04-02-2018, 10:30 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. FIGHT ME)
Killua knew that no matter how far he would end up running, there would always be some sort of animal that was looking to get their paws on some riches if they caught him by surprise. He was a Zoldyck, and unless he was disowned by his family then he would forever remain a Zoldyck. There was also always a chance that he could return to the family business if something didn't end up going his way. Which had been what his father had planned on for the very beginning. His father didn't like the idea of Killua being outside doing whatever the hell he wanted instead of focusing on being a better assassin than his father in the end. His father wanted what was the best for not only him but also for the rest of the family on top of everything else. The wildcat didn't care what his father thought, as he wanted to do the opposite of whatever his family wanted. He didn't want to inherit the damn family business that would have him doing the same thing over and over again over the course of his life. Serval's didn't exactly die at young ages, and they could live up to twenty years, but he also had different bodies that he could shapeshift himself into if he wanted to keep himself living for a longer time. His father was the main brains of the Zoldyck family, and he knew that the way Killua was he was going to end up returning home sooner or later. Killua didn't think he was going to end up returning but he knew that his family were important assets. Something to be bargained for when he was in a pinch, or if he needed them to do something for him. Would he hire someone in his own family? Sometimes that was the case with his family, as everything was business. They didn't care for one another, and if it did seem like they were trying to take care of one another it was for their own benefit and nothing else. Which was how he had been raised by his parents constantly smothering him with everything that he wanted. But constantly drifting his train of thought only to the family and to the job that he was currently dealing with. He had no right to think of anything else out of consideration that he was going to be the heir and they expected him to do everything that they wanted without arguing.
When he was just a kitten he did exactly that just because he didn't know any better. But he soon realized exactly what he had been missing by not going out and exploring more of the world that was around him. Killua greatly respected his father and believed that whatever the dragon said he was true. But the other didn't know everything that he wanted, or what Killua wanted in life for that matter. The other did end up letting him go, without following himself. Killua knew that once his father started to go after him that he didn't have any sort of hope running away from the dragon. If others considered him to be strong, then his father Silva was on an entirely different level than he was at the moment. Sure if he spent the rest of his life training like his father most likely did himself, then he could surpass his father too. But he didn't want to do that. He would be satisfied with his father being the head of the family for the rest of his life. There were only three members of the family that were capable of taking the likes of him on. That being his grandfather, his father, and his older brother Illumi. The rest were weak where he didn't even have to use his powers to completely take them out of commission. Which had been what he did with his older brother Milluki when he stabbed him in the side right before he left the castle. The bastard deserved it for the way he treated him when he was only a kit. Leaving him to die after he ended up getting bit by a snake. Killua wasn't used to receiving any form of affection, and if he did it was in a passive-aggressive form on top of everything else. Usually, it would be from his older brother Illumi, who would pat him on the head, but that was the extent. Any type of physical contact that he got from other animals were usually the violent type, so he refused to stay close to others, his muscle memory acting on its own as it was just always anticipating to be some kind of pain here and there. The assassin never had a hug once in his life, well, maybe once while he was a kit. Either way, if someone had approached him with a hug nowadays, he probably would immediately refuse. Not only because his skin usually remained fairly cold thanks to his air elementals that were constantly on. Then it also came into the factor of the large scars that covered his body that were hidden underneath his white fur. As soon as someone touched him, they would feel raised portions of skin where the scar tissue had formed since he lived in that damned castle. He hated answering questions about his past because he knew exactly what kind of reactions he would end up getting. Clanners were predictable in every way shape and form. Having studied them for a majority of his life, he began to realize why his brother had considered the clans to be full of nothing but barbarians. His brother somewhat correct on the way that the clans just continued to have endless wars with one another because someone looked at them wrong or hurt their feelings. Killua believed even something like that was quite childish in his mind and something quick to get over. Although, he was still a child and if someone was to get on his nerves he would be pretty upset too. Would he involve others in his grudge though? Course not. He would just simply handle it himself. He didn't trust anyone to do the dirty work that he could do all that more efficiently. Killua was quick to notice the domestic cats hesitation after studying him for a couple seconds. Oh? Did the other realize what he was that quickly? It didn't matter considering the fact that they wouldn't be able to trace or track him anywhere as there would be no traces left behind for them to find for a while. Unless he wanted to make his presence known, which could definitely happen in that regard. The other's glare did nothing from him. Killua had received plenty of glares over his childhood of those that he tortured for information.
He was known for pushing the buttons of those that he came across. Some went along with his mocking, while others simply got pissed off for the way that they were talking. The young male paid close attention the strange noises that were coming from the other's body. He had heard that noise before and it certainly wasn't good all things considered. At the other speaking, Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes a little bit at the Tanglewood member. "Oh? And what you rather do? Lemme guess you'd be the type to go out and pillage a village for shits and giggles. What's wrong with trying to get to know others? You're acting as if it was a crime." Killua would let out almost a childish giggle as if he could see the smaller creature running through the forest screaming a battle cry. The thought honestly sounded hilarious to himself, so he couldn't help but give out a short chuckle from the others. He raised one of his paws at the mention of his claws. He knew what knitting now was thanks to Jacob, but other than that he had no idea how to even knit, so the other was out of luck. "Knitting? Nah. But if you wanted I could show you what these clans can do." His voice wasn't threatening when he talked. Instead, he was actually quite calm as he spoke looking at his paw. It made no difference to him whether or not the other would end up taking what he said as a threat anyway. It was obvious that no matter whatever the hell he said as the other was going to find any sort of reason to be pissed off at him anyway. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as the others arguing was just starting to annoy the serval at this point. Were clans still this clueless as to one would hide their presence in the first place? He obviously had stated that he wasn't from around here, and that meat he probably wouldn't have the scent of any of the groups nearby either. "You think I'm that much of an idiot? Obviously because of the fact that there are groups like you that are out here that even if I look at you the wrong way you'll probably send a patrol or something running out of me because I hurt your itty bitty feelings. Precautions. I'm not about to have my ass chewed and would like to see another day. And I wasn't going to plan on giving them any chocolate if they were just going to end up getting sick from it! The area I'm from around it seems like everyone is healthy eating as much chocolate as they carried, which is why I asked before I even gave them any." Killua made sure to make his point clear when he spoke. Did the other think he was that dense? Killua always came to a situation that was prepared. A chuckle escaped the other's jaws as the other had agreed that he did have a stick up his ass. Good to know that the other didn't know how to calm himself down and have a good time. Although Killua was a hypocrite in the matter that he constantly had to keep himself busy and didn't know when to stop himself. "High horse? Not really. I'm just stating a logical fact here while you try to come up with a reason as to why I shouldn't be here, on the land that no one owns." Killua stated calmly as he raised one of his paws and took out another piece of chocolate. Throwing it into his mouth without a care in the world. He had a reason not to care after all.
He doubted the other would really be able to do that much to him, especially with the powers that he had in the first place. The wildcat ears twitched as he heard the other start to move. The box of chocolates seemed to disappear completely as he got up onto his paws to meet the challenge that he knew was bound to be coming. He now had a smirk on his face as he was expecting the other to actually fight him right about now since they were standing on the same branch. "Now just so you know-" Killua's voice was immediately cut off. He had begun to raise his paw in a means of dramatic effect before he would end up landing the first hit. The last thing he had expected was for his lips to suddenly smash against the others. A yowl of protest escaped his jaws as he did manage to taste the liquid that was inside of Beck's mouth. It was horrid. It was almost to the extent of having the different kind of chemicals poured down his throat during his training. The assassin had a couple of options on how to get rid of this situation. He could just simply teleport away and that would be the end of that. However, if he went that route it meant the bastard would end up knowing one of his powers. Which he couldn't allow that to happen either. He could try and push the other away or just try to kill him for doing so. But he wasn't supposed to kill anyone anymore. He was supposed to be the good guy here and this guy had to come and ruin it. Using any of his powers were out of the question, and if he were to attack at this range it would probably kill him. By the time that Killua had been done thinking about his plan, the kiss ended as soon as it began. Killua immediately jumped to an adjacent branch, further away from Tanglewood territory. Gagging could be heard as he bent over, coughing at whatever the hell that was. The strange colored liquid that had come out of the ghost's mouth dripped own the sound of his mouth. Which he raised one of his paws to quickly wipe away. He had just been kissed. What even was going on? What the hell had really just happened? Killua coughed and kept himself from vomiting, before it turned into a growl, his brattish facade immediately gone as he sunk his claws into the branch he was on. "The hell was that for? That's disgusting!" Killua snarled back toward the Tanglewood leader, wiping his tongue along his forearm trying to get the damned taste out of his mouth. He didn't leave though. He wanted an answer.
Killua knew that no matter how far he would end up running, there would always be some sort of animal that was looking to get their paws on some riches if they caught him by surprise. He was a Zoldyck, and unless he was disowned by his family then he would forever remain a Zoldyck. There was also always a chance that he could return to the family business if something didn't end up going his way. Which had been what his father had planned on for the very beginning. His father didn't like the idea of Killua being outside doing whatever the hell he wanted instead of focusing on being a better assassin than his father in the end. His father wanted what was the best for not only him but also for the rest of the family on top of everything else. The wildcat didn't care what his father thought, as he wanted to do the opposite of whatever his family wanted. He didn't want to inherit the damn family business that would have him doing the same thing over and over again over the course of his life. Serval's didn't exactly die at young ages, and they could live up to twenty years, but he also had different bodies that he could shapeshift himself into if he wanted to keep himself living for a longer time. His father was the main brains of the Zoldyck family, and he knew that the way Killua was he was going to end up returning home sooner or later. Killua didn't think he was going to end up returning but he knew that his family were important assets. Something to be bargained for when he was in a pinch, or if he needed them to do something for him. Would he hire someone in his own family? Sometimes that was the case with his family, as everything was business. They didn't care for one another, and if it did seem like they were trying to take care of one another it was for their own benefit and nothing else. Which was how he had been raised by his parents constantly smothering him with everything that he wanted. But constantly drifting his train of thought only to the family and to the job that he was currently dealing with. He had no right to think of anything else out of consideration that he was going to be the heir and they expected him to do everything that they wanted without arguing.
When he was just a kitten he did exactly that just because he didn't know any better. But he soon realized exactly what he had been missing by not going out and exploring more of the world that was around him. Killua greatly respected his father and believed that whatever the dragon said he was true. But the other didn't know everything that he wanted, or what Killua wanted in life for that matter. The other did end up letting him go, without following himself. Killua knew that once his father started to go after him that he didn't have any sort of hope running away from the dragon. If others considered him to be strong, then his father Silva was on an entirely different level than he was at the moment. Sure if he spent the rest of his life training like his father most likely did himself, then he could surpass his father too. But he didn't want to do that. He would be satisfied with his father being the head of the family for the rest of his life. There were only three members of the family that were capable of taking the likes of him on. That being his grandfather, his father, and his older brother Illumi. The rest were weak where he didn't even have to use his powers to completely take them out of commission. Which had been what he did with his older brother Milluki when he stabbed him in the side right before he left the castle. The bastard deserved it for the way he treated him when he was only a kit. Leaving him to die after he ended up getting bit by a snake. Killua wasn't used to receiving any form of affection, and if he did it was in a passive-aggressive form on top of everything else. Usually, it would be from his older brother Illumi, who would pat him on the head, but that was the extent. Any type of physical contact that he got from other animals were usually the violent type, so he refused to stay close to others, his muscle memory acting on its own as it was just always anticipating to be some kind of pain here and there. The assassin never had a hug once in his life, well, maybe once while he was a kit. Either way, if someone had approached him with a hug nowadays, he probably would immediately refuse. Not only because his skin usually remained fairly cold thanks to his air elementals that were constantly on. Then it also came into the factor of the large scars that covered his body that were hidden underneath his white fur. As soon as someone touched him, they would feel raised portions of skin where the scar tissue had formed since he lived in that damned castle. He hated answering questions about his past because he knew exactly what kind of reactions he would end up getting. Clanners were predictable in every way shape and form. Having studied them for a majority of his life, he began to realize why his brother had considered the clans to be full of nothing but barbarians. His brother somewhat correct on the way that the clans just continued to have endless wars with one another because someone looked at them wrong or hurt their feelings. Killua believed even something like that was quite childish in his mind and something quick to get over. Although, he was still a child and if someone was to get on his nerves he would be pretty upset too. Would he involve others in his grudge though? Course not. He would just simply handle it himself. He didn't trust anyone to do the dirty work that he could do all that more efficiently. Killua was quick to notice the domestic cats hesitation after studying him for a couple seconds. Oh? Did the other realize what he was that quickly? It didn't matter considering the fact that they wouldn't be able to trace or track him anywhere as there would be no traces left behind for them to find for a while. Unless he wanted to make his presence known, which could definitely happen in that regard. The other's glare did nothing from him. Killua had received plenty of glares over his childhood of those that he tortured for information.
He was known for pushing the buttons of those that he came across. Some went along with his mocking, while others simply got pissed off for the way that they were talking. The young male paid close attention the strange noises that were coming from the other's body. He had heard that noise before and it certainly wasn't good all things considered. At the other speaking, Killua couldn't help but roll his eyes a little bit at the Tanglewood member. "Oh? And what you rather do? Lemme guess you'd be the type to go out and pillage a village for shits and giggles. What's wrong with trying to get to know others? You're acting as if it was a crime." Killua would let out almost a childish giggle as if he could see the smaller creature running through the forest screaming a battle cry. The thought honestly sounded hilarious to himself, so he couldn't help but give out a short chuckle from the others. He raised one of his paws at the mention of his claws. He knew what knitting now was thanks to Jacob, but other than that he had no idea how to even knit, so the other was out of luck. "Knitting? Nah. But if you wanted I could show you what these clans can do." His voice wasn't threatening when he talked. Instead, he was actually quite calm as he spoke looking at his paw. It made no difference to him whether or not the other would end up taking what he said as a threat anyway. It was obvious that no matter whatever the hell he said as the other was going to find any sort of reason to be pissed off at him anyway. A heavy sigh escaped his jaws as the others arguing was just starting to annoy the serval at this point. Were clans still this clueless as to one would hide their presence in the first place? He obviously had stated that he wasn't from around here, and that meat he probably wouldn't have the scent of any of the groups nearby either. "You think I'm that much of an idiot? Obviously because of the fact that there are groups like you that are out here that even if I look at you the wrong way you'll probably send a patrol or something running out of me because I hurt your itty bitty feelings. Precautions. I'm not about to have my ass chewed and would like to see another day. And I wasn't going to plan on giving them any chocolate if they were just going to end up getting sick from it! The area I'm from around it seems like everyone is healthy eating as much chocolate as they carried, which is why I asked before I even gave them any." Killua made sure to make his point clear when he spoke. Did the other think he was that dense? Killua always came to a situation that was prepared. A chuckle escaped the other's jaws as the other had agreed that he did have a stick up his ass. Good to know that the other didn't know how to calm himself down and have a good time. Although Killua was a hypocrite in the matter that he constantly had to keep himself busy and didn't know when to stop himself. "High horse? Not really. I'm just stating a logical fact here while you try to come up with a reason as to why I shouldn't be here, on the land that no one owns." Killua stated calmly as he raised one of his paws and took out another piece of chocolate. Throwing it into his mouth without a care in the world. He had a reason not to care after all.
He doubted the other would really be able to do that much to him, especially with the powers that he had in the first place. The wildcat ears twitched as he heard the other start to move. The box of chocolates seemed to disappear completely as he got up onto his paws to meet the challenge that he knew was bound to be coming. He now had a smirk on his face as he was expecting the other to actually fight him right about now since they were standing on the same branch. "Now just so you know-" Killua's voice was immediately cut off. He had begun to raise his paw in a means of dramatic effect before he would end up landing the first hit. The last thing he had expected was for his lips to suddenly smash against the others. A yowl of protest escaped his jaws as he did manage to taste the liquid that was inside of Beck's mouth. It was horrid. It was almost to the extent of having the different kind of chemicals poured down his throat during his training. The assassin had a couple of options on how to get rid of this situation. He could just simply teleport away and that would be the end of that. However, if he went that route it meant the bastard would end up knowing one of his powers. Which he couldn't allow that to happen either. He could try and push the other away or just try to kill him for doing so. But he wasn't supposed to kill anyone anymore. He was supposed to be the good guy here and this guy had to come and ruin it. Using any of his powers were out of the question, and if he were to attack at this range it would probably kill him. By the time that Killua had been done thinking about his plan, the kiss ended as soon as it began. Killua immediately jumped to an adjacent branch, further away from Tanglewood territory. Gagging could be heard as he bent over, coughing at whatever the hell that was. The strange colored liquid that had come out of the ghost's mouth dripped own the sound of his mouth. Which he raised one of his paws to quickly wipe away. He had just been kissed. What even was going on? What the hell had really just happened? Killua coughed and kept himself from vomiting, before it turned into a growl, his brattish facade immediately gone as he sunk his claws into the branch he was on. "The hell was that for? That's disgusting!" Killua snarled back toward the Tanglewood leader, wiping his tongue along his forearm trying to get the damned taste out of his mouth. He didn't leave though. He wanted an answer.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO