06-21-2019, 11:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2019, 11:17 PM by | KILLUA ZOLDYCK |.)
[align=center]
[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
.
The feeling of loneliness was always crushing. It was what he felt when he was just a kit in the mansion that his family resided in. The feeling wasn't immediate, because he loved his family. He enjoyed training with his older brother and talking with his father. His mother was a little bit grating in the way that she talked, but it was bearable as long as he wasn't stuck talking to her for hours. The albino serval became lonely when he realized that he didn't want to stay with his family anymore. He was still young when the feelings started to blossom in his mind, which one may consider being odd considering how much he had with his family. They had butlers that would move to their every whim, they had those that tried to kill them on a daily basis that were just target practice, they had animals that he could interact with which were their guard dogs. There were plenty of other things that he could be doing, such as playing with his siblings. However, they never really got along after it was revealed that he was going to be the heir of the family business rather than the rest of his older brothers who thought they were going to hold the title and inheritance. The assassin didn't want the family business, and there were several faces that knew this now. More often than not, he found himself just staying in his room messing with his yo-yo's or eating the candy that was brought to him. He could always talk to the butlers, they were trained to just agree with everything that they said and most were afraid of him. The conversation would probably end up with Killua annoyed and telling the butler to go away or simply killing them, meaning that he would be scolded by his father because they would have to hire and train another. The wildcat needed something to do, but when he wasn't allowed outside of the estate meant that there was really nothing he could do. Days passed as he was stuck between just sitting in his room and going to training with his older brother. He was pretty sure that a part of his brain had died of boredom during that time and it started to drive him crazy. Eventually, he was finally given jobs that were outside of the estate where he could make a profit for his family. It was finally while he was in the clans where he had jobs to kill their higher ranks that he realized he could be so much more. He never needed to be a killer. What his family did was not normal. Despite all of this, Killua did love his family. He did not wish them any ill will, because it was what his father had planned for them.
However, he did still wish that his family would just leave him alone and honor his wishes. If they wanted someone that wanted to be heir they should just choose one of his other brothers. Probably Illumi, not Milluki since he was just obsessed with computers and nothing else. The young male was still not used to those that were wanting to help him. He was far too used to just working things out by himself and never asking for help. Yet, there were several faces that would offer their help without a moments notice, even if they had no idea who they were. In the clan that he lived in before Snowbound, he was seriously injured by his older brother, more than he had been previous times. His brother dumped him on another clans borders, leaving him there to die, and yet the residents of the clans that knew him to be a common visitor came to his rescue and kept him from dying. Killua didn't quite understand why the clan was so ready to use their herb supply on him when there was a chance that it would be wasted if he were to die. All of them stated that they wanted to take care of him, and he remembered the medic at the time saying that they didn't want anyone dying on their borders when they could help. Were all medics like this? Jacob was very similar in the way that his morals were set. He had also learned this from Circusclown, as he had come across an injured apprentice that was on the verge of death and had been about to put him out of his misery. Circusclown stopped him, saying that it wasn't his decision whether or not it was the apprentice's time to go. It took several moments of realization for Killua to fully understand his words, before finally offering to help as he was his own medic after all. The wildcat had grown from that point, and now he would be more than willing to help a strange in need if they landed on the border of the tribe or clan that he was with. Life was precious after all, and they needed to keep living in order to enjoy it and to keep the memory of those that were lost. It might be fate that Killua had come across those that were willing to teach him life lessons. Maybe they were more willing because to them he was just a normal child that had a lot of things to learn, things that should have been taught to him a long time ago. The assassin would remember anyone that had a major impact on his life and make sure to remember their faces at all costs. Killua also knew that there was a chance that if his family did capture him, it would be easy for them to wipe his memory of all that he had. He would never remember his friends, those that he considered being his new family, and more. The thought of losing such precious memories nearly brought a shiver down his spine, but after stifling the fear that he constantly had all this time, he made sure that it wouldn't show outwardly so other's wouldn't worry about the action.
Now that he thought about it, he didn't know anything about London's past. Except that it probably wasn't the best whenever she thought back to it. So, Killua had never really needed to know and never asked about it before. When he heard that she was there to tie loose ends, Killua's mind immediately went to the dark business that he used to partake in. At least, that's what he was used to the phrase meaning, but he was fairly confident that she didn't go back to her old home to kill someone. Killua knew what it was like to kill someone to tie loose ends, and most of the time it made him relieved and felt like a chip off of his shoulder. Maybe she felt the same way, but without the violence. Killua wasn't going to ask what her home was like, and instead just offered a small nod of his head toward the albino clouded leopard in understanding. In response to saying that she wasn't attacked on the way here, a relieved sigh escaped his jaws and he seemed to relax considerably. He didn't want to have to go out and threaten someone for hurting his friend, especially since a scratch was almost enough to kill her. "That's a relief to hear. Elysium is pretty peaceful, but I'm not entirely sure the surrounding groups are really all that nice." Killua would state with a huff. Warbound groups were all the same, and they were all just as annoying. He didn't have any grudges against them as he did with the Typhoon, but he refused to go visit the Typhoon for the time being. A grin reappeared on his jaws at the mention of her wanting to take a look at the observatory. He had been in it once himself when the Ascendants were still around, and it certainly looked different than it was back then. "I don't think anyone really uses it, but I'm pretty sure we'd be able to figure out a way to get it up and running." Killua stated confidently. If he remembered correctly, the observatory had a generator that kept all of the lights on. A decent jump of electricity should be enough to spark the place back up life again, at least for him. The last question that London asked probably would have been enough to cause someone to stiffen, but all that changed in Killua's body language was that his grin seemed to falter, and his left paw glanced over his right arm where there were patches of fur still missing due to the scar tissue. "Been pretty fine so far, if boring as nothing really goes on in this place. Stark is also around if you remember the old man! He's around here somewhere. I... uh ran into my brother a couple of months ago, although I don't know where he is now. Honestly not much has really happened, mostly just trying to find something to do." Killua lied and talked in a casual manner while keeping the grin on his face. He was far from fine, mentally and physically. He mentioned his brother offhandedly, hoping that London didn't remember the horrors he talked about when he did mention him when he confessed his past. He certainly wasn't fine if the last time he slept was almost a week ago.
However, he did still wish that his family would just leave him alone and honor his wishes. If they wanted someone that wanted to be heir they should just choose one of his other brothers. Probably Illumi, not Milluki since he was just obsessed with computers and nothing else. The young male was still not used to those that were wanting to help him. He was far too used to just working things out by himself and never asking for help. Yet, there were several faces that would offer their help without a moments notice, even if they had no idea who they were. In the clan that he lived in before Snowbound, he was seriously injured by his older brother, more than he had been previous times. His brother dumped him on another clans borders, leaving him there to die, and yet the residents of the clans that knew him to be a common visitor came to his rescue and kept him from dying. Killua didn't quite understand why the clan was so ready to use their herb supply on him when there was a chance that it would be wasted if he were to die. All of them stated that they wanted to take care of him, and he remembered the medic at the time saying that they didn't want anyone dying on their borders when they could help. Were all medics like this? Jacob was very similar in the way that his morals were set. He had also learned this from Circusclown, as he had come across an injured apprentice that was on the verge of death and had been about to put him out of his misery. Circusclown stopped him, saying that it wasn't his decision whether or not it was the apprentice's time to go. It took several moments of realization for Killua to fully understand his words, before finally offering to help as he was his own medic after all. The wildcat had grown from that point, and now he would be more than willing to help a strange in need if they landed on the border of the tribe or clan that he was with. Life was precious after all, and they needed to keep living in order to enjoy it and to keep the memory of those that were lost. It might be fate that Killua had come across those that were willing to teach him life lessons. Maybe they were more willing because to them he was just a normal child that had a lot of things to learn, things that should have been taught to him a long time ago. The assassin would remember anyone that had a major impact on his life and make sure to remember their faces at all costs. Killua also knew that there was a chance that if his family did capture him, it would be easy for them to wipe his memory of all that he had. He would never remember his friends, those that he considered being his new family, and more. The thought of losing such precious memories nearly brought a shiver down his spine, but after stifling the fear that he constantly had all this time, he made sure that it wouldn't show outwardly so other's wouldn't worry about the action.
Now that he thought about it, he didn't know anything about London's past. Except that it probably wasn't the best whenever she thought back to it. So, Killua had never really needed to know and never asked about it before. When he heard that she was there to tie loose ends, Killua's mind immediately went to the dark business that he used to partake in. At least, that's what he was used to the phrase meaning, but he was fairly confident that she didn't go back to her old home to kill someone. Killua knew what it was like to kill someone to tie loose ends, and most of the time it made him relieved and felt like a chip off of his shoulder. Maybe she felt the same way, but without the violence. Killua wasn't going to ask what her home was like, and instead just offered a small nod of his head toward the albino clouded leopard in understanding. In response to saying that she wasn't attacked on the way here, a relieved sigh escaped his jaws and he seemed to relax considerably. He didn't want to have to go out and threaten someone for hurting his friend, especially since a scratch was almost enough to kill her. "That's a relief to hear. Elysium is pretty peaceful, but I'm not entirely sure the surrounding groups are really all that nice." Killua would state with a huff. Warbound groups were all the same, and they were all just as annoying. He didn't have any grudges against them as he did with the Typhoon, but he refused to go visit the Typhoon for the time being. A grin reappeared on his jaws at the mention of her wanting to take a look at the observatory. He had been in it once himself when the Ascendants were still around, and it certainly looked different than it was back then. "I don't think anyone really uses it, but I'm pretty sure we'd be able to figure out a way to get it up and running." Killua stated confidently. If he remembered correctly, the observatory had a generator that kept all of the lights on. A decent jump of electricity should be enough to spark the place back up life again, at least for him. The last question that London asked probably would have been enough to cause someone to stiffen, but all that changed in Killua's body language was that his grin seemed to falter, and his left paw glanced over his right arm where there were patches of fur still missing due to the scar tissue. "Been pretty fine so far, if boring as nothing really goes on in this place. Stark is also around if you remember the old man! He's around here somewhere. I... uh ran into my brother a couple of months ago, although I don't know where he is now. Honestly not much has really happened, mostly just trying to find something to do." Killua lied and talked in a casual manner while keeping the grin on his face. He was far from fine, mentally and physically. He mentioned his brother offhandedly, hoping that London didn't remember the horrors he talked about when he did mention him when he confessed his past. He certainly wasn't fine if the last time he slept was almost a week ago.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
[sub]template © olivan
[/sub]
[/sub]
Tags | Updated 05/13/19:
![[Image: dc6hpb7-713ad103-a18c-4eca-959a-6cb0bf60...6bROF-_N5s]](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/4cfe5665-9d83-4faf-840b-0a0b273146ca/dc6hpb7-713ad103-a18c-4eca-959a-6cb0bf60e66d.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzRjZmU1NjY1LTlkODMtNGZhZi04NDBiLTBhMGIyNzMxNDZjYVwvZGM2aHBiNy03MTNhZDEwMy1hMThjLTRlY2EtOTU5YS02Y2IwYmY2MGU2NmQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Yi4cr43QhEm2vQrcp5vhK_31-3e5niRd86bROF-_N5s)
ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
-------------------
albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO