05-03-2018, 04:30 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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The world that they lived in was especially cruel to those that weren't strong enough to protect themselves. Even if someone could protect themselves, it did everything in its power to make sure that everyone knew how painful the world could actually be. Killua had grown up with the idea that the world that they lived in was cruel already. He never had the sudden realization of how terrible certain places were and what violence was waiting for him on the other side of the doors that he had lived behind for the majority of his life. The assassin wasn't one to be afraid of the thought of killing those or the thought of him getting injured during a fight. It was all part of the job for Killua. That was all that it had ever been. He had lived in the clans long enough to get an idea of exactly how certain clanners reacted to this sudden realization if something terrible was bound to happen. The creature would immediately begin to panic, afraid for their own life which he couldn't really blame them. Especially if it was someone that had never been hurt before. Then soon after their personalities would most likely end up changing because of the sudden event, and they would either close themselves off or try to act like it was perfectly okay. While on the inside they were extremely paranoid about what could happen next. Since most clans were in wars with one another, it meant that that paranoia would never go away as there was always a chance that an enemy could always end up striking someone. Killua himself knew the fear of dying despite how confident he always held himself. The assassin could easily end others lives with a flick of his wrist and that would be the end of that. Considering how young he was, Killua knew that if he chose to, he could have a prosperous life away from his family and learn all sorts of new things from those that he interacted with. The issue was that he did have to get away from his family and doing that alone was taking quite a toll already. He didn't know if they could end up finding him in his current position, but he always had to assume the worst was that they already knew where he was and they were just biding their time. Why though? Why would they want to wait for something to happen before coming to get him? There were several different options that his family could be doing to try and get him back on their side, but he was going to resist whatever they tried to do. As long as his body allowed it. Killua remembered having his bones broken, his joints almost destroyed to the point that they wouldn't recover, his own metal claws having been ripped out of his paws, tendrils of his tendons sticking out of the sheaths where his claws once were. He had never thought before that he could have such a mental connection to his claws, as he had them practically from the very beginning. Killua grew out of being sad for the removal of his claws and simply bought new ones and had them surgically implanted. The fit wasn't as great as they had been before, but it was honestly better than nothing. Since the attacks from the Typhoon, Killua had always been ready for someone to make a mistake and try to attack them. As far as Killua thought about it, he was one of the strongest fighters in the clan. Other than those that had larger bodies than he did, he could fight in different situations and change strategies on a dime. Which usually didn't happen with other's all that much when it came to fighters in the clans. However, this didn't mean that he could be everywhere at once. Compared to how he lived in the precious clans, he could just use his powers to sweep the entire territory to try and hear if there was anything out of the ordinary. Now though, he didn't have that skill anymore, probably something that his father had done to him.
The assassin had to work with what he had, and now that he was fully healed from his own injuries, he was always on the lookout, waiting for something terrible to happen. Which wasn't exactly the best mindset to have. The albino serval would have probably killed the Savannah cat if he had been close enough to see the fighting going. Today though he had decided that he was going to drop a couple things off in his own little cave area before heading out toward the border. Instead of using the trees for cover, the Snowstrike decided to stay on the ground for most of today, and he flicked one of his nicked ears as he made his way toward the border. While he was walking, Killua was able to catch a familiar scent. Half the time it didn't surprise him, but when it was so sudden, it wasn't exactly something he expected right now, on this day. Killua growled low under his breath, flexing his metal claws into the snow as he sprinted his way toward where the smell was coming from. He couldn't tell who was injured, or who could even be killed, there was just someone, big, that was bleeding out. As he neared the scene, the wildcat was able to see Aizawa already there, the black lion standing in front of someone, and Harrison was there. If there was a corpse, he would make sure to take Harrison away for his own sake as he doubted Jacob wanted the kid to see a corpse. But once he rounded around the right side of the black lion, he noticed who it was, and he skidded to a halt next to Aizawa. Izuku. What the hell had happened to him? His sapphire blue eyes scanned the area as he looked off in the direction of where Izuku had come from. "Kuso." Killua cursed in Japanese as he made his way over, not realizing that Izuku would probably be scared of him because he wouldn't hear him coming, but he had to treat the other's injuries until Jacob arrived. The albino serval would stop in front of the maine coon, thinking exactly what he was going to need to conjure. "He was attacked, probably.." Killua's voice trailed off as there could be several explanations as to why Izuku was injured. Had the other done this to himself? Probably not. But it was still something to take into consideration. Stopping the bleeding seemed to be the best option right now, at least for most of the wounds. Immediately, different items started to suddenly appear around him. Gauze. Bandages. Wire. A needle. Washcloth. All the medical supplies that he would need to get Izuku back into a stable condition. "Okay, I'm going to clean your wounds it's gonna hurt a little bit, but I need to do it before any of them get infected." Killua instructed calmly, as he was going to give the other the blunt answer instead of saying that it wasn't going to hurt at all. Killua believed that would have just made the situation even worse. Grabbing the damp washcloth in his mouth, Killua would aim to wipe the areas around the wounds that were created by whatever had done this. He made sure to go as lightly as possible but to eliminate any possibility that debris could get into the maine coon's wounds. After that, Killua would aim to grab the gauze, stabbing it with his claws and aiming to place them on more of the minor wounds, which were the scratches on his left side, and the wound on his stomach. The gauze would stick to the other's fur, and along the way, Killua would have aimed to use his metal claws to clip away some of the domestic cat's fur so that the gauze would be able to adhere to his skin before he could bandage him up. A huff would escape Killua's jaws as his paws worked in a deliberate and careful manner before he began to reach for the needle and thread to be able to patch the other's leg. "I'm going to have to stitch up the wound on your leg because it's deep, okay?" Killua stated toward the green feline, and he would wait for the other to respond before he continued to work on him, saving the eyes for last because he honestly had no idea how to treat them other than to clean and bandage them up.
The world that they lived in was especially cruel to those that weren't strong enough to protect themselves. Even if someone could protect themselves, it did everything in its power to make sure that everyone knew how painful the world could actually be. Killua had grown up with the idea that the world that they lived in was cruel already. He never had the sudden realization of how terrible certain places were and what violence was waiting for him on the other side of the doors that he had lived behind for the majority of his life. The assassin wasn't one to be afraid of the thought of killing those or the thought of him getting injured during a fight. It was all part of the job for Killua. That was all that it had ever been. He had lived in the clans long enough to get an idea of exactly how certain clanners reacted to this sudden realization if something terrible was bound to happen. The creature would immediately begin to panic, afraid for their own life which he couldn't really blame them. Especially if it was someone that had never been hurt before. Then soon after their personalities would most likely end up changing because of the sudden event, and they would either close themselves off or try to act like it was perfectly okay. While on the inside they were extremely paranoid about what could happen next. Since most clans were in wars with one another, it meant that that paranoia would never go away as there was always a chance that an enemy could always end up striking someone. Killua himself knew the fear of dying despite how confident he always held himself. The assassin could easily end others lives with a flick of his wrist and that would be the end of that. Considering how young he was, Killua knew that if he chose to, he could have a prosperous life away from his family and learn all sorts of new things from those that he interacted with. The issue was that he did have to get away from his family and doing that alone was taking quite a toll already. He didn't know if they could end up finding him in his current position, but he always had to assume the worst was that they already knew where he was and they were just biding their time. Why though? Why would they want to wait for something to happen before coming to get him? There were several different options that his family could be doing to try and get him back on their side, but he was going to resist whatever they tried to do. As long as his body allowed it. Killua remembered having his bones broken, his joints almost destroyed to the point that they wouldn't recover, his own metal claws having been ripped out of his paws, tendrils of his tendons sticking out of the sheaths where his claws once were. He had never thought before that he could have such a mental connection to his claws, as he had them practically from the very beginning. Killua grew out of being sad for the removal of his claws and simply bought new ones and had them surgically implanted. The fit wasn't as great as they had been before, but it was honestly better than nothing. Since the attacks from the Typhoon, Killua had always been ready for someone to make a mistake and try to attack them. As far as Killua thought about it, he was one of the strongest fighters in the clan. Other than those that had larger bodies than he did, he could fight in different situations and change strategies on a dime. Which usually didn't happen with other's all that much when it came to fighters in the clans. However, this didn't mean that he could be everywhere at once. Compared to how he lived in the precious clans, he could just use his powers to sweep the entire territory to try and hear if there was anything out of the ordinary. Now though, he didn't have that skill anymore, probably something that his father had done to him.
The assassin had to work with what he had, and now that he was fully healed from his own injuries, he was always on the lookout, waiting for something terrible to happen. Which wasn't exactly the best mindset to have. The albino serval would have probably killed the Savannah cat if he had been close enough to see the fighting going. Today though he had decided that he was going to drop a couple things off in his own little cave area before heading out toward the border. Instead of using the trees for cover, the Snowstrike decided to stay on the ground for most of today, and he flicked one of his nicked ears as he made his way toward the border. While he was walking, Killua was able to catch a familiar scent. Half the time it didn't surprise him, but when it was so sudden, it wasn't exactly something he expected right now, on this day. Killua growled low under his breath, flexing his metal claws into the snow as he sprinted his way toward where the smell was coming from. He couldn't tell who was injured, or who could even be killed, there was just someone, big, that was bleeding out. As he neared the scene, the wildcat was able to see Aizawa already there, the black lion standing in front of someone, and Harrison was there. If there was a corpse, he would make sure to take Harrison away for his own sake as he doubted Jacob wanted the kid to see a corpse. But once he rounded around the right side of the black lion, he noticed who it was, and he skidded to a halt next to Aizawa. Izuku. What the hell had happened to him? His sapphire blue eyes scanned the area as he looked off in the direction of where Izuku had come from. "Kuso." Killua cursed in Japanese as he made his way over, not realizing that Izuku would probably be scared of him because he wouldn't hear him coming, but he had to treat the other's injuries until Jacob arrived. The albino serval would stop in front of the maine coon, thinking exactly what he was going to need to conjure. "He was attacked, probably.." Killua's voice trailed off as there could be several explanations as to why Izuku was injured. Had the other done this to himself? Probably not. But it was still something to take into consideration. Stopping the bleeding seemed to be the best option right now, at least for most of the wounds. Immediately, different items started to suddenly appear around him. Gauze. Bandages. Wire. A needle. Washcloth. All the medical supplies that he would need to get Izuku back into a stable condition. "Okay, I'm going to clean your wounds it's gonna hurt a little bit, but I need to do it before any of them get infected." Killua instructed calmly, as he was going to give the other the blunt answer instead of saying that it wasn't going to hurt at all. Killua believed that would have just made the situation even worse. Grabbing the damp washcloth in his mouth, Killua would aim to wipe the areas around the wounds that were created by whatever had done this. He made sure to go as lightly as possible but to eliminate any possibility that debris could get into the maine coon's wounds. After that, Killua would aim to grab the gauze, stabbing it with his claws and aiming to place them on more of the minor wounds, which were the scratches on his left side, and the wound on his stomach. The gauze would stick to the other's fur, and along the way, Killua would have aimed to use his metal claws to clip away some of the domestic cat's fur so that the gauze would be able to adhere to his skin before he could bandage him up. A huff would escape Killua's jaws as his paws worked in a deliberate and careful manner before he began to reach for the needle and thread to be able to patch the other's leg. "I'm going to have to stitch up the wound on your leg because it's deep, okay?" Killua stated toward the green feline, and he would wait for the other to respond before he continued to work on him, saving the eyes for last because he honestly had no idea how to treat them other than to clean and bandage them up.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO