05-11-2018, 08:26 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(Late response but I wanted to continue this)
Growing up too fast. A term that was used in the clans quite often thanks to the factor that they were forced to grow up at a decent pace. Depending on the group that they were living in depended on how they interacted with others in the end. The assassin had done exactly that for the majority of his life instead of being allowed to enjoy the happenings of the world around him. He was struck with the realization of what the world actually was and what would happen out there waiting for him once he did decide to try and make it out on his own in the end. Killua had thought he had been prepared for what would happen in the world around him, but in the end he couldn't have been more wrong. He had let his emotions get to him and he started to connect with those that he interacted with. Something that his family didn't quite approve of and did everything in their power so that he wouldn't force connections with anyone, not even the butlers that he lived and that were supposed to serve him and his family. Killua remembered there had been a time that he was talking to someone outside of the gate of the mountain that the Zoldyck's lived on. The young male didn't really think much about it all things considered thanks to the factor that he didn't feel there was any harm with simply talking to a loner that posed no threat to him and his family. The loner was pretty easy for him to talk to, and since he wasn't doing any training at the moment it meant that he wouldn't have to worry about having to go back into that damn mansion to be tortured for the next couple of hours. Killua had easily noticed that the loner obviously didn't trust him at all, as the other's body language was severely reserved in that regard. Killua didn't blame him considering that the other probably felt that Killua wasn't someone that was even remotely ordinary in that regard. Belonging to an elite assassin family that one's name could carry for large distances was almost like a burden for Killua to constantly hold over his shoulders. His family was his burden. Killua had talked with the loner almost till night started to fall and the creature became relaxed around him. Until he heard his mother screaming his name in the shrill voice that she always used. He followed what she said and went back toward her without a second thought, saying goodbye to the loner. What he didn't realize was that his brother had been watching them the entire time, and as soon as the serval left the loner was dispatched.
Killua had never anticipated that he would even see the loner again since the land was large and many creatures could live in it. Killua had no idea to this day exactly how much his family did control his life in the background when he wasn't watching. There was another instance where he had grown close toward one of the butlers in training, that just so happened to be around his age at the same time. When his mother realized the developing relationship of what a friend could be, she made sure that the young butler was punished and tortured so that it would never happen again. Of course, Killua noticed the sudden distance between both of them, and when he approached her about it he asked her what had happened. The butler kept her lips tight and said that it was nothing for him to concern himself with, but said it in a professional manner instead of being rude. Being one to easily cut ties from himself, it wasn't hard for Killua to start to completely ignore the butler. He was so naive at that point that he didn't think that his family had messed with her mind and crafted her into what she wanted to be. His family was everything for him. They were a poison that would weave their way through his bones and rot him from the inside out once they got a hold of him. He was drowning in the blood that they had spilled in the past, the killing not being one of the reason's why he hated his family because everyone was bound to kill something sooner or later. Whether that be a creature that was sentient or one that had no mind for their own. Killua still had no idea what the ideology of a family really was. There were a couple of examples that currently existed in Snowbound, but most of the creatures that lived here were incredibly independent and had no idea who the other creature was unless they just decided to approach them without much really care. Killua was different, as he constantly put up walls against those that started to become close to him. Not only afraid of what his family could do to them but also afraid of himself. He had hurt thousands of other creatures before even coming to Snowbound, and yet could anyone forgive that kill count? He only knew of one creature that was capable of such things, and that was London. The one that hadn't cared about his past and the one that just wanted to be normal like he did. The snow leopard hadn't judged him at all for his actions, and he was happy for that. No, more than happy honestly. The assassin had so much weight on his shoulders and he didn't want to pass it off to anyone else. That would be selfish of him, so he kept his emotions to himself. Not thinking that he was worth the time for other's to deal with his own problems that he felt he should be able to fix himself. And yet, he had killed London in his dream. He had killed everyone that he had started to connect with.
Even Harrison. The kid that shouldn't even be exposed to violence at this point, and the other had broken his leg just to let him bleed out as he killed his father. He was truly disgusting to allow something like that to happen. The ivory-hued wildcat seemed to want to curl into himself at the tragic sight that was still burning into the back of his eyes. He wanted to get away. Run away from the image. That's all he ever did though huh? He continued to run away from his problems instead of dealing with them face on like most would think he would. He was afraid. He had always been afraid of what the future could hold because he can't predict what could actually happen in the future. The assassin didn't know what to do with himself, and he barely registered that someone had entered the cave, having found it away from the security of Snowbound camp. Although, Killua wouldn't consider living in Snowbound camp to really be secure in that regard, too many bodies to keep track of in one small area. The albino serval's wild eyes turned to look at Skyreacher, someone that he had never seen before, and his jaw clamped shut instead of panting like he had done before. The assassin took a silent step back, but in that same instance, his paw became drenched in the blood that had been dripping from the ground. What? Killua felt little to no pain as he didn't even really bother to vocally address Skyreacher, but instead he had looked at him when his eyes turned back to normal despite the shock that was on his face. When he took a step back, his right paw immediately started to slide, on something. Killua barely managed to catch himself, his metal claws making a grinding sound as the two tough surfaces ground against each other. The sound didn't hurt his ears, as all he could hear right now was his heartbeat. His eyes slowly moved down to look down at his right arm and noticed the large clean cuts that spread across the limb. What the hell?! Killua had a moment of panic for a second, before realizing what it actually was. He had to do a mental check of his body. Blood dripped in front of his right eye. He had a cut on his forehead somewhere. He felt his skin becoming sticky around his throat, and he raised one of his paws to touch the area to feel the wounds. Any type of wound near such a sensitive area was a bad sign. But in the end the wound didn't seem to be all that deep. Good. He could stitch it close. Immediately a facade was put on his face as he looked calm and collected all over again as he sat himself down away from the puddle of blood in his cave. He was able to focus his powers just enough to conjure up some gauze, bandages, and stitches. He needed to stitch the wound on his arm first as that was his main concern. What if he hit a main artery? He would be dead, but the blood wasn't gushing enough to instigate that he did. Killua tried to take the needle in one of his paws, but thanks for both of his appendages covered in blood, it was basically impossible for him to hold anything. It would just slip out of his grasp. A frustrated hiss escaped his jaws as his shortened tail lashed behind him, and then more voices made their way toward his ears. His normal gaze turned to look at Jacob and London made their way into the area, and his chest clenched his entire body stiffening. They looked perfectly fine. It was another damned night terror then. His ears were pinned to the back of his skull as he calmed his breathing down again, knowing that he would have no choice but to let Jacob heal him despite him not liking anyone else touching him in the end. He clenched his jaw as he looked off to the side, not looking at the two Snowbounders. "Fine." Was all that Killua stated in a calm voice. Despite this, his entire body was shaking. He couldn't get the damn images out of his head.
Growing up too fast. A term that was used in the clans quite often thanks to the factor that they were forced to grow up at a decent pace. Depending on the group that they were living in depended on how they interacted with others in the end. The assassin had done exactly that for the majority of his life instead of being allowed to enjoy the happenings of the world around him. He was struck with the realization of what the world actually was and what would happen out there waiting for him once he did decide to try and make it out on his own in the end. Killua had thought he had been prepared for what would happen in the world around him, but in the end he couldn't have been more wrong. He had let his emotions get to him and he started to connect with those that he interacted with. Something that his family didn't quite approve of and did everything in their power so that he wouldn't force connections with anyone, not even the butlers that he lived and that were supposed to serve him and his family. Killua remembered there had been a time that he was talking to someone outside of the gate of the mountain that the Zoldyck's lived on. The young male didn't really think much about it all things considered thanks to the factor that he didn't feel there was any harm with simply talking to a loner that posed no threat to him and his family. The loner was pretty easy for him to talk to, and since he wasn't doing any training at the moment it meant that he wouldn't have to worry about having to go back into that damn mansion to be tortured for the next couple of hours. Killua had easily noticed that the loner obviously didn't trust him at all, as the other's body language was severely reserved in that regard. Killua didn't blame him considering that the other probably felt that Killua wasn't someone that was even remotely ordinary in that regard. Belonging to an elite assassin family that one's name could carry for large distances was almost like a burden for Killua to constantly hold over his shoulders. His family was his burden. Killua had talked with the loner almost till night started to fall and the creature became relaxed around him. Until he heard his mother screaming his name in the shrill voice that she always used. He followed what she said and went back toward her without a second thought, saying goodbye to the loner. What he didn't realize was that his brother had been watching them the entire time, and as soon as the serval left the loner was dispatched.
Killua had never anticipated that he would even see the loner again since the land was large and many creatures could live in it. Killua had no idea to this day exactly how much his family did control his life in the background when he wasn't watching. There was another instance where he had grown close toward one of the butlers in training, that just so happened to be around his age at the same time. When his mother realized the developing relationship of what a friend could be, she made sure that the young butler was punished and tortured so that it would never happen again. Of course, Killua noticed the sudden distance between both of them, and when he approached her about it he asked her what had happened. The butler kept her lips tight and said that it was nothing for him to concern himself with, but said it in a professional manner instead of being rude. Being one to easily cut ties from himself, it wasn't hard for Killua to start to completely ignore the butler. He was so naive at that point that he didn't think that his family had messed with her mind and crafted her into what she wanted to be. His family was everything for him. They were a poison that would weave their way through his bones and rot him from the inside out once they got a hold of him. He was drowning in the blood that they had spilled in the past, the killing not being one of the reason's why he hated his family because everyone was bound to kill something sooner or later. Whether that be a creature that was sentient or one that had no mind for their own. Killua still had no idea what the ideology of a family really was. There were a couple of examples that currently existed in Snowbound, but most of the creatures that lived here were incredibly independent and had no idea who the other creature was unless they just decided to approach them without much really care. Killua was different, as he constantly put up walls against those that started to become close to him. Not only afraid of what his family could do to them but also afraid of himself. He had hurt thousands of other creatures before even coming to Snowbound, and yet could anyone forgive that kill count? He only knew of one creature that was capable of such things, and that was London. The one that hadn't cared about his past and the one that just wanted to be normal like he did. The snow leopard hadn't judged him at all for his actions, and he was happy for that. No, more than happy honestly. The assassin had so much weight on his shoulders and he didn't want to pass it off to anyone else. That would be selfish of him, so he kept his emotions to himself. Not thinking that he was worth the time for other's to deal with his own problems that he felt he should be able to fix himself. And yet, he had killed London in his dream. He had killed everyone that he had started to connect with.
Even Harrison. The kid that shouldn't even be exposed to violence at this point, and the other had broken his leg just to let him bleed out as he killed his father. He was truly disgusting to allow something like that to happen. The ivory-hued wildcat seemed to want to curl into himself at the tragic sight that was still burning into the back of his eyes. He wanted to get away. Run away from the image. That's all he ever did though huh? He continued to run away from his problems instead of dealing with them face on like most would think he would. He was afraid. He had always been afraid of what the future could hold because he can't predict what could actually happen in the future. The assassin didn't know what to do with himself, and he barely registered that someone had entered the cave, having found it away from the security of Snowbound camp. Although, Killua wouldn't consider living in Snowbound camp to really be secure in that regard, too many bodies to keep track of in one small area. The albino serval's wild eyes turned to look at Skyreacher, someone that he had never seen before, and his jaw clamped shut instead of panting like he had done before. The assassin took a silent step back, but in that same instance, his paw became drenched in the blood that had been dripping from the ground. What? Killua felt little to no pain as he didn't even really bother to vocally address Skyreacher, but instead he had looked at him when his eyes turned back to normal despite the shock that was on his face. When he took a step back, his right paw immediately started to slide, on something. Killua barely managed to catch himself, his metal claws making a grinding sound as the two tough surfaces ground against each other. The sound didn't hurt his ears, as all he could hear right now was his heartbeat. His eyes slowly moved down to look down at his right arm and noticed the large clean cuts that spread across the limb. What the hell?! Killua had a moment of panic for a second, before realizing what it actually was. He had to do a mental check of his body. Blood dripped in front of his right eye. He had a cut on his forehead somewhere. He felt his skin becoming sticky around his throat, and he raised one of his paws to touch the area to feel the wounds. Any type of wound near such a sensitive area was a bad sign. But in the end the wound didn't seem to be all that deep. Good. He could stitch it close. Immediately a facade was put on his face as he looked calm and collected all over again as he sat himself down away from the puddle of blood in his cave. He was able to focus his powers just enough to conjure up some gauze, bandages, and stitches. He needed to stitch the wound on his arm first as that was his main concern. What if he hit a main artery? He would be dead, but the blood wasn't gushing enough to instigate that he did. Killua tried to take the needle in one of his paws, but thanks for both of his appendages covered in blood, it was basically impossible for him to hold anything. It would just slip out of his grasp. A frustrated hiss escaped his jaws as his shortened tail lashed behind him, and then more voices made their way toward his ears. His normal gaze turned to look at Jacob and London made their way into the area, and his chest clenched his entire body stiffening. They looked perfectly fine. It was another damned night terror then. His ears were pinned to the back of his skull as he calmed his breathing down again, knowing that he would have no choice but to let Jacob heal him despite him not liking anyone else touching him in the end. He clenched his jaw as he looked off to the side, not looking at the two Snowbounders. "Fine." Was all that Killua stated in a calm voice. Despite this, his entire body was shaking. He couldn't get the damn images out of his head.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO