05-17-2018, 07:10 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua had once found the clans confusing when it came to whether or not they would take care of someone or leave them out to die. Some clans would just look at a creature that was dying and wouldn't even bother to help them because there would be no point in the end. Killua knew that was probably the correct move when his morals were skewed back in the day. On top of that, the wildcat didn't see a reason to waste herbs or medical supplies on those that wouldn't join the clans or find themselves helpful. That, and it would mean that they would be put in a bad position if the creature that they were helping were going to ultimately end up trying to kill them because they didn't realize that they were helping someone that could be considered dangerous. This had happened once when he lived in the previous clan for a while and ended up visiting the clan that Stark would end up leading in the future. Killua had come across someone that was just a loner and not part of the clan that was lying bleeding on the ground. He was surprised at that considering that he would have expected someone to finish the job instead of leaving someone to bleed out to death. The creature was a domestic cat that was around his age, and one that probably had a life ahead of him. Despite this, Killua could already tell from the injuries that he had sustained that he wasn't going to make it, at least if a clanner found him it would be a waste of resources. Instead of having someone suffering while they bled out, Killua had opted to simply get rid of the creatures suffering himself, having done it plenty of times before with the jobs that his family had forced him to take while he was younger. Killua had been prepared to take the life of the youth when Circusclown had spotted him and told him to stop. Killua immediately began angrily at the leader, especially since the other shouldn't be so dense to think that the youth was capable of being saved. Killua had tried to get around the leader but didn't find any sort of luck against him either. The wildcat didn't simply get why the leader wanted to save the injured creature that was bound to die anyway. 'You have no right to take the life of someone who's fighting to stay alive'. Were the words that Circusclown had given him that basically changed his life and still affected him to this day. Which is why he felt guilty when he killed out of his frustration and anger now. Killua almost broke down in front of the former leader, making sure to explain to him how Killua had never been taught how important life was. And how everyone that was around today just wanted to live and keep on living.
They wanted to find happiness in the short lifespans that they did have despite all the hardships that they were going through. Killua realized that's what he had been seeking for all this time. Killua wanted to learn what kept the clanners ticking while they lived in war filled groups that were constantly at each others throat one way or another. After Circusclown had told him those words, the assassin had opted to help heal the youth because he knew that the blood loss would be enough to kill him by the time they reached the camp that was a good distance from them. He was quick at work as he managed to clean up the wounds and stop the bleeding using a large number of powers at his disposal. It was from that moment on Killua knew exactly how much he needed Circusclown. The assassin needed to have the other's guidance to figure out what he needed to know in order to live in the clans and live a normal life. Killua wasn't the only one that was seeking out a normal life, as his current friend was trying to seek her own way in life. London had obviously been through some sort of trauma, especially with the way that she dealt with conflicts and constantly apologizing to those around her even if she wasn't the one at fault either. He wasn't going to press her about her past, and honestly just hoped that it would eventually disappear the more they remained friends. But what was he supposed to do as her friend? It was a learning process for both of them, and he was going to have to be patient, which he had plenty of. He was supposed to always have patience, after all, it had been part of the job. Killua couldn't help but let a little grin spread across his facial features when he watched as Stark basically dropped everything onto the ground. He had that reaction with most creatures that weren't used to his presence. There was only one creature that didn't react to him seemingly appearing out of nowhere and that was London. He was used to it, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction that he wasn't getting rusty in that regard. Killua rolled his eyes at the tiger's statement about knocking before entering. But he couldn't help but laugh a little bit at the rest of what the tiger said. He, of course, knew about the different types of books that talked about evolution and different theories. He had been forced to read them as a kit, but he wasn't a complete expert on them anyway. Killua raised one of his stark white paws to gesture with them. "Knock? It's a cave. What am I supposed to do, scrape my claws down on the rock to let you know I'm here? I'm pretty sure that would make you go deaf faster old man." Killua's teasing voice rang out when he spoke to the tiger.
They were constantly making fun of each other, and despite the topic, he was wanting to talk about serious, he couldn't help but make fun of the older male even if it was just a little bit. Killua watched the others body language carefully to see how he was going to react, the other sipping his coffee and sitting himself down. The young assassin made his way further into the cave, his pawsteps making no sound but he still kept his distance from Stark like he did everyone else. The albino serval wasn't showing that he was nervous, and he probably would never show that he was. At the mention of it being cold, Killua let out a low huff. "When isn't it cold? And besides, you could probably make yourself something to keep you warm." Killua stated calmly instead of teasing the other this time. But there was still a lot left unsaid, and as the silence between them began to grow he noticed the change in Stark's body language as he began to shift himself a little bit more. Did it finally click in the tiger's head? It had to. He doubted Stark was that dense not to realize what he was talking about. The albino serval sat himself down onto the ground, his claws sheathed as far as they would go, which meant the tips of the metal were still going to be seen. Killua raised one of his paws and adjusted the bandage that was around his throat before his gaze was directed toward the ground instead of the tiger. "Neh... When you called me 'son'..... did you really mean it?" His voice was filled with nothing but confusion, and despite this, his body language looked completely normal and relaxed. Completely different to what his inner mind was working with right now. He didn't raise his head to look up at the larger wildcat, and instead, he would simply wait for the other's vocal response.
They wanted to find happiness in the short lifespans that they did have despite all the hardships that they were going through. Killua realized that's what he had been seeking for all this time. Killua wanted to learn what kept the clanners ticking while they lived in war filled groups that were constantly at each others throat one way or another. After Circusclown had told him those words, the assassin had opted to help heal the youth because he knew that the blood loss would be enough to kill him by the time they reached the camp that was a good distance from them. He was quick at work as he managed to clean up the wounds and stop the bleeding using a large number of powers at his disposal. It was from that moment on Killua knew exactly how much he needed Circusclown. The assassin needed to have the other's guidance to figure out what he needed to know in order to live in the clans and live a normal life. Killua wasn't the only one that was seeking out a normal life, as his current friend was trying to seek her own way in life. London had obviously been through some sort of trauma, especially with the way that she dealt with conflicts and constantly apologizing to those around her even if she wasn't the one at fault either. He wasn't going to press her about her past, and honestly just hoped that it would eventually disappear the more they remained friends. But what was he supposed to do as her friend? It was a learning process for both of them, and he was going to have to be patient, which he had plenty of. He was supposed to always have patience, after all, it had been part of the job. Killua couldn't help but let a little grin spread across his facial features when he watched as Stark basically dropped everything onto the ground. He had that reaction with most creatures that weren't used to his presence. There was only one creature that didn't react to him seemingly appearing out of nowhere and that was London. He was used to it, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction that he wasn't getting rusty in that regard. Killua rolled his eyes at the tiger's statement about knocking before entering. But he couldn't help but laugh a little bit at the rest of what the tiger said. He, of course, knew about the different types of books that talked about evolution and different theories. He had been forced to read them as a kit, but he wasn't a complete expert on them anyway. Killua raised one of his stark white paws to gesture with them. "Knock? It's a cave. What am I supposed to do, scrape my claws down on the rock to let you know I'm here? I'm pretty sure that would make you go deaf faster old man." Killua's teasing voice rang out when he spoke to the tiger.
They were constantly making fun of each other, and despite the topic, he was wanting to talk about serious, he couldn't help but make fun of the older male even if it was just a little bit. Killua watched the others body language carefully to see how he was going to react, the other sipping his coffee and sitting himself down. The young assassin made his way further into the cave, his pawsteps making no sound but he still kept his distance from Stark like he did everyone else. The albino serval wasn't showing that he was nervous, and he probably would never show that he was. At the mention of it being cold, Killua let out a low huff. "When isn't it cold? And besides, you could probably make yourself something to keep you warm." Killua stated calmly instead of teasing the other this time. But there was still a lot left unsaid, and as the silence between them began to grow he noticed the change in Stark's body language as he began to shift himself a little bit more. Did it finally click in the tiger's head? It had to. He doubted Stark was that dense not to realize what he was talking about. The albino serval sat himself down onto the ground, his claws sheathed as far as they would go, which meant the tips of the metal were still going to be seen. Killua raised one of his paws and adjusted the bandage that was around his throat before his gaze was directed toward the ground instead of the tiger. "Neh... When you called me 'son'..... did you really mean it?" His voice was filled with nothing but confusion, and despite this, his body language looked completely normal and relaxed. Completely different to what his inner mind was working with right now. He didn't raise his head to look up at the larger wildcat, and instead, he would simply wait for the other's vocal response.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO