05-14-2018, 10:41 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had a father. His name was Silva Zoldyck and he was probably the greatest assassin in the world along with his grandfather Zeno. Out of everyone that did live in the Zoldyck family, the wildcat only liked two of them, and that was his father and grandfather. He didn't like his older brother Milluki, and he was absolutely afraid of his oldest brother Illumi. He wasn't sure what to think of Kalluto considering that they rarely interacted with each other, not like it really mattered in the end. The wildcat had always looked up to his father based simply on the bother that the other seemed to possess. Killua knew that if he worked hard enough, that eventually he would be up to that strength the same as he was. It would be tough work, but that was the plan that his family had in plans for him. He never considered Silva to be annoying or a horrible person. Hell, if his father was a horrible person than so was he. They were all assassins, and Killua never judged them on the work that they did in their spare time. Silva had always been the one to think of a situation logically, and had taught Killua some nice and valuable lessons while he was a kid, but that was the extent of his fathers parenting. If they ever talked to one another, it simply meant that they were going to be talking about the family business and nothing else. There was never really a father son talk in that regard. Which Killua was somewhat fine with but would have liked to know a little bit more about his father. Besides Illumi, the young assassin spent most of his time talking with Zeno, his grandfather. The other was certainly down to earth, and despite being old he was pretty nice to talk to. He was the only creature that he could complain to that was in the family, although there were times that Killua could complain to the butlers that did whatever they asked. It wasn't the same. He wanted to know what it was like to have a real family and what it was like not to have to hide anything. He didn't hate or despise his father compared to like how he hated Illumi. His father was just doing his job and there was nothing Killua could do to place the blame on the dragon right now. He respected his father in all of the high regards, and the last thing that Killua wanted was to get on the dragon's bad side. He had no idea what types of powers that his father was capbale of, and he knew for a fact that if they ever got into a fight he would get his ass handed to him.
The only father figure that he had a chance to look up to when he finally decided to leave the Zoldyck household was Circusclown. The former of the clan that Stark had become leader of. The other had realized what Killua was, and that he was going through a tough time trying to figure out the ways that their morals worked. The albino serval then got used to being around Circusclown as they would do nothing but constantly mess with each other, but when they did get serious Killua would ask the maine coon for some form of advice with him. The other had taught him some important life lessons that stuck with him even to this day, and the bag of candy that was in the back of his cave in Snowbound was meant that he didn't want to forget what the former leader had done for him in terms of his growth to someone that was better. Growth into someone that wasn't what his family wanted him to be and that's exactly what he wanted to do. Then, Circusclown disappeared when he committed suicide, something that Killua only knew about when Stark had been the one to deliver him the message along with the bag of candy. Killua had been crushed, that Circusclown had killed himself and only left a message behind. What was he supposed to do now? Killua felt alone again despite having his adopted sister that lived with him. Who was he going to ask to for advice? Who was he going to talk to that could relate to what he went through? No one. And that broke Killua a couple days after what he had learned, and he even started to resort to some bad habits. The topic of Stark himself was a complicated one. As soon as Killua had decided to leave the clan that he had started to call his home, he wasn't sure if he would ever see the tiger again. He had abandoned not only the clan that he had worked so hard with but also abandoned his adopted sister after he had gotten injured by Illumi. Putting himself in a panic at the realization that Illumi would simply come back because he wouldn't end up leaving the clans like he was instructed to do. He couldn't do that to any of them and needed to get away before any of them end up getting hurt. So he left, and it felt like his body was ripped in half when he came to the conclusion of what he ended up having to do. He hated it. He HATED it. Recently though, he didn't even all that lonely out of consideration that he now had a friend to turn to when he just wanted to talk or even let off steam in that regard. It was nice to have someone that genuinely wanted to know about him instead of digging for information and not really caring about who he was. The wildcat knew that Stark was pretty close to him, but he wasn't sure what to consider the tiger. Until after he had injured himself, the other had called him 'son'.
Thinking about it at the time, Killua had ignored what the other had said thanks to the fact that his mind was fuzzy, but now that he was thinking about it, it made him not only flustered but also extremely confused. Son? Was that another way he was just talking to others or did Stark really mean it like that? Killua had to be sure because he doubted the other let something like that slip either. The albino's wounds were healing nicely, despite how upset how slow he was at healing right now. The cuts had been clean and he changed his wrappings several times a day so that his wound wouldn't get infected. He flicked one of his large white ears as his paws silently crunched in the snow as he went toward the area where Stark lived. It wasn't exactly hard tracking the tiger's scent, while trying to track himself down was near impossible thanks to the fact that he didn't have any scent tied to him. Killua clenched his throat as he debated several different ways of bringing up the situation, his shortened tail swaying behind him as he approached the opening of Stark's cave. He had arrived just in time to hear the tiger say his last couple of words, which stopped Killua in his tracks. Was the old man talking to himself? Was it important to know what he meant when he said that? The assassin hesitated for a couple moments before silently appearing at the entrance to Stark's cave. Bandages were still wrapped around his throat and his arm as he spoke out, alerting the other to his presence. "Mucking what up?" The question was rhetorical, as the assassin didn't really care how the other was going to answer that. His gaze looked around the cave, having never really seen it before before his gaze turned to look back at the tiger. "Yo. Can I talk to you for a second?" Killua questioned in a calm manner, his facial expression not showing how nervous he was. What was the worst that he could happen? Talking to each other in a serious manner wasn't something that really happened all that often though.
The only father figure that he had a chance to look up to when he finally decided to leave the Zoldyck household was Circusclown. The former of the clan that Stark had become leader of. The other had realized what Killua was, and that he was going through a tough time trying to figure out the ways that their morals worked. The albino serval then got used to being around Circusclown as they would do nothing but constantly mess with each other, but when they did get serious Killua would ask the maine coon for some form of advice with him. The other had taught him some important life lessons that stuck with him even to this day, and the bag of candy that was in the back of his cave in Snowbound was meant that he didn't want to forget what the former leader had done for him in terms of his growth to someone that was better. Growth into someone that wasn't what his family wanted him to be and that's exactly what he wanted to do. Then, Circusclown disappeared when he committed suicide, something that Killua only knew about when Stark had been the one to deliver him the message along with the bag of candy. Killua had been crushed, that Circusclown had killed himself and only left a message behind. What was he supposed to do now? Killua felt alone again despite having his adopted sister that lived with him. Who was he going to ask to for advice? Who was he going to talk to that could relate to what he went through? No one. And that broke Killua a couple days after what he had learned, and he even started to resort to some bad habits. The topic of Stark himself was a complicated one. As soon as Killua had decided to leave the clan that he had started to call his home, he wasn't sure if he would ever see the tiger again. He had abandoned not only the clan that he had worked so hard with but also abandoned his adopted sister after he had gotten injured by Illumi. Putting himself in a panic at the realization that Illumi would simply come back because he wouldn't end up leaving the clans like he was instructed to do. He couldn't do that to any of them and needed to get away before any of them end up getting hurt. So he left, and it felt like his body was ripped in half when he came to the conclusion of what he ended up having to do. He hated it. He HATED it. Recently though, he didn't even all that lonely out of consideration that he now had a friend to turn to when he just wanted to talk or even let off steam in that regard. It was nice to have someone that genuinely wanted to know about him instead of digging for information and not really caring about who he was. The wildcat knew that Stark was pretty close to him, but he wasn't sure what to consider the tiger. Until after he had injured himself, the other had called him 'son'.
Thinking about it at the time, Killua had ignored what the other had said thanks to the fact that his mind was fuzzy, but now that he was thinking about it, it made him not only flustered but also extremely confused. Son? Was that another way he was just talking to others or did Stark really mean it like that? Killua had to be sure because he doubted the other let something like that slip either. The albino's wounds were healing nicely, despite how upset how slow he was at healing right now. The cuts had been clean and he changed his wrappings several times a day so that his wound wouldn't get infected. He flicked one of his large white ears as his paws silently crunched in the snow as he went toward the area where Stark lived. It wasn't exactly hard tracking the tiger's scent, while trying to track himself down was near impossible thanks to the fact that he didn't have any scent tied to him. Killua clenched his throat as he debated several different ways of bringing up the situation, his shortened tail swaying behind him as he approached the opening of Stark's cave. He had arrived just in time to hear the tiger say his last couple of words, which stopped Killua in his tracks. Was the old man talking to himself? Was it important to know what he meant when he said that? The assassin hesitated for a couple moments before silently appearing at the entrance to Stark's cave. Bandages were still wrapped around his throat and his arm as he spoke out, alerting the other to his presence. "Mucking what up?" The question was rhetorical, as the assassin didn't really care how the other was going to answer that. His gaze looked around the cave, having never really seen it before before his gaze turned to look back at the tiger. "Yo. Can I talk to you for a second?" Killua questioned in a calm manner, his facial expression not showing how nervous he was. What was the worst that he could happen? Talking to each other in a serious manner wasn't something that really happened all that often though.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO