05-12-2018, 03:59 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Fear had never been an emotion that he knew when he was younger. There was no reason for him to feel fear, and instead he usually felt pain and anguish for the torture sessions that he had constantly had to go through over and over again. He didn't have any fear of dying, because he had faith in his brother that the tiger wouldn't end up killing him because he was too important for the rest of the family. That had to be true right? Well at least so far he was right about his brother in more than one regard considering everything. The young assassin had been brought up thinking that he was the strongest and would forever remain the strongest when it came to the opponents that he had made his way toward. That there was no stopping him once he set his sights on someone and to rip through them like they were nothing. It was only until Killua had decided that he was going to leave the mansion that he had grown up in that he realized what true fear was. He didn't have a fear that his family would hate him and suddenly disown him for his actions. He didn't have the fear that he was going to have to deal with angry parents if he ever did decide to return back to that toxic place. No. Instead, he had the fear of who they would send out after him. After all, he was precious to them, the toy that they didn't want anyone else to break, and it was annoying. No. It was absolutely frustrating to know that who they were sending after him would be capable of ripping him to pieces in the first place. At this realization before he even conducted his plans, he was deathly afraid of his older brother. The tiger had taught him everything that he even knew to this day, and Killua hadn't learned anything new either so the other would know what to expect if they ever fought one another. The wildcat didn't have any tricks up his sleeve that his brother didn't already know about. The mutated creature more than capable of wiping the floor with him, and making him feel genuine pain despite all the training that they had gone through since he was just a kitten. It was this moment that he realized what the emotion of ear was, having to even look up what it meant to actually feel fear and the symptoms of said fear. He had never had fear before, as there was no reason for him to be afraid. He had always been confident, but instead Killua's curse was that of his older brother. One that could basically make him do anything that he wanted and Killua would have no way to resist against him. Illumi would be capable of beating him in every sort of category, and there was a reason that his family prided Illumi in such a way to be able to train the heir to the family business in the first place. To say that Illumi was terrifying was a massive understatement that no one could figure out until they finally came across his family. Which he prayed that no one would have to bring themselves to do, especially for his sake. He never wanted his family to meet anyone here in Snowbound for as long as he could manage to keep them away. Besides, he was just starting to enjoy this place and wasn't ready to give it up just yet. He was stubborn in that regard, and selfish not to even consider the well being of the clan that he was in.
Yet, he had to be, in order to keep his sanity because he was tired of constantly moving around and having to start all over again. There were faces that he knew here, and there were faces that he cared about that lived in Snowbound now. He couldn't just up and give that up, not like last time where Illumi had stripped everything away from him. Killua still remembered the moment that Illumi had ripped out his metal claws a couple months ago before Killua had to pay someone to fix new claws into his paws and so far they were working without any deficiencies. No matter how strong someone made themselves to be, they were always going to be afraid of something, even if that fear ends up being something small, someone always has a weakness that others could exploit. Killua's weakness not as strong as compared to others and harder to find, but even he has his weaknesses in that regard. The ivory-hued wildcat wasn't one to really sleep at night, as his species was slightly nocturnal anyway. But on another note, he didn't want to end up going back to sleep after his recent episode with his night terror. In which Jacob actually had to be the one to patch him up because his paws were too soaked with blood to be able to hold the supplies that he needed properly. He felt weak and vulnerable at that moment and hoped that Jacob didn't think that he would allow something like that to happen again. There were no second chances when it came to Killua anyway. The young male was walking through Snowbound camp, his eyes flicking back and forth as he counted the number of heads and bodies that he could see in the particular dens. He was making sure that even if some creatures were out venturing into the night, that the majority of them were sleeping right now. Night patrols were practically nonexistent in that regard, and so he put it upon himself to bodyguard everyone while they were asleep. While he was doing this though, he could hear muffled noises from tunnels that were a distance away from him. Was someone having a nightmare? The bandage covered serval silently made his way through the tunnels before he finally heard someone sobbing accompanied with the scent of salt. Someone was obviously emotionally distraught. Something that Killua didn't have a lot of experience with, but he was at least going to attempt to help whoever it was. It was coming from the medic den ironically, and he peaked his head into the cavern, only to see a familiar hybrid laying down on the ground, tears pooling around his face. His sapphire blue optics went wide with shock as he hadn't expected the husky to be in a place like this! What the hell was happening to him? Was he poisoned? The other had come to the medic cavern for an obvious reason. Killua didn't like the thought of anyone dying in Snowbound right now, and his pawsteps made no sound as he arrived at Jacob's side. One of his paws raising into the air as he aimed to press the deadly cold paw onto the canines side trying to smell any blood but not catching any scents. "Jacob? The hell is going on? What happened?" Killua asked quickly and straight to the point. Who would poison someone this late at night? Well if it was Guru he could see that happening, but he would have caught someone's scent unless they had the same powers that he did. He noticed the herbs that were scattered in certain areas. The canine had been looking for something. He clenched his jaw as he didn't know enough about herbs, but if he knew what it looked like he could easily conjure up the herb that Jacob would need at no cost to Snowbound. "What herb were you looking for?" Killua questioned again, his voice calm as he wasn't at the point of panicking just yet. How had no one found Jacob yet with all the commotion?
Yet, he had to be, in order to keep his sanity because he was tired of constantly moving around and having to start all over again. There were faces that he knew here, and there were faces that he cared about that lived in Snowbound now. He couldn't just up and give that up, not like last time where Illumi had stripped everything away from him. Killua still remembered the moment that Illumi had ripped out his metal claws a couple months ago before Killua had to pay someone to fix new claws into his paws and so far they were working without any deficiencies. No matter how strong someone made themselves to be, they were always going to be afraid of something, even if that fear ends up being something small, someone always has a weakness that others could exploit. Killua's weakness not as strong as compared to others and harder to find, but even he has his weaknesses in that regard. The ivory-hued wildcat wasn't one to really sleep at night, as his species was slightly nocturnal anyway. But on another note, he didn't want to end up going back to sleep after his recent episode with his night terror. In which Jacob actually had to be the one to patch him up because his paws were too soaked with blood to be able to hold the supplies that he needed properly. He felt weak and vulnerable at that moment and hoped that Jacob didn't think that he would allow something like that to happen again. There were no second chances when it came to Killua anyway. The young male was walking through Snowbound camp, his eyes flicking back and forth as he counted the number of heads and bodies that he could see in the particular dens. He was making sure that even if some creatures were out venturing into the night, that the majority of them were sleeping right now. Night patrols were practically nonexistent in that regard, and so he put it upon himself to bodyguard everyone while they were asleep. While he was doing this though, he could hear muffled noises from tunnels that were a distance away from him. Was someone having a nightmare? The bandage covered serval silently made his way through the tunnels before he finally heard someone sobbing accompanied with the scent of salt. Someone was obviously emotionally distraught. Something that Killua didn't have a lot of experience with, but he was at least going to attempt to help whoever it was. It was coming from the medic den ironically, and he peaked his head into the cavern, only to see a familiar hybrid laying down on the ground, tears pooling around his face. His sapphire blue optics went wide with shock as he hadn't expected the husky to be in a place like this! What the hell was happening to him? Was he poisoned? The other had come to the medic cavern for an obvious reason. Killua didn't like the thought of anyone dying in Snowbound right now, and his pawsteps made no sound as he arrived at Jacob's side. One of his paws raising into the air as he aimed to press the deadly cold paw onto the canines side trying to smell any blood but not catching any scents. "Jacob? The hell is going on? What happened?" Killua asked quickly and straight to the point. Who would poison someone this late at night? Well if it was Guru he could see that happening, but he would have caught someone's scent unless they had the same powers that he did. He noticed the herbs that were scattered in certain areas. The canine had been looking for something. He clenched his jaw as he didn't know enough about herbs, but if he knew what it looked like he could easily conjure up the herb that Jacob would need at no cost to Snowbound. "What herb were you looking for?" Killua questioned again, his voice calm as he wasn't at the point of panicking just yet. How had no one found Jacob yet with all the commotion?
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO
