05-14-2018, 05:41 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Birthdays were always a strange concept to the wildcat. The simple factor was that their family didn't even remotely celebrate birthdays in the first place. He remembered his father telling him that ultimately it was a waste of time and that there was no need to waste time when there was money to be made from their jobs that they took on in the first place. Killua of course wasn't old enough to have his own birthdays, but his two oldest brothers were and he wondered what it would be like to have his family actually throw a birthday party for all of them. He had no clue what a birthday party was until he came to the clans, obviously something that he didn't really expect from creatures that when he first looked at them thinking that all of them were idiots and were wasting their time. Killua realized that what they were doing was out of respect to those that they did know, and that they were happy that whoever they were celebrating was still alive. That seemed to be a major factor that changed Killua's perception on how the clans dealt with what they did for one another. If his own family had decided to put on a birthday party, he could only imagine how awful it would be. There would probably be some sort of hidden agenda for the party and it would be used as a test of skill. That's what it had always been for the family, as there was no such thing as taking a break from their training either. Killua remembered when they used to eat with each other with the prey that was caught for them by the butlers. Sometimes it was prey, or sometimes it was actually human food that they would end up eating. Killua had lost track of the times where his mother had poisoned his food just to teach him a lesson not to trust the food that he was being given by his own family. It was annoying yes, and it was one of the main reasons that he decided to eat by himself, and barely trusted the food that anyone would give him. Sure, he was immune to most negative effects when it came to poison but that didn't mean it was anything pleasant for him to go through. He would like to avoid the effects as much as possible. Would Killua make it to his first birthday? Probably, as he wasn't going to die in the place like the clans, and he knew that his family wouldn't kill him either unless he did something absolutely terrible.
If anything, they would protect him from some threats just to make sure that he stayed alive because he was the most important one in the family after all. Birthday's still confused him to this day, and he hadn't seen one in the clans all that much. He blinked his sapphire blue optics as he came out of one of the tunnels from the caves, seeing two familiar figures standing at the entrance of the cave. The albino serval would stop a good distance away as he looked at the two, wondering what was happening. Killua had already seen the looks that Pierce had given him time and time again, but it wasn't to the point that the other probably remembered who he was. Killua did, and he remembered how much he disliked the guy, but since Pierce wasn't around that much that meant he didn't have to worry about getting pissed off that much. He flicked one of his large white ears as he debated going around Mel and Pierce when the smell of cookies caught his attention. His presence would probably ruin the mood, but he could care less when there were cookies involved anyway. He began to move his way toward the two of them, listening to what the Snowseeker said to Pierce, earning a snort from Killua as he came to stand next to her. His bandages still wrapped around his throat and his right leg as he looked at the cookies that Pierce had. "Does it matter, cookies are still cookies." Killua said with a grin spread across his facial features as he looked at the larger wildcat. Raising one of his paws, he stabbed one of the chocolate chip cookies, sitting himself down as he took a bite out of one of them. "I swear, we should just open up a bakery or something considering how many people can cook here." Killua stated with a grin on his facial features, his eyes landing on Pierce for a couple seconds to show the other serval that he wasn't ignoring him. It was almost as if he was complimenting the serval on his cooking, using his salmon-hued tongue to lick away some of the chocolate that was on his lip. It was one skill that Pierce had that Killua didn't, because he couldn't cook well enough even if he tried. He would be horrible at it.
If anything, they would protect him from some threats just to make sure that he stayed alive because he was the most important one in the family after all. Birthday's still confused him to this day, and he hadn't seen one in the clans all that much. He blinked his sapphire blue optics as he came out of one of the tunnels from the caves, seeing two familiar figures standing at the entrance of the cave. The albino serval would stop a good distance away as he looked at the two, wondering what was happening. Killua had already seen the looks that Pierce had given him time and time again, but it wasn't to the point that the other probably remembered who he was. Killua did, and he remembered how much he disliked the guy, but since Pierce wasn't around that much that meant he didn't have to worry about getting pissed off that much. He flicked one of his large white ears as he debated going around Mel and Pierce when the smell of cookies caught his attention. His presence would probably ruin the mood, but he could care less when there were cookies involved anyway. He began to move his way toward the two of them, listening to what the Snowseeker said to Pierce, earning a snort from Killua as he came to stand next to her. His bandages still wrapped around his throat and his right leg as he looked at the cookies that Pierce had. "Does it matter, cookies are still cookies." Killua said with a grin spread across his facial features as he looked at the larger wildcat. Raising one of his paws, he stabbed one of the chocolate chip cookies, sitting himself down as he took a bite out of one of them. "I swear, we should just open up a bakery or something considering how many people can cook here." Killua stated with a grin on his facial features, his eyes landing on Pierce for a couple seconds to show the other serval that he wasn't ignoring him. It was almost as if he was complimenting the serval on his cooking, using his salmon-hued tongue to lick away some of the chocolate that was on his lip. It was one skill that Pierce had that Killua didn't, because he couldn't cook well enough even if he tried. He would be horrible at it.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO
