06-21-2019, 05:17 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Physical contact was a new development for the albino serval. He seemed to be more open to it, although he usually avoided it in public if he could. The first time that Stark arrived in Elysium, Killua was so glad to see his father figure alive that he couldn't help but hug the man. Of course, the man was somewhat startled since Killua didn't say anything when he jumped on him. The wildcat probably should have warned him what he was going to try and do, but he had simply forgotten and got lost in the moment. The physical contact that he was used to feeling resulted with him getting severely injured. It was all that he came to know. The numerous scars that covered his body showed exactly the tortures that his family had put them through, never receiving a scar from the likes of a clanner or tribe member either. In the beginning, he thought that all the groups were weak and were nothing to them, but instead, he learned that they could teach him important values and not all of them were the same either. The assassin thought about what it was like to hug others, as the last time he hugged someone was probably Amorette. His sister had given him a hug after he had woken up from a night terror and came across him in tears in the middle of the territory. Killua was too emotionally distraught to think about what his body did, but he was really glad that he did. It was strange to feel any sort of warmth against his body. Since he was just a kitten, his body had been fairly cold compared to that of a regular mammal. His air elementals were under his control, yes, but it was exhausting to constantly have to monitor them, so Killua simply let his air elementals do whatever they wanted so that he wouldn't have to. This resulted in the air in his vicinity to become increasingly colder as he grew up. Maybe it was a response from his mind trying to push anyone from getting close to him. Those that he came to befriend were not judgemental of his cold skin if they ever got a chance to touch his body anyway. The assassin kept his distance from those that h didn't know, and didn't dare physically touch them unless he needed to, such as saving their life. He remembered grabbing a lion that had fallen in the lake in Snowbound and teleported him to safety. Every instance of physical contact up to recently had simply felt wrong and always would cause him to flinch. That response has not completely disappeared from his mind, but it has settled somewhat as to not completely control his reactions. Killua often wondered what his mother and father would think of him if they saw him now. Would they disappointed in their son? Most likely. But why did he get the feeling that his father would be proud of him? He didn't betray his friend like his family constantly taught him that he would, and he didn't kill her either. Despite the happy moment that they were going through, the albino serval could feel the ghost of pain on his forehead and a presence in the back of his mind. Killua knew that it was his brother's influence, and his influence had also caused his body to start shivering slightly as if he was cold, which he never was. He'd fight his brother again if he made an appearance. He would protect London with his life if he had to.
Another fear had slithered its way into his brain at the thought that he may just one day end London's life and there would be nothing he could do about it. He remembered having his night terror where he did indeed kill London, and it was one of the worst nightmares he ever had. It made him remember that there was almost no escape from what it was as long as his brother was determined to find him and drag him back to the family. He was going to eventually need to come up with a plan, and maybe there was a chance he could train London. But, his brother commonly used poisoned items if he was going to end up killing someone, and unless they made an antidote, which again was impossible as he changed his poisons too many times for each job, the effects may take far too long to take effect and keep London from dying. If his brother managed to gain influence on his body again like he did the time where London found him around the two corpses of the innocent animals that he had slaughtered, Killua wasn't sure if he would be able to snap out of it. However, he did remember when London spoke to him, he was knocked out of his trance for a small moment as she apologized for not being there to help him at all. The guilt was enough to allow him some control as he walked away from the scene, and slightly after he came to the full realization of what he had done. The trauma he had caused Ivylee. The fear that the others would have of him. The clans and tribes always surprised him, as those that came across the gruesome scene, only felt the need to help Killua and his injuries that he inflicted himself. There was a threat right under their noses and yet they continued to treat him like he was one of them. It went against all logic. Killua had guessed by now that logic wasn't the main reason why the groups acted the way that they did. For now, he was probably safe. His brother's failed attempt at capturing him while he was with Argus would certainly be a small blow to the tiger's pride. Besides, the large wildcat would have to go report back to the family and more than likely take up a couple of jobs to keep the family business working while the heir was away. This would give the albino serval a little bit more time to get back to his training. Without any battles that were around Elysium, he felt as if he was growing rusty in his fighting skills. No one would probably be willing to spar with him, and he didn't necessarily blame them. Most of the times in the groups that he took shelter in, he was considered to be one of the strongest fighters that they had to offer. How long would the peace last though? Usually not long before groups poked their heads in business that didn't pertain to them.
Feeling the albino clouded leopard reciprocate his hug caused him to relax a little bit. He slowed the breathing that had just been moments before became ragged. It was almost an odd feeling, as it had been when he hugged Stark. He could feel her head on his shoulder, and god he was just glad that she was safe. The albino wildcat enjoyed the warmth that her body offered, although it still felt strange to feel in the first place. Hearing her speak again, Killua couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape from his jaws and rumble in his chest. Before he answered, he undid the hug that entwined the two, setting his paws back down on the rocky ground. The hug was short, but there was plenty of meaning and emotion that was behind the gesture that was incredibly rare for the wildcat. The grin he had on his face turned to a neutral expression when he began to speak again. "Where did you go?" He wasn't accusing her, and he wasn't upset with her disappearance. In fact, his tone almost sounded curious. Killua would never explain that he didn't even look for his friend when he was fleeing the area, simply out of fear that if he strayed from his path that he would come across his brother again. Killua also was concerned about how long London had been safe while he wasn't around if she hadn't been injured. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to glance across her body to check for any injuries or scars that were not here before. He didn't see any. Killua remembered staying in some abandoned human structures several miles away from where they were now, a several day journey. "How have you been? I hope you didn't run into any trouble on your way here, the Typhoon still exists sadly." Killua had so many questions. How many months has it been? Both of them had obviously grown somewhat, and he wondered if there were any happy moments she experienced while on her own. A small grin spread across his face as his short tail swayed behind him. "Oh, you probably don't recognize this territory. This place is called Elysium, and its a mixture of the Ascendants territory and a group that was around when we left. So they still have the observatory if you still like looking at the stars." Killua knew the moment that he landed on Elysium ground that he wanted to gather as much information as possible. He did not have any idea that London knew what had happened to Snowbound, and refrained from telling her the tragic news if he could. He guessed that London would be confused as to what happened to the clans and tribes in the area as he had been. Now that he had most of the answers, he would be more than willing to answer her questions.
Another fear had slithered its way into his brain at the thought that he may just one day end London's life and there would be nothing he could do about it. He remembered having his night terror where he did indeed kill London, and it was one of the worst nightmares he ever had. It made him remember that there was almost no escape from what it was as long as his brother was determined to find him and drag him back to the family. He was going to eventually need to come up with a plan, and maybe there was a chance he could train London. But, his brother commonly used poisoned items if he was going to end up killing someone, and unless they made an antidote, which again was impossible as he changed his poisons too many times for each job, the effects may take far too long to take effect and keep London from dying. If his brother managed to gain influence on his body again like he did the time where London found him around the two corpses of the innocent animals that he had slaughtered, Killua wasn't sure if he would be able to snap out of it. However, he did remember when London spoke to him, he was knocked out of his trance for a small moment as she apologized for not being there to help him at all. The guilt was enough to allow him some control as he walked away from the scene, and slightly after he came to the full realization of what he had done. The trauma he had caused Ivylee. The fear that the others would have of him. The clans and tribes always surprised him, as those that came across the gruesome scene, only felt the need to help Killua and his injuries that he inflicted himself. There was a threat right under their noses and yet they continued to treat him like he was one of them. It went against all logic. Killua had guessed by now that logic wasn't the main reason why the groups acted the way that they did. For now, he was probably safe. His brother's failed attempt at capturing him while he was with Argus would certainly be a small blow to the tiger's pride. Besides, the large wildcat would have to go report back to the family and more than likely take up a couple of jobs to keep the family business working while the heir was away. This would give the albino serval a little bit more time to get back to his training. Without any battles that were around Elysium, he felt as if he was growing rusty in his fighting skills. No one would probably be willing to spar with him, and he didn't necessarily blame them. Most of the times in the groups that he took shelter in, he was considered to be one of the strongest fighters that they had to offer. How long would the peace last though? Usually not long before groups poked their heads in business that didn't pertain to them.
Feeling the albino clouded leopard reciprocate his hug caused him to relax a little bit. He slowed the breathing that had just been moments before became ragged. It was almost an odd feeling, as it had been when he hugged Stark. He could feel her head on his shoulder, and god he was just glad that she was safe. The albino wildcat enjoyed the warmth that her body offered, although it still felt strange to feel in the first place. Hearing her speak again, Killua couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape from his jaws and rumble in his chest. Before he answered, he undid the hug that entwined the two, setting his paws back down on the rocky ground. The hug was short, but there was plenty of meaning and emotion that was behind the gesture that was incredibly rare for the wildcat. The grin he had on his face turned to a neutral expression when he began to speak again. "Where did you go?" He wasn't accusing her, and he wasn't upset with her disappearance. In fact, his tone almost sounded curious. Killua would never explain that he didn't even look for his friend when he was fleeing the area, simply out of fear that if he strayed from his path that he would come across his brother again. Killua also was concerned about how long London had been safe while he wasn't around if she hadn't been injured. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to glance across her body to check for any injuries or scars that were not here before. He didn't see any. Killua remembered staying in some abandoned human structures several miles away from where they were now, a several day journey. "How have you been? I hope you didn't run into any trouble on your way here, the Typhoon still exists sadly." Killua had so many questions. How many months has it been? Both of them had obviously grown somewhat, and he wondered if there were any happy moments she experienced while on her own. A small grin spread across his face as his short tail swayed behind him. "Oh, you probably don't recognize this territory. This place is called Elysium, and its a mixture of the Ascendants territory and a group that was around when we left. So they still have the observatory if you still like looking at the stars." Killua knew the moment that he landed on Elysium ground that he wanted to gather as much information as possible. He did not have any idea that London knew what had happened to Snowbound, and refrained from telling her the tragic news if he could. He guessed that London would be confused as to what happened to the clans and tribes in the area as he had been. Now that he had most of the answers, he would be more than willing to answer her questions.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO