03-24-2018, 09:52 PM
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KILLUA
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(Please note that Killua does not smell like anything thanks to his air elementals so no one will be able to tell he's currently living in Snowbound! Also the last paragraph is the only one that really matters!)
He was going to have to get his bearings sooner or later. Sure he wasn't completely healed just yet after what his older brother had done to him, but he knew that he could at least hold up to his own for the time being. Besides, from what he gathered these places were just forming so he didn't really considering them much of a threat. He had been there when the second clan that he joined was just starting up and for half of the time he was practically alone to do whatever the hell he wanted. Which got boring quite quickly because the reason he had left the original clan that he had first appeared in was because there was nothing left for him there and he was going to have to run from his family like always. It was always his family that was being the problem and nothing else. It was exhausting and he just wished that they would leave him the hell alone instead of bugging him to do something that he didn't want. The assassin just wanted to have a normal life as a kid for as long as he had left of actually being a kid. Considering how young he was, he certainly had quite a few titles to his name. He almost became deputy of a clan twice just because he was around, and then he became a deputy of the second clan that he was starting to consider his home until someone came along and took over the clan. Everyone acted like it was perfectly okay despite the other having lied to their faces, and then he was demoted for his actions. No, he hadn't wanted to be the leader or anything of the sorts. All the thoughts about ranks completely bored him to every extent, but it didn't mean he would turn one down if he could put it to some use. Having grown up only knowing how to kill others meant that he was terrible when it came to social interactions. Some animals were willing to give him a chance and see past the words that he was always saying. While the other half would be quick to try and go at his throats in the second that he decided to open his mouth. It sucked for them that he was always ten times stronger than they could ever hope to be in their lifetime. They could talk about him all they wanted, especially in the clan that he had just recently left, and yet they would still do nothing to try and physically fight him. Probably the best idea that the clanners could ever really come up with. Since he was forced to leave the place that he was considering to be his home. Especially with those that he was actually starting to bond with for once in his life, he didn't know what his next plan would be next. Yes he was running away from his brother, and he was terrified of him. The only thing that the young male was actually terrified of. He didn't want to see the tiger for as long as possible, and keeping himself in a small group such as these groups that were around would be a great idea.
Killua wasn't able to gather a huge amount of information considering that very few were known about the clans. At least from the members that were currenetly in the clans. What was this place called anyway? He didn't really care. His habit was for him to go around and gather as much information as much as possible to be able to see what groups were what. And which ones were probably going to be the problem. Killua never really got along with those that dealt with nothing but trying to kill others. He considered all of them to have the same personalities, and always found them extremely weak. Having killed leaders that belonged to massive groups compared to this one, he doubted that he would really run into trouble at the moment. He had to admit, that they had a good strategy when it came to those approaching their island. There was practically only one entrance unless someone wanted to swim to it, but he wasn't about to get his long fur wet just yet. the albino serval walked along the railroad tracks, and for some reason, he felt like he had been on railroad tracks before. But decided to ignore it for now. His pawsteps were completely silent as he walked thanks to his air elementals cushioning his paws right before he touched the ground so that they didn't make any noise. He didn't really have to worry about an ambush out in the open unless they had invisibility like he did. Oh well. He noticed what seemed to be a massive gate and the familiar scent of a border filtering into his nostrils. Despite his young age, the former deputy was already larger than that of a regular domestic cat. Probably not in complete body mass, but he was at least taller than them. The wildcat sat himself down at the gate, a bored look spread across his facial features as he raised one of his pure white paws and conjured up a raspberry lollipop that he popped into his mouth. His dark sapphire eyes began to look around the area, wondering what kind of interesting beings would approach him. He didn't really have any high expectations though. Killua didn't bother to mention his approach, wondering how long it would actually take them to see him. He was practically like a beacon with his white fur, however. His heavily scarred body not even bothering to try and hide.
He was going to have to get his bearings sooner or later. Sure he wasn't completely healed just yet after what his older brother had done to him, but he knew that he could at least hold up to his own for the time being. Besides, from what he gathered these places were just forming so he didn't really considering them much of a threat. He had been there when the second clan that he joined was just starting up and for half of the time he was practically alone to do whatever the hell he wanted. Which got boring quite quickly because the reason he had left the original clan that he had first appeared in was because there was nothing left for him there and he was going to have to run from his family like always. It was always his family that was being the problem and nothing else. It was exhausting and he just wished that they would leave him the hell alone instead of bugging him to do something that he didn't want. The assassin just wanted to have a normal life as a kid for as long as he had left of actually being a kid. Considering how young he was, he certainly had quite a few titles to his name. He almost became deputy of a clan twice just because he was around, and then he became a deputy of the second clan that he was starting to consider his home until someone came along and took over the clan. Everyone acted like it was perfectly okay despite the other having lied to their faces, and then he was demoted for his actions. No, he hadn't wanted to be the leader or anything of the sorts. All the thoughts about ranks completely bored him to every extent, but it didn't mean he would turn one down if he could put it to some use. Having grown up only knowing how to kill others meant that he was terrible when it came to social interactions. Some animals were willing to give him a chance and see past the words that he was always saying. While the other half would be quick to try and go at his throats in the second that he decided to open his mouth. It sucked for them that he was always ten times stronger than they could ever hope to be in their lifetime. They could talk about him all they wanted, especially in the clan that he had just recently left, and yet they would still do nothing to try and physically fight him. Probably the best idea that the clanners could ever really come up with. Since he was forced to leave the place that he was considering to be his home. Especially with those that he was actually starting to bond with for once in his life, he didn't know what his next plan would be next. Yes he was running away from his brother, and he was terrified of him. The only thing that the young male was actually terrified of. He didn't want to see the tiger for as long as possible, and keeping himself in a small group such as these groups that were around would be a great idea.
Killua wasn't able to gather a huge amount of information considering that very few were known about the clans. At least from the members that were currenetly in the clans. What was this place called anyway? He didn't really care. His habit was for him to go around and gather as much information as much as possible to be able to see what groups were what. And which ones were probably going to be the problem. Killua never really got along with those that dealt with nothing but trying to kill others. He considered all of them to have the same personalities, and always found them extremely weak. Having killed leaders that belonged to massive groups compared to this one, he doubted that he would really run into trouble at the moment. He had to admit, that they had a good strategy when it came to those approaching their island. There was practically only one entrance unless someone wanted to swim to it, but he wasn't about to get his long fur wet just yet. the albino serval walked along the railroad tracks, and for some reason, he felt like he had been on railroad tracks before. But decided to ignore it for now. His pawsteps were completely silent as he walked thanks to his air elementals cushioning his paws right before he touched the ground so that they didn't make any noise. He didn't really have to worry about an ambush out in the open unless they had invisibility like he did. Oh well. He noticed what seemed to be a massive gate and the familiar scent of a border filtering into his nostrils. Despite his young age, the former deputy was already larger than that of a regular domestic cat. Probably not in complete body mass, but he was at least taller than them. The wildcat sat himself down at the gate, a bored look spread across his facial features as he raised one of his pure white paws and conjured up a raspberry lollipop that he popped into his mouth. His dark sapphire eyes began to look around the area, wondering what kind of interesting beings would approach him. He didn't really have any high expectations though. Killua didn't bother to mention his approach, wondering how long it would actually take them to see him. He was practically like a beacon with his white fur, however. His heavily scarred body not even bothering to try and hide.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO