05-14-2018, 03:03 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua knew right now he basically had a handicap. If something bad were to happen in Snowbound right now, it was just going to mean that he would be at a disadvantage in any type of fight. Yes, he could make it so that he could use his own toxic blood in the means of a fight, but he didn't exactly want to faint from blood loss either. He had gone over several different defense options for himself in a bad situation, as he always liked to be prepared for everything. If he wasn't, then he was probably as good as dead. The assassin couldn't afford to die at a time like this, and his family probably knew that. He would resist them for as long as he could, and this meant that the wildcat was going to have all of his cards at the ready. In his current condition, it was practically impossible for him to try and train his elemental powers considering that it would just mean that he would char all the exposed flesh across his body as he charged himself up. He couldn't have that happen. The way that his elemental powers worked just meant that it damaged him in the process of using them. It was incredibly painful for him to have several voltages going through his body at once as he called forth the electricity that was practically stored in his body. He, of course, could bare the pain that he was going through, but that didn't mean it hurt any less anyway. The assassin had to be careful with his elemental powers as he knew that he didn't have control over any of them. Killua needed to get stronger, as the fear of hurting those that were around him was still fresh in his mind after his night terror. He knew that if he got stronger he would become more of a threat, but half of him didn't care in that regard because he couldn't just let himself sit back and watch what was happening in the group. It would make him feel weak, and that was what his family was trying to push him to think that he was.
Which was wrong as he was one of the strongest creatures that lived in the clan right now, probably almost all the clans in that regard. Despite his size, he could hold his own, even if he could be reckless but that was rare and far in between. He did have a reputation in the clan, but he wasn't quite sure what everyone else thought of him. He knew that he enjoyed being around Mel and London, but what about everyone else? He had actually quite enjoyed Izuku's company on top of that so that was at least nice. While he had been healing though he hadn't paid much attention to the border and a lot of new members ended up making their presence known before he could approach them. It felt wrong for him not to know everyone there was in the clan. He needed to step up his game, especially with the voice that was beginning to start in his head again and again. Fueling his doubts with each step that he decided to take. He should be resting with his injuries, but what clanner ever followed that command? He could take care of himself and he didn't need anyone's help in his recovery. Having anyone help him during said recovery would just mean that other's would end up having questions that they were bound to ask him. The thought made anxiety build up in his chest, as he always avoided questions about his past as much as possible. The only one that knew about who he was, was London. And right now he didn't trust anyone else with that information. The albino serval blinked his eyes as his paws went silently through the snow as he walked through Snowbound territory. The sun was out and was slowly melting the ice below his feet thanks to the changing seasons as it turned into summer. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen this place during summer and wondered if the territory would actually not have snow for once. That would be a little bit of an annoyance when it came into camouflage, but it wasn't a huge issue that he would have to plan out for in the future. The wildcat flicked one of his large white ears as he turned his head to look at a nearby tree, crouching himself down. He kept himself from wincing in pain as the stitches he had put into his arm stretched as he did this, before leaping onto the lowest branch of the tree. There, he settled himself and made sure he was steady before leaping from branch to branch. He needed to keep himself busy. He had to. While he was in the air, leaping to the next branch, a massive pain radiated through his skull. A painful hiss escaped his jaws as it immediately shook his concentration, and his body collected with the branch, air being knocked out of his lungs.
Killua fell to the ground, the snow cushioning his fall as he coughed to get his breath back. This suck. What the hell had just happened? Killua raised one of his white paws to touch his head where a dull pain pulsated through his skull. He began to look around as he got himself up, making sure there wasn't anyone around to see what had just happened. No one around. Good. Then another feeling interrupted his senses as the ground started to shake. An earthquake? Killua spread his legs as he unsheathed his claws, his sapphire blue optics looking around as he tried to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, something massive landed in front of him, causing Killua to take a large leap backward as he didn't know what this thing was. A familiar scent filtered into his nostrils, and it caused his body to stiffen and his eyes to widen with fear. No. This couldn't be anyone from his family. That was impossible. He was still making sure that he was hidden. His heart rate increased as he started to paint as the mist of snow began to clear from whatever landed in front of him. It was a massive 11ft tall beast that almost reached the top of the pine trees that covered the majority of Snowbound territory. The creature's fur was a dark purple and had the form of a massive canine with a narrow muzzle. Its eyes were almost black but had a small tinge of purple in them. The ears that were perched on its skull resembled that of fox but a lot longer. The fur was shaggy, and could almost be said that it was curled. Muscle and power could be seen expressed by the creature's body. However, this massive beast wasn't a stranger. "Mike?!" Killua questioned in shock as he looked up at the Zoldyck's family guard dog that was right in front of him. What was he doing here?! Mike's eyes resembled that almost like a machine, and there was no emotion spread across his face. The guard dog had been reduced to nothing but a beast that would follow its master's orders. And only the masters. Mike did not move from his spot as Killua approached him, confusion radiating off of his body. "What the hell are you doing here?" Killua would state in a hushed tone, even though he knew the creature couldn't respond to him as it wasn't capable of speech. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he raised his left paw and rubbed the front of his face. He didn't want to deal with this right now.
(Mike's Appearance)
Which was wrong as he was one of the strongest creatures that lived in the clan right now, probably almost all the clans in that regard. Despite his size, he could hold his own, even if he could be reckless but that was rare and far in between. He did have a reputation in the clan, but he wasn't quite sure what everyone else thought of him. He knew that he enjoyed being around Mel and London, but what about everyone else? He had actually quite enjoyed Izuku's company on top of that so that was at least nice. While he had been healing though he hadn't paid much attention to the border and a lot of new members ended up making their presence known before he could approach them. It felt wrong for him not to know everyone there was in the clan. He needed to step up his game, especially with the voice that was beginning to start in his head again and again. Fueling his doubts with each step that he decided to take. He should be resting with his injuries, but what clanner ever followed that command? He could take care of himself and he didn't need anyone's help in his recovery. Having anyone help him during said recovery would just mean that other's would end up having questions that they were bound to ask him. The thought made anxiety build up in his chest, as he always avoided questions about his past as much as possible. The only one that knew about who he was, was London. And right now he didn't trust anyone else with that information. The albino serval blinked his eyes as his paws went silently through the snow as he walked through Snowbound territory. The sun was out and was slowly melting the ice below his feet thanks to the changing seasons as it turned into summer. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen this place during summer and wondered if the territory would actually not have snow for once. That would be a little bit of an annoyance when it came into camouflage, but it wasn't a huge issue that he would have to plan out for in the future. The wildcat flicked one of his large white ears as he turned his head to look at a nearby tree, crouching himself down. He kept himself from wincing in pain as the stitches he had put into his arm stretched as he did this, before leaping onto the lowest branch of the tree. There, he settled himself and made sure he was steady before leaping from branch to branch. He needed to keep himself busy. He had to. While he was in the air, leaping to the next branch, a massive pain radiated through his skull. A painful hiss escaped his jaws as it immediately shook his concentration, and his body collected with the branch, air being knocked out of his lungs.
Killua fell to the ground, the snow cushioning his fall as he coughed to get his breath back. This suck. What the hell had just happened? Killua raised one of his white paws to touch his head where a dull pain pulsated through his skull. He began to look around as he got himself up, making sure there wasn't anyone around to see what had just happened. No one around. Good. Then another feeling interrupted his senses as the ground started to shake. An earthquake? Killua spread his legs as he unsheathed his claws, his sapphire blue optics looking around as he tried to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, something massive landed in front of him, causing Killua to take a large leap backward as he didn't know what this thing was. A familiar scent filtered into his nostrils, and it caused his body to stiffen and his eyes to widen with fear. No. This couldn't be anyone from his family. That was impossible. He was still making sure that he was hidden. His heart rate increased as he started to paint as the mist of snow began to clear from whatever landed in front of him. It was a massive 11ft tall beast that almost reached the top of the pine trees that covered the majority of Snowbound territory. The creature's fur was a dark purple and had the form of a massive canine with a narrow muzzle. Its eyes were almost black but had a small tinge of purple in them. The ears that were perched on its skull resembled that of fox but a lot longer. The fur was shaggy, and could almost be said that it was curled. Muscle and power could be seen expressed by the creature's body. However, this massive beast wasn't a stranger. "Mike?!" Killua questioned in shock as he looked up at the Zoldyck's family guard dog that was right in front of him. What was he doing here?! Mike's eyes resembled that almost like a machine, and there was no emotion spread across his face. The guard dog had been reduced to nothing but a beast that would follow its master's orders. And only the masters. Mike did not move from his spot as Killua approached him, confusion radiating off of his body. "What the hell are you doing here?" Killua would state in a hushed tone, even though he knew the creature couldn't respond to him as it wasn't capable of speech. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he raised his left paw and rubbed the front of his face. He didn't want to deal with this right now.
(Mike's Appearance)
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO