05-01-2018, 10:40 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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There were plenty of reasons that Killua didn't exactly like the Typhoon all that much. Some of it was his own personal opinion, while the rest of it dealt with the rest of the clan entirely. It wasn't something he even remotely enjoyed either. The first time almost felt like months ago when he finally traveled to the other groups that were in the area. There obviously wasn't much that was going on in Snowbound in the first place so he found no reason to situate himself in one area for all that long. Besides, if he started to move around it would help throw his family off his trail if they were currently searching for them. Which Killua, of course, knew that they were because he was an important asset to them anyway. It was only a matter of time before his family decided to rear their ugly mugs in an attempt to take Killua away from where he was. The assassin had approached Typhoon without really any thought about what he was going to end up seeing. From there, a white wolf, one that he now knew as Argus, approached him casually. He had thought that everyone in the Typhoon would have a similar personality that she did, but he couldn't have been more wrong as the Typhoon revealed their true colors. Turned out Argus had actually remembered Killua from a long time ago from what it sounded like. Killua wasn't exactly sure what that meant though until he realized that the other was talking about memories that he no longer seemed to have. She knew so much about him and he knew nothing about him. He had killed her son when he lived in a group, although she said now that he hadn't really been the one to kill him. Instead, the assassin had tried to save her son, but ultimately her son was crippled and Killua had delivered him to the border of the clan that she was living in and her son died. Killua still felt guilty, more guilty than he would have liked out of consideration that he didn't remember what he had done. He usually didn't end up taking jobs when it came to dealing with those that were around his age. He would much rather sink his claws into the flesh of an adult rather than someone that had a long life to live ahead of them. Besides, if someone was hiring an assassin to kill them, it usually meant that the target had basically no moral code. This didn't mean that Killua was a good guy though. When Argus had told him these things, Killua became more confused and afraid. Emotions that were not his own as he dealt with the female wolf before he couldn't take it anymore and fled. Killua couldn't remember the last time he had ended up running in fear, but there was something that he didn't know. Something that he was missing and was going to attempt to try and restore as much as he could without asking anyone's help. Then came Guru, the caracal deciding that it was a good idea to try and attack Snowbound while Killua was currently living in it. Killua didn't consider the place to be his own territory, and instead, he considered it just a base of operations for the time being as he didn't stick to one place for very long. A bad habit of his but it was one that had kept him alive. Killua had been there to punish Guru for the attacks that the other had done to London. Which had simply pissed him off because the albino clouded leopard could have just died where she was standing and no one would have been able to save her if he hadn't been there. She was lucky to be alive, and during this time had built up frustration after talking with Argus. Killua completely outmatched the Typhoon member, carving up her flesh with his claws and ripping through tendons so that she wouldn't be able to walk properly. He could have done worse. So much worse.
He could have tortured her to the point where she was nothing but a puppet, but he had to stop himself because there were far too many eyes on him. Eyes that he couldn't let see the truth. Killua had let Guru live, and looking back he should have just killed her to save the trouble. This way Jacob would have never been captured and the male wouldn't try so hard to try and become allies with them considering the type of creatures they harbored in their midst. Although, Snowbound wasn't any better considering that they had a mass murderer underneath their noses that was keeping his presence hidden or from being revealed. He was worse than any other animals that lived in the clans of all the other creatures that he had killed. His kill counts well being over a hundred, some of them belonging to important heads. Either way, Killua didn't like the Typhoon despite Argus now being someone who wanted to help him with his own issues. He didn't trust her completely, and probably would never trust the Typhoon as long as they remained a threat to them. What Killua would give to show Guru that she should be afraid of him because he was better than her in every way. The albino serval would let out a low huff from his jaws at what Izuku said about taking his word. "At least you seem to understand. But good, we don't need anyone being captured again." Killua had no doubts in his mind that the Typhoon would try to have at least something happen between them. It was only a matter of time. The group was a ticking time bomb, but so was he so he couldn't really talk because he would be hypocritical if he did. The other watched the other's body language seem to immediately change after what he said. Killua had thought that what he said would lift the other's spirits even if it was just a little bit. But instead, it seemed to do the complete opposite. Killua had no idea how to really help the other though in that regard, and he let a soft look spread across his facial features as he chewed the inside of his cheek. Focusing on the sensation instead of becoming awkward about how everything progressed right about now. But they were training, and it would keep both of their minds occupied in the end. Izuku was indeed smart considering that his facts about servals were right. He could jump ten feet vertically to be able to reach the nearest branch instead of just climbing up the trunk. It depended on whether or not a tree did have low hanging branches though, and had the advantage of his metal claws. The albino serval watched the other carefully and the mistakes he was bound to use. He wasn't surprised to see the other fall to the ground, and he figured the other would be upset about what had just happened, and instead the other seemed to take it as a challenge, making a grin spread across his facial features. He was tired of hanging though and moved climbed up high enough that he could stand up on a branch. He could get a better viewpoint of the other's footwork here too. "Not bad for the first attempt. If you need to have a handicap, you could just use your wings to give yourself balance while you climb. Remember to keep your body weight leaning forward so you don't end up falling backward." Killua instructed calmly, but he was glad the other didn't rip out his claws like he thought he might. He was a maine coon, not the full-grown size of one but one nonetheless. The weight could hinder the other if he wasn't careful, but since the other had wings that could help him if he's willing to use them.
He could have tortured her to the point where she was nothing but a puppet, but he had to stop himself because there were far too many eyes on him. Eyes that he couldn't let see the truth. Killua had let Guru live, and looking back he should have just killed her to save the trouble. This way Jacob would have never been captured and the male wouldn't try so hard to try and become allies with them considering the type of creatures they harbored in their midst. Although, Snowbound wasn't any better considering that they had a mass murderer underneath their noses that was keeping his presence hidden or from being revealed. He was worse than any other animals that lived in the clans of all the other creatures that he had killed. His kill counts well being over a hundred, some of them belonging to important heads. Either way, Killua didn't like the Typhoon despite Argus now being someone who wanted to help him with his own issues. He didn't trust her completely, and probably would never trust the Typhoon as long as they remained a threat to them. What Killua would give to show Guru that she should be afraid of him because he was better than her in every way. The albino serval would let out a low huff from his jaws at what Izuku said about taking his word. "At least you seem to understand. But good, we don't need anyone being captured again." Killua had no doubts in his mind that the Typhoon would try to have at least something happen between them. It was only a matter of time. The group was a ticking time bomb, but so was he so he couldn't really talk because he would be hypocritical if he did. The other watched the other's body language seem to immediately change after what he said. Killua had thought that what he said would lift the other's spirits even if it was just a little bit. But instead, it seemed to do the complete opposite. Killua had no idea how to really help the other though in that regard, and he let a soft look spread across his facial features as he chewed the inside of his cheek. Focusing on the sensation instead of becoming awkward about how everything progressed right about now. But they were training, and it would keep both of their minds occupied in the end. Izuku was indeed smart considering that his facts about servals were right. He could jump ten feet vertically to be able to reach the nearest branch instead of just climbing up the trunk. It depended on whether or not a tree did have low hanging branches though, and had the advantage of his metal claws. The albino serval watched the other carefully and the mistakes he was bound to use. He wasn't surprised to see the other fall to the ground, and he figured the other would be upset about what had just happened, and instead the other seemed to take it as a challenge, making a grin spread across his facial features. He was tired of hanging though and moved climbed up high enough that he could stand up on a branch. He could get a better viewpoint of the other's footwork here too. "Not bad for the first attempt. If you need to have a handicap, you could just use your wings to give yourself balance while you climb. Remember to keep your body weight leaning forward so you don't end up falling backward." Killua instructed calmly, but he was glad the other didn't rip out his claws like he thought he might. He was a maine coon, not the full-grown size of one but one nonetheless. The weight could hinder the other if he wasn't careful, but since the other had wings that could help him if he's willing to use them.
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO