05-22-2018, 12:09 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Something was wrong. But that wasn't the issue. The real issue was why he didn't know what was wrong and why he felt the way that he did. Was it because of all the stuff that was recently happening? Or something else? He hadn't exactly done anything amazing the past couple of days and had no reason to. The wildcat had just been going about his day making sure that he wasn't opening the wounds that he had given himself. The young male had paid close attention to the wounds that he had given himself almost a week ago. Maybe even longer ago. He couldn't remember as it seemed like time was starting to blur between everything. It was annoying to say the least, but his temper hadn't exactly been in the best place since a certain someone had arrived. The large beast that happened to be the guard dog of his family had managed to find him. Although, Killua believed that it wasn't just a coincidence that the other had managed to find him. There had to be something else. There just had to be because he wouldn't accept the fact that Mike had gone out on his own to try and find him. That wasn't possible. The albino serval knew that Mike followed the commands that were given by his family and nothing else. He would refuse to listen to those that were strangers, and he wouldn't refuse a direct order that was given toward him. This meant if he was going to live the territory that his family was in charge with, it meant that Mike was given an direct order. Depending on who it was from would give him an idea of how bad of a situation he was in. If it was one of his siblings that was allowed to give the guard dog an order, it wouldn't be all that bad. But if it was his grandfather or his father, then there would definitely be an issue that he couldn't back away from. This immediately meant that the Snowstriker was going to end up fairly stressed out trying to figure out what was happening to him and his family. Not only that, but those that he was starting to care about were ultimately going to be put in danger if he wasn't careful. He would need to keep them safe, and that meant that he was going to need to get stronger at the same time. He couldn't afford to get weak and just have his brother walk all over him like he had once done. In the clan that he was forced to leave because he was afraid that the male would destroy the creatures he was drawing so close to. That was all his family wanted for him after all. They wanted him to cooperate. If he did, they would probably be lenient on the things that they would tell him to do. Killua wasn't sure how much he was willing to believe them though as they were all born liars. He knew he was in danger. But he always had been. That was never going to go away as long as his family existed in the first place. He had to keep his family away and that was all there was to it.
The albino serval flicked one of his large white ears as he walked through the snow. It was almost impossible for him to remain silent with the 11ft tall Hellhound that was starting to follow him around now. A pain in his ass, but he could always try to ditch the Hellhound if stealth really needed to become a factor. The assassin needed to work on his form, and as well as doing this he would be able to figure out how strong others were compared to him. Which he considered himself to be one of the strongest in the clan. Other than maybe Lucifer, but the dragon had a large and armored body on his side. Killua had his powers and his claws that were his main weapons, and with the powers that he had he could easily kill someone that was larger than him. He lashed his shortened tail behind him as he flexed his claws into the ground. His jaw clenching and unclenching as there was a pounding in his head that started earlier today. He didn't know what it meant. And it terrified him. Killua wore a frustrated look across his face before finally standing up again. He turned to look over his shoulders, looking into the eyes of the emotionless Hellhound that wasn't capable of feeling emotion. "Mike. Sit. And stay. You got that? Do not move from that spot." Killua growled the command toward the Hellhound, watching as the other seemed to decide that the order seemed to be good enough and actually sit himself down. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he walked a little bit of a distance away from the massive beast, looking over his shoulder once to make sure that the other didn't move. Killua still hadn't healed from his injuries with his night terror, and slightly, blood crusted bandages covered his neck and his right arm. The young male didn't seem to care all that much, as he wanted to let loose some steam. He was more than willing to attack someone that was larger than himself, and if he allowed powers, it meant that the would be able to document the powers that clanmate would have. "Alright. Who wants to spar me? Everything goes. But giving serious injuries probably isn't a good idea." Killua would say calmly. Anyone that fought against him would have every right to come at him like they were trying to kill him. He wouldn't injure those that fought against him though, and more than likely he would just use brunt attacks instead of using his claws. If he used his claws, it wouldn't be much of a battle. He was going to limit himself to a certain amount of powers, and his injuries were bound to slow him down unless he really did want to rip through the stitches that were under the bandages. The pounding in his head didn't stop.
The albino serval flicked one of his large white ears as he walked through the snow. It was almost impossible for him to remain silent with the 11ft tall Hellhound that was starting to follow him around now. A pain in his ass, but he could always try to ditch the Hellhound if stealth really needed to become a factor. The assassin needed to work on his form, and as well as doing this he would be able to figure out how strong others were compared to him. Which he considered himself to be one of the strongest in the clan. Other than maybe Lucifer, but the dragon had a large and armored body on his side. Killua had his powers and his claws that were his main weapons, and with the powers that he had he could easily kill someone that was larger than him. He lashed his shortened tail behind him as he flexed his claws into the ground. His jaw clenching and unclenching as there was a pounding in his head that started earlier today. He didn't know what it meant. And it terrified him. Killua wore a frustrated look across his face before finally standing up again. He turned to look over his shoulders, looking into the eyes of the emotionless Hellhound that wasn't capable of feeling emotion. "Mike. Sit. And stay. You got that? Do not move from that spot." Killua growled the command toward the Hellhound, watching as the other seemed to decide that the order seemed to be good enough and actually sit himself down. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as he walked a little bit of a distance away from the massive beast, looking over his shoulder once to make sure that the other didn't move. Killua still hadn't healed from his injuries with his night terror, and slightly, blood crusted bandages covered his neck and his right arm. The young male didn't seem to care all that much, as he wanted to let loose some steam. He was more than willing to attack someone that was larger than himself, and if he allowed powers, it meant that the would be able to document the powers that clanmate would have. "Alright. Who wants to spar me? Everything goes. But giving serious injuries probably isn't a good idea." Killua would say calmly. Anyone that fought against him would have every right to come at him like they were trying to kill him. He wouldn't injure those that fought against him though, and more than likely he would just use brunt attacks instead of using his claws. If he used his claws, it wouldn't be much of a battle. He was going to limit himself to a certain amount of powers, and his injuries were bound to slow him down unless he really did want to rip through the stitches that were under the bandages. The pounding in his head didn't stop.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO
