05-01-2018, 02:03 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Injuries came and went, all the time, to the point where Killua could barely remember how many times that he's been injured. Practically when he was around as a kitten, he was injured from the very beginning and that didn't stop with the rest of his training. When it came to the clans, injuries eemed to be less frequent in smaller groups, but wounds and injuries would still pop up here and there. Which wasn't really a concern with the groups because they almost always seemed to have ample amounts of herbs and healing supplies to be able to help those that were actually in need. When Killua had decided to join the group he hadn't really bothered in figuring out what healing herbs did what, as he had his own method when it came to healing his own wounds. Killua probably ended up having the best teacher that anyone could ask for to learn about how to heal himself. Illumi was the one that had managed to practically teach him everything that he knows, and the quickest way to deal with areas that were attacked that were really delicate. It was rare for Killua to get injured on a job when he was task to take out a target one day. Most of the time it would just end up with him killing his target and then he would sneak away from the area before anyone could really end up noticing. There was no reason for an assassin to try and stick around and pick a fight with those that he would end up killing but wouldn't end up getting paid for it. A majority of the time, his family didn't kill out of the pleasure of simply killing others. If they weren't going to get paid in some shape or form, then it was entirely useless to offer up their services, which weren't exactly cheap either. Killua did get injured in the field though when he was tasked with taking out more than one opponent, usually consisting of large groups that someone had paid him to eradicate from the area. A simple task most of the time, but taking on too many opponents could even prove too much for him at times. Killua had to be careful with battles he ended up taking during his life, and he had lost count how many times someone had run their claws through his skin. How many times someone drove a knife into his body. Those were feelings that rarely affected Killua anymore when it came to pain. He was numb after all, and it only seemed like the pain that he inflicted on himself usually ended up working to make him even remotely feel anything. Almost three weeks ago Killua had faked the injuries that he did end up getting. Carving into his own flesh with his claws around his shoulder and his right side. Which there were already scars in those areas, but he had refused to let anyone treat him out of the regard that she refused to let those that lived in this clan know anything about him physically. They could easily use something like that against him if he wasn't careful enough, and he was always careful. Injuries did little to phase him anymore unless one of his limbs were broken then he would probably give some sort of reaction to that.
Killua usually patched himself up using stitches, gauze, and other antibiotics in case he was worried if the wound would get infected. He wasn't lazy when it came to fixing his injuries, because he knew if he did it would just cause more of a headache for him so he made sure to get it right the first time and not mess up. Killua was basically his own medic so he felt no need to ask Jacob for any sort of assistance if he ever got injured. Which happens quite a lot especially if he creates the wounds himself. The other was probably frustrated with him when he didn't bother to allow him to see his wounds, and that was fine with him. He didn't care about what the other thought of him anyway. Killua had treated a couple injuries while Jacob wasn't around, such as when London had gotten injured by a Typhoon member a couple weeks ago. Or was it almost a month ago? Time almost seems to blur together nowadays. So, when he had traveled to the Typhoon to try and talk to Argus about a question that he had, he didn't expect to find the female injured. The white wolf being someone that his brother tried his hardest to try and keep him away from her by inputting fear into his mind. The other was bleeding pretty badly, and she had some strange mark on her shoulder. Killua wasn't sure if the other would let him heal her, but it wasn't like it mattered. He didn't know how much blood she had ended up losing and how long she had those wounds. He had forced her to listen to him, and he wasn't going to let her move another inch without stitching herself up. Even if it was just something that was temporary and the canine could have just as easily ripped out the stitches once he had decided to leave. Being around the Typhoon left a bad taste in his mouth, but Argus had been willing to try and help him with his family. Which he desperately needed at this point but wasn't willing to ask for any sort of help. A new development had happened since the last time Argus had made her appearance on the border with Guru in tow along with Pincher. Killua didn't care about that moment anymore, as he had more pressing matters now. He had made his friend. It was almost as strange for him to even talk about it now. He honestly wasn't sure what to think about what he should do now. For the first time in his life, he had revealed to someone what he was. Not lying about who he was and what he was capable of. The time that he had killed two animals on the border when they had been completely innocent. And yet, despite how threatening he was, the female didn't even remotely care about something like that. It was clear to Killua that she also had a troubled past like most creatures did, and that they would end up needing each other in the future. London became his first friend, and he couldn't ask for anyone more understanding than her. Even if she was a terrible fighter and shouldn't be one, he felt like he could help her in some regard. Just because he did like Argus a little bit though, didn't mean that he liked all of Typhoon. She was currently an ally out of consideration that she was trying to help him. He didn't have complete trust in the large canine. With his own wounds having healed up already, Killua was in a pretty great mood right. Sure there was the voice in the back of his head but he decided to ignore it. The albino serval had a lollipop that was in his mouth, having gone back to eating candy finally.
He had stopped eating candy during the time that he was depressed and confused, but now that he had a friend he didn't see any need to start destroying himself. He was leaping from branch to branch, and this time he wasn't alone. Instead, he had an albino black mamba that was wrapped around his neck. Koru hadn't been outside of the cave in a while, and Killua felt like it was due time that the other got some fresh air. While he was leaping from tree to tree, the serval caught a familiar scent on the wind. Argus? What did she want? Wait. What she was doing traveling?! A scowl formed on his facial features as he made his way toward that direction, and arrived on a tree branch directly above the group. The large ears that were on the top of his head perked as he listened in on their conversation, his air elementals doing their job. What Killua hadn't expected though, was for Argus to come and say he wanted to say thank you to him for healing her wounds. This made Killua hesitate to reveal himself since he wasn't talking right now. This was twice now someone wanted to say thank you to him and he wasn't entirely sure how to react. Killua flicked one of his ears before ignoring the strange feeling in his chest as he let himself fall down from the tree, landing almost gracefully on his paws on the snow below. He was to the left of Argus when he allowed his presence to be known, and he looked about ready to scold the female. "Well you can thank me by putting the damn bandages I put on your back. What are you thinking about moving in your condition anyway? You could get your wound infected." Killua stated as he pointed with one of his white paws toward the other's throat and shoulder. He had put bandages on her for a reason. Despite the way he talked though, there was obviously something different in the way his eyes shined. He had found someone. He had found something that he had been looking for, for a very long time. To get his point across though, Killua moved his paw and conjured up a roll of bandages, as if threatening to dress her wounds agian. After all they were still fresh. Compared to her though, his bandages were gone, and his wounds had completely healed. And his eyes held little to no malice behind them.
Killua usually patched himself up using stitches, gauze, and other antibiotics in case he was worried if the wound would get infected. He wasn't lazy when it came to fixing his injuries, because he knew if he did it would just cause more of a headache for him so he made sure to get it right the first time and not mess up. Killua was basically his own medic so he felt no need to ask Jacob for any sort of assistance if he ever got injured. Which happens quite a lot especially if he creates the wounds himself. The other was probably frustrated with him when he didn't bother to allow him to see his wounds, and that was fine with him. He didn't care about what the other thought of him anyway. Killua had treated a couple injuries while Jacob wasn't around, such as when London had gotten injured by a Typhoon member a couple weeks ago. Or was it almost a month ago? Time almost seems to blur together nowadays. So, when he had traveled to the Typhoon to try and talk to Argus about a question that he had, he didn't expect to find the female injured. The white wolf being someone that his brother tried his hardest to try and keep him away from her by inputting fear into his mind. The other was bleeding pretty badly, and she had some strange mark on her shoulder. Killua wasn't sure if the other would let him heal her, but it wasn't like it mattered. He didn't know how much blood she had ended up losing and how long she had those wounds. He had forced her to listen to him, and he wasn't going to let her move another inch without stitching herself up. Even if it was just something that was temporary and the canine could have just as easily ripped out the stitches once he had decided to leave. Being around the Typhoon left a bad taste in his mouth, but Argus had been willing to try and help him with his family. Which he desperately needed at this point but wasn't willing to ask for any sort of help. A new development had happened since the last time Argus had made her appearance on the border with Guru in tow along with Pincher. Killua didn't care about that moment anymore, as he had more pressing matters now. He had made his friend. It was almost as strange for him to even talk about it now. He honestly wasn't sure what to think about what he should do now. For the first time in his life, he had revealed to someone what he was. Not lying about who he was and what he was capable of. The time that he had killed two animals on the border when they had been completely innocent. And yet, despite how threatening he was, the female didn't even remotely care about something like that. It was clear to Killua that she also had a troubled past like most creatures did, and that they would end up needing each other in the future. London became his first friend, and he couldn't ask for anyone more understanding than her. Even if she was a terrible fighter and shouldn't be one, he felt like he could help her in some regard. Just because he did like Argus a little bit though, didn't mean that he liked all of Typhoon. She was currently an ally out of consideration that she was trying to help him. He didn't have complete trust in the large canine. With his own wounds having healed up already, Killua was in a pretty great mood right. Sure there was the voice in the back of his head but he decided to ignore it. The albino serval had a lollipop that was in his mouth, having gone back to eating candy finally.
He had stopped eating candy during the time that he was depressed and confused, but now that he had a friend he didn't see any need to start destroying himself. He was leaping from branch to branch, and this time he wasn't alone. Instead, he had an albino black mamba that was wrapped around his neck. Koru hadn't been outside of the cave in a while, and Killua felt like it was due time that the other got some fresh air. While he was leaping from tree to tree, the serval caught a familiar scent on the wind. Argus? What did she want? Wait. What she was doing traveling?! A scowl formed on his facial features as he made his way toward that direction, and arrived on a tree branch directly above the group. The large ears that were on the top of his head perked as he listened in on their conversation, his air elementals doing their job. What Killua hadn't expected though, was for Argus to come and say he wanted to say thank you to him for healing her wounds. This made Killua hesitate to reveal himself since he wasn't talking right now. This was twice now someone wanted to say thank you to him and he wasn't entirely sure how to react. Killua flicked one of his ears before ignoring the strange feeling in his chest as he let himself fall down from the tree, landing almost gracefully on his paws on the snow below. He was to the left of Argus when he allowed his presence to be known, and he looked about ready to scold the female. "Well you can thank me by putting the damn bandages I put on your back. What are you thinking about moving in your condition anyway? You could get your wound infected." Killua stated as he pointed with one of his white paws toward the other's throat and shoulder. He had put bandages on her for a reason. Despite the way he talked though, there was obviously something different in the way his eyes shined. He had found someone. He had found something that he had been looking for, for a very long time. To get his point across though, Killua moved his paw and conjured up a roll of bandages, as if threatening to dress her wounds agian. After all they were still fresh. Compared to her though, his bandages were gone, and his wounds had completely healed. And his eyes held little to no malice behind them.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO