04-27-2018, 09:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-27-2018, 09:13 PM by | KILLUA ZOLDYCK |.)
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(tldr, Killua fell down a ravine but was able to catch himself, so he has his claws impaled in the wall of the ravine and is kinda just hanging there debating his options. He opened up the wound on his shoulder, and his paws are bleeding bc his claws almost got ripped out)
He was strong. Killua had always prided himself as being the strongest in any group that he lived in. Just because he was small didn't mean that he couldn't hold his own against those that were bigger than him. That was practically what he was, as he always relied on speed before anything else to get the better of his opponents. Sure, he had brute strength that he would want to use if he was going up against the likes of a domestic cat thanks to that he was larger than most of them. But compared to a lion or tiger, he would have to have a different strategy. Thanks to the way that he was raised, his parents had made sure that he was going to be ready for any sort of situation that presented itself. Especially creatures and mythical beast that would think that they were safe based on the size that they were, when in reality it just made them a bigger target to make examples. Killua often wondered how other's would feel if they realized that he had killed dragon's and creatures that were bigger than that of a polar bear in his life. Would they think he was cool? Or would they look at him in fear like some of them currently did and try to get as far away from him as much as possible? Probably the last option, as he knew that most of the creatures that lived here weren't from the clans and had their own view of thinking. They would think of him as dangerous, and if he ever lost control it could mean that they would be in danger. They weren't wrong. He had already lost control once up to this point, there was bound to be another incident in the future for it to happen. There was a potential chance that they would probably rely on him a little bit too much, and when he wouldn't be around enough they would have no idea what to do with themselves. What if someone were to get attacked by someone? Would they be willing to try and defend them and actually fight potentially to the death? Or would they stand by waiting for him to come onto the scene? He knew a lot of the creatures that lived here were afraid of fighting, and he doubted that there was anything that he could do to be able to convince them. He technically was still deputy which meant that other's would probably think that he should basically be everywhere. Killua had never asked to be promoted, and the one that had been doing more of a job than he was would definitely be Jacob. The healer seemed to be everywhere since he had gotten back to the clan after the Typhoon had tortured him. He wasn't sure what to think about the canine exactly except for the factor that he was strange to the point that he couldn't exactly wrap his head around what went in the head of the healer.
He would have thought that Jacob would be slightly upset about what had happened, but from the sounds of it, he wanted nothing more than to get close to the group. While Killua wasn't exactly fond of going to such a place like that again while the white wolf was there practically waiting for him. She said that she wanted to help him and the voices that he constantly had in his head, but he doubted that she was capable of doing anything. Despite that, the wildcat didn't have much of a choice as he had no one that he would be willing to talk to about his problems either. He had to use the resources that were provided for him, and be able to get stronger to be able to face his brother. It was only a matter of time before the tiger found where he was, and gave him another beating of a lifetime. Killua wanted nothing more for the tiger just to leave him alone so that he could figure out how he actually wanted to live his life. He didn't want to be an assassin anymore, and if that lead to his family disowning him that would be fine with him. He didn't want to associate with them anymore, and it was better this way. Even if it just meant that he would have an open season opened on his life in the end. If he wasn't a Zoldyck anymore, it just meant that his family would have the go-ahead to try and kill him. Which three of his family members were more than capable of trying to kill him. His older brother has nearly accomplished that through several different methods of torture that Killua knew all too well. Getting stronger also meant that he had the potential to kill a Snowbounder all the easier. Sure, Stark was around to potentially stop him from doing something stupid, but the tiger couldn't always be around to help him. Besides, Killua was going to keep everything he could from the former clan leader so that he couldn't get to know him better. They cared about each other in a strange way, and he hoped that the other was going to have a great time staying in Snowbound. It was at least someone that he knew in the group for the time being. The assassin knew that it was dangerous for him to get stronger, but he didn't have a choice either. He needed to be able to take on the other clans that were bound to be at their doorsteps. He wouldn't let other's think of him as being weak just from one interaction with him. He would rip them to shreds before he would allow that to even remotely happen. Although, most of this anger was directed toward Guru who looked at him like he was some weak creature. Killua wanted nothing more than just to twist her neck to the point of breaking it just to see the fear in her eyes. It would give him some form of satisfaction, but it was difficult for him not to kill anyone. Especially when no one was particularly trying to stop him and didn't keep a close eye enough for him to stop him from doing something stupid. The deputy hadn't exactly been doing his job all that much as of late, but that was fine with him. He had other things on his mind right now, and too many creatures to keep track of that was living in the group right now.
Killua patrolled the entire territory during his free time that he wasn't training with himself. Over the past three weeks, he hadn't had that much sleep, in order to avoid his night terrors. His wounds, however, were healing nicely, and he was close to being able to take the stitches out that were on his body. Pure white bandages covering up the shame he felt whenever he looked at said wounds over and over again. He wanted to forget about what had happened. Killua blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he wasn't in the trees like he usually was. The albino serval had no reason to be when he was looking for any clues in the snow whether or not had someone had been in this area. Killua was toward more of the rocky area of the territory where he was walking, making it hard to see what laid underneath all of the snow. They hadn't had a blizzard in quite a while, not like snow really did anything for him except hide better. Which meant that most of the snow on the ground was fairly old and compacted. His lithe form easily stepping on the compacted snow, his paws acting slightly like snowshoes, but not as good compared to the likes of a cougar or a species that was perfect for the snow. Growing tired during the day, Killua decided to pick up his pace to that of a trot, his eyes directed forward while his large white ears were constantly on a swivel. Due to the increase in temperature of the territory though, just meant that the snow was starting to melt in certain areas. Killua stepped onto a patch of snow, and he didn't really have any time to react. "AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Killua yelled out in surprise as the snow that was underneath his paws disappeared in a matter of seconds. Killua knew that he could have used his teleportation to get out of a situation like this, but what if there was someone around? He couldn't allow anyone to discover that power just yet. Turns out, that a large patch of snow had covered a ravine that was created a long time ago in the territory. There was no way anyone could see toward the bottom of the ravine with how deep it was. Killua kept himself from panicking though as he stuck out one of his long limbs and was able to dig his claws into the side of the ravine. The serval felt his chest crash into the rock wall thanks to the momentum of his fall. His metal claws ripped away the earth as they struggled to stop him. Killua didn't feel the tendons as they were close to ripping though, as his claws had been surgically implanted compared to being born with the likes of them. The assassin managed to use his other arm and sank both of his front claws into the earth, before coming to a slow stop. He had fallen around halfway through the ravine before impaling himself using his claws into the wall. It was better than falling to his death. Killua eventually felt something sticky from his left shoulder, causing him to glance over at the area that was covered in bandages. Blood was dripping down his shoulder toward his back. He had ripped out the stitches in his left shoulder when he had used his left arm to catch himself. "Kuso." Killua growled, his voice echoing through the expanse of the ravine. What was he supposed to do now? Killua just stayed attached to the wall while he was bleeding, in annoyance that he had let his wound open up again when it had been so close to closing back up again. He flicked one of his large white ears, as he thought of a strategy that wouldn't get himself killed. Although he could hear voices in the distance, so teleportation was out of the question. Great. Just his damn luck.
He was strong. Killua had always prided himself as being the strongest in any group that he lived in. Just because he was small didn't mean that he couldn't hold his own against those that were bigger than him. That was practically what he was, as he always relied on speed before anything else to get the better of his opponents. Sure, he had brute strength that he would want to use if he was going up against the likes of a domestic cat thanks to that he was larger than most of them. But compared to a lion or tiger, he would have to have a different strategy. Thanks to the way that he was raised, his parents had made sure that he was going to be ready for any sort of situation that presented itself. Especially creatures and mythical beast that would think that they were safe based on the size that they were, when in reality it just made them a bigger target to make examples. Killua often wondered how other's would feel if they realized that he had killed dragon's and creatures that were bigger than that of a polar bear in his life. Would they think he was cool? Or would they look at him in fear like some of them currently did and try to get as far away from him as much as possible? Probably the last option, as he knew that most of the creatures that lived here weren't from the clans and had their own view of thinking. They would think of him as dangerous, and if he ever lost control it could mean that they would be in danger. They weren't wrong. He had already lost control once up to this point, there was bound to be another incident in the future for it to happen. There was a potential chance that they would probably rely on him a little bit too much, and when he wouldn't be around enough they would have no idea what to do with themselves. What if someone were to get attacked by someone? Would they be willing to try and defend them and actually fight potentially to the death? Or would they stand by waiting for him to come onto the scene? He knew a lot of the creatures that lived here were afraid of fighting, and he doubted that there was anything that he could do to be able to convince them. He technically was still deputy which meant that other's would probably think that he should basically be everywhere. Killua had never asked to be promoted, and the one that had been doing more of a job than he was would definitely be Jacob. The healer seemed to be everywhere since he had gotten back to the clan after the Typhoon had tortured him. He wasn't sure what to think about the canine exactly except for the factor that he was strange to the point that he couldn't exactly wrap his head around what went in the head of the healer.
He would have thought that Jacob would be slightly upset about what had happened, but from the sounds of it, he wanted nothing more than to get close to the group. While Killua wasn't exactly fond of going to such a place like that again while the white wolf was there practically waiting for him. She said that she wanted to help him and the voices that he constantly had in his head, but he doubted that she was capable of doing anything. Despite that, the wildcat didn't have much of a choice as he had no one that he would be willing to talk to about his problems either. He had to use the resources that were provided for him, and be able to get stronger to be able to face his brother. It was only a matter of time before the tiger found where he was, and gave him another beating of a lifetime. Killua wanted nothing more for the tiger just to leave him alone so that he could figure out how he actually wanted to live his life. He didn't want to be an assassin anymore, and if that lead to his family disowning him that would be fine with him. He didn't want to associate with them anymore, and it was better this way. Even if it just meant that he would have an open season opened on his life in the end. If he wasn't a Zoldyck anymore, it just meant that his family would have the go-ahead to try and kill him. Which three of his family members were more than capable of trying to kill him. His older brother has nearly accomplished that through several different methods of torture that Killua knew all too well. Getting stronger also meant that he had the potential to kill a Snowbounder all the easier. Sure, Stark was around to potentially stop him from doing something stupid, but the tiger couldn't always be around to help him. Besides, Killua was going to keep everything he could from the former clan leader so that he couldn't get to know him better. They cared about each other in a strange way, and he hoped that the other was going to have a great time staying in Snowbound. It was at least someone that he knew in the group for the time being. The assassin knew that it was dangerous for him to get stronger, but he didn't have a choice either. He needed to be able to take on the other clans that were bound to be at their doorsteps. He wouldn't let other's think of him as being weak just from one interaction with him. He would rip them to shreds before he would allow that to even remotely happen. Although, most of this anger was directed toward Guru who looked at him like he was some weak creature. Killua wanted nothing more than just to twist her neck to the point of breaking it just to see the fear in her eyes. It would give him some form of satisfaction, but it was difficult for him not to kill anyone. Especially when no one was particularly trying to stop him and didn't keep a close eye enough for him to stop him from doing something stupid. The deputy hadn't exactly been doing his job all that much as of late, but that was fine with him. He had other things on his mind right now, and too many creatures to keep track of that was living in the group right now.
Killua patrolled the entire territory during his free time that he wasn't training with himself. Over the past three weeks, he hadn't had that much sleep, in order to avoid his night terrors. His wounds, however, were healing nicely, and he was close to being able to take the stitches out that were on his body. Pure white bandages covering up the shame he felt whenever he looked at said wounds over and over again. He wanted to forget about what had happened. Killua blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he wasn't in the trees like he usually was. The albino serval had no reason to be when he was looking for any clues in the snow whether or not had someone had been in this area. Killua was toward more of the rocky area of the territory where he was walking, making it hard to see what laid underneath all of the snow. They hadn't had a blizzard in quite a while, not like snow really did anything for him except hide better. Which meant that most of the snow on the ground was fairly old and compacted. His lithe form easily stepping on the compacted snow, his paws acting slightly like snowshoes, but not as good compared to the likes of a cougar or a species that was perfect for the snow. Growing tired during the day, Killua decided to pick up his pace to that of a trot, his eyes directed forward while his large white ears were constantly on a swivel. Due to the increase in temperature of the territory though, just meant that the snow was starting to melt in certain areas. Killua stepped onto a patch of snow, and he didn't really have any time to react. "AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Killua yelled out in surprise as the snow that was underneath his paws disappeared in a matter of seconds. Killua knew that he could have used his teleportation to get out of a situation like this, but what if there was someone around? He couldn't allow anyone to discover that power just yet. Turns out, that a large patch of snow had covered a ravine that was created a long time ago in the territory. There was no way anyone could see toward the bottom of the ravine with how deep it was. Killua kept himself from panicking though as he stuck out one of his long limbs and was able to dig his claws into the side of the ravine. The serval felt his chest crash into the rock wall thanks to the momentum of his fall. His metal claws ripped away the earth as they struggled to stop him. Killua didn't feel the tendons as they were close to ripping though, as his claws had been surgically implanted compared to being born with the likes of them. The assassin managed to use his other arm and sank both of his front claws into the earth, before coming to a slow stop. He had fallen around halfway through the ravine before impaling himself using his claws into the wall. It was better than falling to his death. Killua eventually felt something sticky from his left shoulder, causing him to glance over at the area that was covered in bandages. Blood was dripping down his shoulder toward his back. He had ripped out the stitches in his left shoulder when he had used his left arm to catch himself. "Kuso." Killua growled, his voice echoing through the expanse of the ravine. What was he supposed to do now? Killua just stayed attached to the wall while he was bleeding, in annoyance that he had let his wound open up again when it had been so close to closing back up again. He flicked one of his large white ears, as he thought of a strategy that wouldn't get himself killed. Although he could hear voices in the distance, so teleportation was out of the question. Great. Just his damn luck.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO