05-03-2018, 05:20 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua would almost give everything if it meant that he would never have to see his family again. The only one that did know how terrible his family was, didn't even know the entire true story about all of the horrible things that he had done to him. He could go into vivid detail of every different torture that they put into his body and how he had felt at the time. The start of his torture training had obviously been the most painful for him, as he wasn't used to being injured like the rest of his siblings. But all of his siblings had lived through all the different sessions that he had gone through. Sure, he was the heir and was bound to get special treatment because of that, but the premise was the same. Half of the time his other siblings acted like the training that they had gone through wasn't all that big of a deal and simply carried on the family business like they were supposed to. There was no love to be found in his family, and there was no solitude from them either. Killua knew by now that they were constantly on the hunt for him, trying to pinpoint his exact location. Killua just didn't do nothing all day, and instead he went out to make sure to leave clues, that didn't look like clues, around different areas so that his family would follow those tracks in the wrong direction and hopefully tip them off. There were plenty of cases where it might not even work though, as his family weren't exactly idiot and he knew the specific sibling that would be tracking him down as well. He would have no chance in a fight against his older brother, at least at the moment. He had been training a small bit every single day for the past couple of weeks, but he had to wait for himself to heal completely before getting into the next stage of training. It was almost funny, that despite being an apprentice, he had no one that had ever been a mentor to teach him training other than his own family. Did he really care about something like that though? Not really. He doubted that anyone in the clans that were willing to be his mentor would actually be able to teach him something that he didn't know. If they did, then he would certainly give them props and be surprised. Killua considered his family to almost be like a poison, that once they got into his system, it would spread to the rest of his body slowly rotting who he was away until there was nothing left but a husk and bones. They wanted to try and manipulate their own son basically into submission so that he would never rebel against them again and be a good boy and follow what his mother and father told him to. Like it mattered to them, they had barely even raised him, as he had only really spent time with his siblings because they were in the mansion occasionally. His parents off doing their own jobs and managing the family business.
If his family was ever to wait on the border like Jacob's was, the albino serval would have told everyone to run for their lives. As they wouldn't be able to fight them and it would be the end of snowbound. There were very few creatures in the clan that were actually capable of fighting, and even then he doubted that their fighting skills could compare to the likes of a Zoldyck member in the first place. Or maybe, he just lacked faith. He didn't know, and he just hoped that day would never come in the future. The albino serval had been training, which meant that he wasn't able to spend all of his time on the border like some thought he would. Technically it was his job, but he could care less about his job anyway. The ivory-hued wildcat did patrol the border though after some fits of training by himself, which he made sure to do out of Snowbound territory so no one would come across him just in case. Killua was doing his usual tactic of traveling around the territory leaping from tree to tree, his air elementals making his movements silent and hiding his scent completely. It was a useful trick that he had learned when he was younger, and there seemed to be few animals around that were capable of elemental manipulation. Which was better for him, but also annoying as it meant that he would eventually have to do the heavy lifting. His metal claws made it so that he was capable of gripping the branches that he did land on, but he stopped jumping from tree to tree when he heard voices very close by. Who was that? He wasn't able to hear entirely what was going on and decided to he might as well check it out. Killua approached the wolf and the rest of the Snowbounder's from the left side, around 10ft in the air as he looked down at the ground. He was able to see how Jacob was interacting with the much older male, so that meant that they knew each other. He flicked one of his large white ears as he wondered what the wolf could possibly want. Still in a standing position, Killua would let himself drop down onto the snow below, almost to seemingly appear out of nowhere. As soon as he landed, a lollipop appeared in his mouth and he made his way over to stand next to London. His one and only friend at the moment. Killua didn't look as welcoming compared to the other's as he was trying to analyze the wolf as he looked at him. He did offer a grin toward London though, raising his white paw to wave at her. "Yo." He would greet the fellow albino before turning his attention to the wolf with a bored expression on his face. He sat himself down and leaned back slightly before speaking again. "So you know him huh? What's your name?" Killua would question the wolf, not opting to introduce himself like the rest. He wanted to at least get the other's name before introducing himself. Jacob's family. This should be interesting.
If his family was ever to wait on the border like Jacob's was, the albino serval would have told everyone to run for their lives. As they wouldn't be able to fight them and it would be the end of snowbound. There were very few creatures in the clan that were actually capable of fighting, and even then he doubted that their fighting skills could compare to the likes of a Zoldyck member in the first place. Or maybe, he just lacked faith. He didn't know, and he just hoped that day would never come in the future. The albino serval had been training, which meant that he wasn't able to spend all of his time on the border like some thought he would. Technically it was his job, but he could care less about his job anyway. The ivory-hued wildcat did patrol the border though after some fits of training by himself, which he made sure to do out of Snowbound territory so no one would come across him just in case. Killua was doing his usual tactic of traveling around the territory leaping from tree to tree, his air elementals making his movements silent and hiding his scent completely. It was a useful trick that he had learned when he was younger, and there seemed to be few animals around that were capable of elemental manipulation. Which was better for him, but also annoying as it meant that he would eventually have to do the heavy lifting. His metal claws made it so that he was capable of gripping the branches that he did land on, but he stopped jumping from tree to tree when he heard voices very close by. Who was that? He wasn't able to hear entirely what was going on and decided to he might as well check it out. Killua approached the wolf and the rest of the Snowbounder's from the left side, around 10ft in the air as he looked down at the ground. He was able to see how Jacob was interacting with the much older male, so that meant that they knew each other. He flicked one of his large white ears as he wondered what the wolf could possibly want. Still in a standing position, Killua would let himself drop down onto the snow below, almost to seemingly appear out of nowhere. As soon as he landed, a lollipop appeared in his mouth and he made his way over to stand next to London. His one and only friend at the moment. Killua didn't look as welcoming compared to the other's as he was trying to analyze the wolf as he looked at him. He did offer a grin toward London though, raising his white paw to wave at her. "Yo." He would greet the fellow albino before turning his attention to the wolf with a bored expression on his face. He sat himself down and leaned back slightly before speaking again. "So you know him huh? What's your name?" Killua would question the wolf, not opting to introduce himself like the rest. He wanted to at least get the other's name before introducing himself. Jacob's family. This should be interesting.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO