case he ever needed to conjure them. London was also one of the few animals that ever knew about his past, and wasn't intimidated or ever scared by his presence. Instead, she actually almost seemed to enjoy his presence regardless.
The assassin had nearly been in tears during his confession not wanting the female to get hurt because of him as he didn't know what extent his family would go to get him back and that she might be targetted. London did not miss a beat and again caught Killua by utter surprise by her response. It was at that moment on that they said that they were friends. The first time that Killua had ever exchanged that word with anyone. London meant a lot to Killua, and he would make sure to go through great lengths to make sure that she was okay and that no one hurt her. Eventually, his family found him during his time with Argus. His older brother and the massive beast attacking him to try and get him back. Around that time he didn't know the whereabouts with London and some other faces that he had come to know. His older brother ended up breaking his arm and leaving several gashes across his body. He was barely able to get away back to Snowbound. It was there that he was able to get patched up by Izuku and Mel. The damage was done, and he was immediately instilled with fear. He couldn't stay in Snowbound. His brother knew where he was and would stop at nothing to get his paws on him again. He had to leave. Killua never mentioned that he was going to leave, and left without saying goodbye. It was now that he was able to realize his mistake in doing so. Killua blamed himself for the destruction of Snowbound. Hell, he didn't even know how long ago that the place was even destroyed, and instead had to hear about it from Tena in Elysium. The former deputy didn't have a home to return to after recovering from Illumi's attack. Maybe if he had stayed there, Snowbound wouldn't have burned to the ground and everything would have been fine. Killua still did not have the knowledge of anyone that died in the fire and had no knowledge if his first friend had survived or not. The thought of her being dead crushed his heart, and occupied his mind for most of the day as he tried to figure out a way to redeem himself. Without those that he once knew, Killua felt like he was back to square one and his brother's interference had been worth to break down his mental state even further.
Killua refused to share these thoughts with anyone that was in Elysium, even Stark, as he did not feel like he knew them well enough. Besides, showing any concern or weakness was out of the question. So, to keep his mind from killing him, Killua often went out on patrols that usually never lead to anything and were somewhat empty. He kept to the edges of the territory where there were more trees, using his enhanced senses to listen for anything in the distance that did not belong. He had walked around the entire territory for today, and for once was tired. He wasn't sleeping either, and his current diet consisted of candy. Luckily his thick fur hid any sign of malnourishment. He was scaling up the side of the mountain using the trees when a noise caught his attention. Killua had to stop for a moment on the branch that he was on to listen and make sure it wasn't someone that he knew. So far since he lived here, there were no intruders and no conflict, which left him with almost nothing to do. He blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he listened closely to the pawsteps that he was hearing. When he lived in Snowbound, he had made it his job to memorize the pawsteps that his clanmates made so that he would be able to identify their approach and where they were located in the territory. As he listened, his entire body stilled, and he held his breath. His eyes slowly began to widen, as he would recognize those pawsteps anywhere. London. It had to be her. It couldn't be anyone else. His head immediately went on a swivel trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound, before noticing that it was in front of him. The albino serval claws ripped through the bark of the tree, but like any other instance of travel, he was completely silent. As soon as he was near the noise, he realized that the treeline stopped here as the mountain grew taller, and so, he dropped out of the tree line. At this point he had been holding his breath, and his body forced him to breathe to take in oxygen, causing him to breathe heavily as he sucked in the needed air. His sapphire blue gaze noticed a familiar figure walking up the mountain, and he felt his throat swell and clench. He has been known to suffer from hallucinations before, but he hoped with his entire being that it truly was her. His appearance hadn't really changed all that much except that he was taller and missing some patches of fur on his right leg that had been broken by Illumi months ago. He seemed older that much was for certain. The former Snowbound deputy seemed to be a loss for words, not sure if the clouded leopard would have been able to hear him breathing so heavily. He was around 20ft behind her after all. "L...London?" Killua questioned cautiously, his usually emotionless blue eyes brimming with thousands of different emotions. Some emotions he had never felt before.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO