05-14-2018, 05:18 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(*hugs*)
All clans were basically similar but also the same in certain regards. Killua had experience when it came to the clans, but that didn't mean that he fit into them all that well either. The assassin was still getting used to the social aspect of the clans and was still struggling with the voice that was still in his head. The wildcat knew that eventually something would go his way, but he also knew it was only a matter of time before his family actually got involved with the clans and that would be the worst case scenario for everyone. Killua wasn't sure if he still liked the way some of the clans worked with one another, and the fact that some of them pissed him off was another factor. When he first met the clans, he considered all of them to be nothing but massive idiots that were wasting their time. They never seemed to be concerned about their own well being, and instead, they were more concerned about the events that they were putting on. Killua thought that they were putting their priorities in the wrong places, and in some instances, he was right when the clan would get attacked and they weren't prepared for it. Killua was definitely in awe with the number of clans there were in certain areas, and how all of them lived in different territories. However, there were those clans that were power hungry while there were others that were more focused on survival. It was the more power hungry clans that ended up pissing the Zoldyck off because the creatures that lived in that clan believed that they were the strongest that there was ever going to be. What he would have given to be able to laugh in their face on that comment because the clans were far from strong. No matter what clan he ended up going to, he was always considered to be the strongest in that group. Which usually made other's uneasy considering that if he was ever to go off the rails, no one would really be able to stop him in that regard. Killua understood their fear with that, but it was their own fault for being too lenient when it came to the creatures that joined the clans. It made little to no sense as to why letting anyone basically walk in was a good idea in the first place. It was idiotic and the plan usually backfired. Especially when he was just let into the clan without any issue and then the clan started to find corpses on the border. The clans didn't really seem to care about his attitude as long as he was around enough, to the point where they would even begin to promote him for whatever reason. Despite the fact that he wasn't really doing his job and didn't care about working with the clans at the time either. Clanners never really seem to think twice before putting a plan to action, and it's because of that most of their plans end up failing. Killua wasn't even sure now if he was willing to help the group with a plan if they actually were going to end up attacking another group. Which there wasn't all that much to attack all things considering but still. Killua wasn't like that anymore, as he knew that the clans had something that he didn't have. A family mentality. The albino serval didn't know what it was like to openly trust those that they encountered in the clans and to be able to enjoy life.
While he was constantly thinking about when his family would rear their ugly heads and ruin his life and what the clan was doing as a whole. It was stressful, and he wasn't about to talk to other creatures that were about to spill his secrets to those around him. He wouldn't stand a chance. Killua didn't think all the clans were stupid, but if they tried to pull a fast one on him, then they were going to have another thing coming. He was a professional strategist and wouldn't be mocked by the knowledge that a clan that doesn't fight has. He was probably the strongest fighter in the clan right now, he held that title over his head carefully. He needed to remain the strongest if other's were going to take him seriously thanks to his age. After spending months of his lives in the clans though, he simply got used to their antics where he ignored all the dumb choices that they ended up making. One of the current dumb choices that had been made in Snowbound was making Typhoon an ally. Something that the rest of those that were Snowbound seemed to have no issue dealing with at all. Like the previous clan, all of them seemed to be like sheep, not thinking about the consequences to their decisions until it was too late as they would follow their leader to the ends of the world. Killua wasn't like that though, and he would openly have his opinion against the clans, which usually got him into trouble. But right now as long as the Typhoon didn't try anything then he wouldn't think too much about it. Like the domestic cat, Killua didn't mind the cold despite the species he was. Servals more accustomed to warmer climates than the likes of a tundra that they were living on right now. Well, more like they were living in a forest, that was surrounded by tundra in the end. Having practically grown up in colder climates, living on the top of a massive mountain certainly helps, his fur had adapted to growing out longer to keep him warm. He also didn't have to worry about the weather thanks to the power that he has in the first place. His air elementals capable of changing the temperature of the air around him. He quite enjoys the snow on the factor that it provides good camouflage thanks to his albinism. He wasn't the only albino that lived in Snowbound, but his pelt was better suited compared to London who still had her spots as a clouded leopard. The wildcat's wounds were still healing thanks to the most recent night terror he had survived, and he wasn't about to sit around and wait till he was completely healed either. The young male wanted to get around and find strangers on the border so that he could have someone to talk to instead of listening to the voice in the back of his head. Killua used his air elementals to make it so that no one could catch his scent and made it so that his movements were completely silent. It was one of his most used power, and very few animals that lived in the clan even knew about said power. He kept everything about himself that could be used against him away from the ears of those that he was living with. He didn't trust everyone after all.
His metal claws sank into the bark of the branch that he was standing on, his eyes scanning the ground. He was near the border and was doing his usual rounds despite the bandages that wrapped tightly around his right arm and his throat. He leaped from branch to branch when he saw figures in the distance as he looked between the branches. Was someone joining? Killua stopped on a branch that was ten feet above the ground and was directly above the group. There was a domestic cat that was white and red, an interesting color combination, but probably not something that would help him hunt in an area like this. He was able to catch a majority of the conversation. Izuku knew this guy? Had this been the one that Izuku was talking about that he got separated with? The Snowstriker laid himself down on the branch he was on, his long metal claws still unsheathed so that he wouldn't fall off the tree he was on. He flicked one of his large white ears as he memorized the domestic cat's name. Todoroki. A Japanese name. Did this guy also speak Japanese? A grin spread across his jaws as he opened his mouth to speak, wondering if the other would be taken surprise by his sudden presence out of nowhere. "Anata wa budō ga hanashite ita monodeshita" Killua sounded like he was teasing the other while he spoke, a smirk spread across his facial features now. Killua had created a ton of different food-based nicknames just to address Izuku as. It was always fun to see the other's reactions to them. "I wish there was an initiation. Would mean we could make you do something ridiculous. But nope, you basically can do whatever you want in Snowbound now." The young albino serval said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. Todoroki could do whatever he wanted now in the territory, and Killua wouldn't really care as long as he wasn't here trying to kill someone.
(Translation: So you were the one Grape was talking about)
All clans were basically similar but also the same in certain regards. Killua had experience when it came to the clans, but that didn't mean that he fit into them all that well either. The assassin was still getting used to the social aspect of the clans and was still struggling with the voice that was still in his head. The wildcat knew that eventually something would go his way, but he also knew it was only a matter of time before his family actually got involved with the clans and that would be the worst case scenario for everyone. Killua wasn't sure if he still liked the way some of the clans worked with one another, and the fact that some of them pissed him off was another factor. When he first met the clans, he considered all of them to be nothing but massive idiots that were wasting their time. They never seemed to be concerned about their own well being, and instead, they were more concerned about the events that they were putting on. Killua thought that they were putting their priorities in the wrong places, and in some instances, he was right when the clan would get attacked and they weren't prepared for it. Killua was definitely in awe with the number of clans there were in certain areas, and how all of them lived in different territories. However, there were those clans that were power hungry while there were others that were more focused on survival. It was the more power hungry clans that ended up pissing the Zoldyck off because the creatures that lived in that clan believed that they were the strongest that there was ever going to be. What he would have given to be able to laugh in their face on that comment because the clans were far from strong. No matter what clan he ended up going to, he was always considered to be the strongest in that group. Which usually made other's uneasy considering that if he was ever to go off the rails, no one would really be able to stop him in that regard. Killua understood their fear with that, but it was their own fault for being too lenient when it came to the creatures that joined the clans. It made little to no sense as to why letting anyone basically walk in was a good idea in the first place. It was idiotic and the plan usually backfired. Especially when he was just let into the clan without any issue and then the clan started to find corpses on the border. The clans didn't really seem to care about his attitude as long as he was around enough, to the point where they would even begin to promote him for whatever reason. Despite the fact that he wasn't really doing his job and didn't care about working with the clans at the time either. Clanners never really seem to think twice before putting a plan to action, and it's because of that most of their plans end up failing. Killua wasn't even sure now if he was willing to help the group with a plan if they actually were going to end up attacking another group. Which there wasn't all that much to attack all things considering but still. Killua wasn't like that anymore, as he knew that the clans had something that he didn't have. A family mentality. The albino serval didn't know what it was like to openly trust those that they encountered in the clans and to be able to enjoy life.
While he was constantly thinking about when his family would rear their ugly heads and ruin his life and what the clan was doing as a whole. It was stressful, and he wasn't about to talk to other creatures that were about to spill his secrets to those around him. He wouldn't stand a chance. Killua didn't think all the clans were stupid, but if they tried to pull a fast one on him, then they were going to have another thing coming. He was a professional strategist and wouldn't be mocked by the knowledge that a clan that doesn't fight has. He was probably the strongest fighter in the clan right now, he held that title over his head carefully. He needed to remain the strongest if other's were going to take him seriously thanks to his age. After spending months of his lives in the clans though, he simply got used to their antics where he ignored all the dumb choices that they ended up making. One of the current dumb choices that had been made in Snowbound was making Typhoon an ally. Something that the rest of those that were Snowbound seemed to have no issue dealing with at all. Like the previous clan, all of them seemed to be like sheep, not thinking about the consequences to their decisions until it was too late as they would follow their leader to the ends of the world. Killua wasn't like that though, and he would openly have his opinion against the clans, which usually got him into trouble. But right now as long as the Typhoon didn't try anything then he wouldn't think too much about it. Like the domestic cat, Killua didn't mind the cold despite the species he was. Servals more accustomed to warmer climates than the likes of a tundra that they were living on right now. Well, more like they were living in a forest, that was surrounded by tundra in the end. Having practically grown up in colder climates, living on the top of a massive mountain certainly helps, his fur had adapted to growing out longer to keep him warm. He also didn't have to worry about the weather thanks to the power that he has in the first place. His air elementals capable of changing the temperature of the air around him. He quite enjoys the snow on the factor that it provides good camouflage thanks to his albinism. He wasn't the only albino that lived in Snowbound, but his pelt was better suited compared to London who still had her spots as a clouded leopard. The wildcat's wounds were still healing thanks to the most recent night terror he had survived, and he wasn't about to sit around and wait till he was completely healed either. The young male wanted to get around and find strangers on the border so that he could have someone to talk to instead of listening to the voice in the back of his head. Killua used his air elementals to make it so that no one could catch his scent and made it so that his movements were completely silent. It was one of his most used power, and very few animals that lived in the clan even knew about said power. He kept everything about himself that could be used against him away from the ears of those that he was living with. He didn't trust everyone after all.
His metal claws sank into the bark of the branch that he was standing on, his eyes scanning the ground. He was near the border and was doing his usual rounds despite the bandages that wrapped tightly around his right arm and his throat. He leaped from branch to branch when he saw figures in the distance as he looked between the branches. Was someone joining? Killua stopped on a branch that was ten feet above the ground and was directly above the group. There was a domestic cat that was white and red, an interesting color combination, but probably not something that would help him hunt in an area like this. He was able to catch a majority of the conversation. Izuku knew this guy? Had this been the one that Izuku was talking about that he got separated with? The Snowstriker laid himself down on the branch he was on, his long metal claws still unsheathed so that he wouldn't fall off the tree he was on. He flicked one of his large white ears as he memorized the domestic cat's name. Todoroki. A Japanese name. Did this guy also speak Japanese? A grin spread across his jaws as he opened his mouth to speak, wondering if the other would be taken surprise by his sudden presence out of nowhere. "Anata wa budō ga hanashite ita monodeshita" Killua sounded like he was teasing the other while he spoke, a smirk spread across his facial features now. Killua had created a ton of different food-based nicknames just to address Izuku as. It was always fun to see the other's reactions to them. "I wish there was an initiation. Would mean we could make you do something ridiculous. But nope, you basically can do whatever you want in Snowbound now." The young albino serval said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. Todoroki could do whatever he wanted now in the territory, and Killua wouldn't really care as long as he wasn't here trying to kill someone.
(Translation: So you were the one Grape was talking about)
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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