05-14-2018, 03:28 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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He was an older brother. Killua himself had a family of his own, one that he didn't really want to associate with, but no matter who they were, they were still family. At least to him, as he knew no matter what he did he would never fully be able to get away from them. The assassin had no reason to try and take care of his older siblings because they were the ones that were doing that to him instead. Although, he doubted Milluki was considered to be a model big brother considering the last time he had been around the other he had attacked him and then before that he had left Killua to die when he was bitten by a venomous snake. It was horrible yes, but he guessed that's what came with the job. Trust no one. Not even the family that had raised him into what he was today. Illumi was his older brother, but he was far from being a model brother considering everything that the black tiger had done to him throughout his life. The other had carved into his flesh and tortured him in more ways than one when he was just a kitten. Not to mention when the other had sought him out while he was in the clans and had nearly dragged him away when he had figured out what he wanted his goal for once to be. It pissed him off, but more than anything it made him afraid of his oldest brother because of what the professional assassin was capable of. More capable than he was of course. Then there was his younger brother, Kalluto. He wasn't sure what to really think of his younger brother. Should he try to teach him things and be the older brother that he considered himself to be? Killua was never really given a chance as his older brother constantly hung around his mother, and Killua wasn't even going to go close toward the hag. He couldn't stomach really having a conversation with his mother when the cougar just became obsessive about what he said in a matter of seconds. It was annoying, and frustrating at the same time, so he just avoided them all together.
He cared about his younger brother, because maybe if he had been there more for him, the other wouldn't have to deal with the tortures like the rest of them did. Killua wanted the best for really anyone that he did come across. He didn't try to hold a grudge against those that he came across because it would be a major waste of his time in the end. The assassin didn't want anyone to go through what he went through, or even remotely that similar. He wanted those that were younger than him to have happy lives. He wanted London to be happy. He never wanted to see those that he cared about with a frown on their face. Killua had made that his goal for right now, but he was doing it more for others than for really himself. Someone could call him selfish and he would try to prove them wrong because he didn't consider himself to be despite the fact that he was. Killua felt that with Harrison, the other was a younger brother in his eyes. Despite the way, he acted toward him, but he acted almost like a teacher when he dealt with the dark domestic cat. He would scold him for getting himself in danger and trouble because he didn't want to see Harrison hurt. Yet, if his family decided to pay a visit, would he be able to stop himself from killing someone like Harrison? Considering how his night terror ended up playing out, he wasn't so sure on that notion. Killua wasn't the type to keep track of everyone's movements unless he thought of them as a threat in that regard. Instead, he would just leave everyone to their own devices and if something came up he would know about considering how observant he was with everyone. So, when he had stopped to rest after getting himself injured Killua didn't know that Harrison had been around less frequently. Too many faces to keep track of could also mean that they blended into one another if he wasn't paying attention enough. The wildcat blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he was walking through the snow. He was going to camp for the first time today because he felt like there was something he needed to do. Koru was wrapped around his neck, albeit loosely so that he wouldn't end up shifting the bandages that were wrapped around his throat. It had been a while since Killua had the albino black mamba with him. As he started to near the camp, he heard voices that were coming from it. Was he missing out on something? As he neared, he realized that the voices had a certain tone to them.
They were sounding panicked. His metal claws unsheathed themselves into the snow as he moved into a sprint, not smelling any blood coming from the camp so no one was injured. At least to his knowledge of the smells he was carefully checking. Killua skidded into the cave, not even remotely panting as he looked at the scared look on Jacob's face as the other attempted to try and continue walking. Something was wrong. His ears caught the name Harrison, and he felt his blood run cold. No expression was seen on his face to express how much of a panic he was putting himself into. Something happened to Harrison. His ears pinned against the back of his skull as he rushed out from the rest of the group that was around to where he knew that Harrison stayed thanks to his nightly patrol while everyone was asleep. The albino serval skidded to a stop near all of Harrison's belonging, trying to figure out the clues that the scene had left him. There was no struggle, but that wouldn't surprise him because there were no scents of enemies clans. Instead, it was the scent of a loner. Good. He wouldn't feel bad if he had to kill a loner. There were no lights in Killua's eyes as he analyzed the situation, opening his jaws to let the scents touch the gland in the back of his throat. He then kept his head lowered as he made his way out of the cave without even saying a word. The scent was leaving the territory. Once he realized the direction, he went back toward the rest of the group. "It wasn't some predator that took him. If it had been, it would have killed him in the cave. The scent doesn't belong to any of the other clans so it meant that a loner took him out of the territory. This works in our favor because there are only so many places for a loner to go between all of the clan territories. The scent will fade away completely if we don't work fast. I'll scout ahead as I'll be faster than the rest of you. I'll find him." At the last part of his sentence, his jaw clenched and the temperature of the cave seemed to drop down a couple of degrees. There was a threat in his voice. He wanted to kill whoever took Harrison. Would he? He would try his damned best to. He turned himself around, and without even saying another word, the wildcat seemed to completely disappear, as he teleported in the direction that the scent was going.
He cared about his younger brother, because maybe if he had been there more for him, the other wouldn't have to deal with the tortures like the rest of them did. Killua wanted the best for really anyone that he did come across. He didn't try to hold a grudge against those that he came across because it would be a major waste of his time in the end. The assassin didn't want anyone to go through what he went through, or even remotely that similar. He wanted those that were younger than him to have happy lives. He wanted London to be happy. He never wanted to see those that he cared about with a frown on their face. Killua had made that his goal for right now, but he was doing it more for others than for really himself. Someone could call him selfish and he would try to prove them wrong because he didn't consider himself to be despite the fact that he was. Killua felt that with Harrison, the other was a younger brother in his eyes. Despite the way, he acted toward him, but he acted almost like a teacher when he dealt with the dark domestic cat. He would scold him for getting himself in danger and trouble because he didn't want to see Harrison hurt. Yet, if his family decided to pay a visit, would he be able to stop himself from killing someone like Harrison? Considering how his night terror ended up playing out, he wasn't so sure on that notion. Killua wasn't the type to keep track of everyone's movements unless he thought of them as a threat in that regard. Instead, he would just leave everyone to their own devices and if something came up he would know about considering how observant he was with everyone. So, when he had stopped to rest after getting himself injured Killua didn't know that Harrison had been around less frequently. Too many faces to keep track of could also mean that they blended into one another if he wasn't paying attention enough. The wildcat blinked his sapphire blue eyes as he was walking through the snow. He was going to camp for the first time today because he felt like there was something he needed to do. Koru was wrapped around his neck, albeit loosely so that he wouldn't end up shifting the bandages that were wrapped around his throat. It had been a while since Killua had the albino black mamba with him. As he started to near the camp, he heard voices that were coming from it. Was he missing out on something? As he neared, he realized that the voices had a certain tone to them.
They were sounding panicked. His metal claws unsheathed themselves into the snow as he moved into a sprint, not smelling any blood coming from the camp so no one was injured. At least to his knowledge of the smells he was carefully checking. Killua skidded into the cave, not even remotely panting as he looked at the scared look on Jacob's face as the other attempted to try and continue walking. Something was wrong. His ears caught the name Harrison, and he felt his blood run cold. No expression was seen on his face to express how much of a panic he was putting himself into. Something happened to Harrison. His ears pinned against the back of his skull as he rushed out from the rest of the group that was around to where he knew that Harrison stayed thanks to his nightly patrol while everyone was asleep. The albino serval skidded to a stop near all of Harrison's belonging, trying to figure out the clues that the scene had left him. There was no struggle, but that wouldn't surprise him because there were no scents of enemies clans. Instead, it was the scent of a loner. Good. He wouldn't feel bad if he had to kill a loner. There were no lights in Killua's eyes as he analyzed the situation, opening his jaws to let the scents touch the gland in the back of his throat. He then kept his head lowered as he made his way out of the cave without even saying a word. The scent was leaving the territory. Once he realized the direction, he went back toward the rest of the group. "It wasn't some predator that took him. If it had been, it would have killed him in the cave. The scent doesn't belong to any of the other clans so it meant that a loner took him out of the territory. This works in our favor because there are only so many places for a loner to go between all of the clan territories. The scent will fade away completely if we don't work fast. I'll scout ahead as I'll be faster than the rest of you. I'll find him." At the last part of his sentence, his jaw clenched and the temperature of the cave seemed to drop down a couple of degrees. There was a threat in his voice. He wanted to kill whoever took Harrison. Would he? He would try his damned best to. He turned himself around, and without even saying another word, the wildcat seemed to completely disappear, as he teleported in the direction that the scent was going.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO