04-27-2018, 04:07 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Learning how to hunt had never really been a priority for Killua while he was growing up. Sure, there were different factors that could say that he learned how to hunt at a young age, but did that pertain to someone that was a killer in the first place? He knew the clans taught their apprentices and their young fairly differently. Even to where some of them had special methods just to teach those that lived in the same environment that they did. There were even groups that taught their young at a very young age how to defend themselves. Killua thought that was a good method when it came to training someone that lived in a clan, but looking back at how miserable he was growing up, he realized that it probably wasn't for the best really in the long run. He didn't enjoy having to do anything but work and not having any fun while he was just a kitten, and having other groups teach their young at a young age wasn't the greatest method. Of course, it would eventually come out with amazing results, but the happiness that they should have felt by playing around and having no worries would have vanished. Just like what had happened to him in such a quick decision. Killua knew that some clans didn't even take training into remotely any sort of consideration. It was almost funny to watch as they were always confused as to whether or not they should train themselves to make them stronger, and wait too long before they were ultimately killed to really try and do anything. Clans sometimes had sparring sessions, which was great and all, but they never did any exercises that had one against at least two opponents. The clans rarely fought one on one with one another, and this could become an issue when they were faced with an actual battle. Killua had been trained at a very young age in a life or death situation, and it was in these situations that he was able to grow so much quicker because his life was on the line. The clans were too soft the majority of the time, not even remotely thinking about what would happen if they went at each other in a serious manner. They would realize how much progress they would go through if they actually wanted to hurt each other because they would be serious. He knows that others would complain that if they did that and a battle soon happened after that they would be weak. They could employ different tactics in order to avoid something like this, and they wouldn't run out of any herbs because so many animals were capable of conjuration. Killua was an avid fighter at a very young age and had seen death several times over the course of his short life. This meant that if he wanted to hunt something, he was going to make sure that he was successful. Failing a hunt wasn't something that was easy for the wildcat to do, as being a serval he had the highest catch rate of any other wildcat that actually existed. Serval's were extremely skilled when it came to hunting rodents and even birds. Capable of leaping to at least 10ft into the air made it easier for them to catch their prey, and their large ears made it impossible for anything to be quiet unless it wasn't moving. Killua could easily go out and catch anything really out on a hunt with ease, but it was extremely rare to see him hunt.
He had figured out easily over the course of time that hunting didn't really distract his mind. It was still killing something, and that usually brought unhappy memories for the young male in that regard. Killua didn't want to think about the methods that he used to kill on a daily basis. Thanks to his powers though, he didn't have to worry about hunting for himself as he could just as easily use his conjuration to simply conjure up a mouse every other day. Although recently he hadn't been eating like he should, so he was growing thinner and thinner by the day. It was impossible to see this transformation thanks to the density of his fur, the white fur covering his body fluffy enough that it was hard to see what his muscles and condition his body was actually either. One good thing though was that his wounds from around three weeks ago now were basically healed and he had no worries about if they weren't going to heal. The wounds weren't healed enough that he could remove the stitches, but maybe in a couple days, he could. Killua knew what it was like to be stubborn, and he had to say that the lion was being stubborn in all the wrong ways. He didn't think the only really knew what survival was basically at this point in time. The assassin had resorted back to some of his habits though, as he was perched on a branch that was above Jacob and the black lion, who he couldn't quite remember the name of but it would come back to him sooner or later. His air elementals made it impossible to catch his cent and almost impossible for something that didn't have good hearing to even hear his paws when he had leaped from branch to branch. A bored look was spread across his features as he looked at the kind nature that Jacob always seemed to regard others with. Killua wasn't jealous of course as he didn't know much about the male, but he didn't dislike Jacob in the slightest. He just thought that he was an idiot sometimes and that was that. He flicked one of his large white ears as he rolled his eyes at the lions words. "I don't think that attitude of yours will likely keep you alive for very long." Killua stated, albeit rudely. The young apprentice hadn't said anything rude to really anyone as of late, and it may strike other's as strange. Not his fault, he was exhausted and hadn't been sleeping thanks to his nightmares, so he had just decided that not sleeping was the best option for him. "If you can't hunt properly you'll probably die, and don't blame us even if we decide to offer food if you want to get yourself killed." It was the hard truth, and Killua wasn't upset to admit that. The other was either going to accept his help or starve. Unless Izuku decided to give the old man something to eat than the other would survive. But the maine coon was only capable of catching something so large. A neutral look spread across the assassin's face as he was laying on the tree branch, and wondered how the other would react to his words.
He had figured out easily over the course of time that hunting didn't really distract his mind. It was still killing something, and that usually brought unhappy memories for the young male in that regard. Killua didn't want to think about the methods that he used to kill on a daily basis. Thanks to his powers though, he didn't have to worry about hunting for himself as he could just as easily use his conjuration to simply conjure up a mouse every other day. Although recently he hadn't been eating like he should, so he was growing thinner and thinner by the day. It was impossible to see this transformation thanks to the density of his fur, the white fur covering his body fluffy enough that it was hard to see what his muscles and condition his body was actually either. One good thing though was that his wounds from around three weeks ago now were basically healed and he had no worries about if they weren't going to heal. The wounds weren't healed enough that he could remove the stitches, but maybe in a couple days, he could. Killua knew what it was like to be stubborn, and he had to say that the lion was being stubborn in all the wrong ways. He didn't think the only really knew what survival was basically at this point in time. The assassin had resorted back to some of his habits though, as he was perched on a branch that was above Jacob and the black lion, who he couldn't quite remember the name of but it would come back to him sooner or later. His air elementals made it impossible to catch his cent and almost impossible for something that didn't have good hearing to even hear his paws when he had leaped from branch to branch. A bored look was spread across his features as he looked at the kind nature that Jacob always seemed to regard others with. Killua wasn't jealous of course as he didn't know much about the male, but he didn't dislike Jacob in the slightest. He just thought that he was an idiot sometimes and that was that. He flicked one of his large white ears as he rolled his eyes at the lions words. "I don't think that attitude of yours will likely keep you alive for very long." Killua stated, albeit rudely. The young apprentice hadn't said anything rude to really anyone as of late, and it may strike other's as strange. Not his fault, he was exhausted and hadn't been sleeping thanks to his nightmares, so he had just decided that not sleeping was the best option for him. "If you can't hunt properly you'll probably die, and don't blame us even if we decide to offer food if you want to get yourself killed." It was the hard truth, and Killua wasn't upset to admit that. The other was either going to accept his help or starve. Unless Izuku decided to give the old man something to eat than the other would survive. But the maine coon was only capable of catching something so large. A neutral look spread across the assassin's face as he was laying on the tree branch, and wondered how the other would react to his words.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO