04-04-2018, 05:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-04-2018, 05:07 PM by | KILLUA ZOLDYCK |.)
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Any sort of physical contact was a no-go when it came to the albino serval. He had been trained not to really let others that close to him because if they did, he would have less of a reaction time to be able to get out of the way. Besides, he wasn't really the type to really trust anyone that simply just appeared out of nowhere and wanted to get close to him. There were some animals that he wouldn't mind that happening with, such as those that were smaller and younger than he was. He usually had some form of trust when it came to dealing with those that were around his name age. Killua wasn't sure why that was the case. Maybe it was because he realized that those that were around his age in the clans didn't have that much skill as he did and he wouldn't have to worry about taking them out because they would be weaker than him anyway. And there was a chance that those around his age would be able to relate somewhat to what he was going through. Everyone in their younger years had the same phases that he was going through, except Killua's was a bit more amplified thanks to the mind control that he constantly had in his head. Not that Killua would know this, but it was a side effect of some of his mood swings here and there. The young male didn't trust adults, because all of them seemed to be the same. His brother, father, mother, and grandfather had all been the ones to try and create him to who he wanted to be. They wanted him to be the weapon that they wanted and probably could never be for them. If he had stayed with his family now, and instead of going to the clans, he would have reacted a lot differently to the groups that he was going to visit. In fact, he probably would have slaughtered Beck just for looking at him at the wrong way, as he wasn't one to be looked down at or even mocked in the slightest. He would have been an amazing killing, as he knew now he would be capable of taking out several animals at once if he really wanted to. Either way, adults weren't the type to be trusted. He was just a child and that meant most of them would look at him in regard that they would try and manipulate him. Parents knew best after all. Killua called bullshit on all of that because not every parent could make their own decisions for their children. Killua had been used to being manipulated, and the only way he had realized what was happening to him was getting out and being able to observe those that weren't part of his mission. Those that were living out their life without any issues that could have happened to them. That everything was going to be okay and that they would just have to live to see the next day. Killua often envied those that he encountered, as most creatures had a set goal in their life. Killua knew that he probably didn't belong in the likes of a clan, but he was trying. God he was trying. The assassin wanted so badly to have what the clans had, but he didn't want to completely stoop to their level either. He still wanted to have the freedom that he always had, not wanting to be tied down. Hence the reason why he constantly visited places to see what they were all about. Which he had done in the previous clan he had lived in, and in the end he ended up spending most of his time in the group that he wasn't even a member of. He probably could have dual allianced, but by do something like that when he could just go and do what he pleased without getting into the clan politics of that clan specifically? For now though, he doubted that he would be coming back to Tanglewood to see what they were about as the others had certainly made an impression on him. He would have much rather death with those that were on the ground rather than Beck himself. Although, he would probably just end up coming back to spite the other so that he could just piss him off. It would be hilarious in his mind, but it could also mean that the other would end up holding a grudge and try to get rid of him. Killua would have liked to see the other try. The albino serval was able to pick up small movements that were coming toward the location where they were all gathered at this point. He was still whipping his tongue across his arm, trying to get whatever the hell the liquid he ingested out.
He was going to have to eat so much candy after that. Speaking of with, he put his tongue back in his mouth as he simply opened his mouth and conjured up a lollipop in his mouth. Now, that was better. His sapphire blue gaze turned toward the female that was walking toward him. Considering the sound of her pawsteps, Killua knew that she was going to be a lot larger than those that were currently gathered. The jaguar dwarfed the serval. Not like it would really matter all that much unless he wanted to fight her. That wasn't why the young male immediately became perplexed by the jaguar. It was with the way that she looked. He had barely registered her words or really the other's teasing. If he had, he probably would have argued the idea of french kissing him and probably would have bit off anyone's tongue if they had tried. The thought was just disgusting to him. His jaw was slightly agape as he watched her move up into a tree. He knew that genetic mutation. He was a genetic mutation himself thanks to his albinism. Although it probably wasn't true albinism as he didn't have the red eyes that most animals would have if they did. The aggression seemed to disappear from him completely at this newfound interest. She was a mosaic. It was when the different parts of a chromosome decided to show themselves in almost a separate pattern. They were often called chimeras, wherein development the embryo would fuse with the sibling that was also in the womb. Creating a pattern that was right down the middle. He didn't even remotely care about the jewelry that the female had, or that she even talked about driving him off. The wildcat noticed the branch that she was on, and using his long limbs, he would leap himself to an adjacent branch, the same height as her but at least four feet apart from each other. A genuine grin spread across his facial features as his body language showed that he was actually excited about something. "Whoa!" Killua would state first, which he would have said while climbing his way up to the same height of the jaguar. Killua obviously made sure that he was on his side of the border and instead of the Tanglewood's side. "You're a mosaic! That's like incredibly rare you know. I've only seen one other mosaic before. What's it like? Do you see slightly different colors in each eye because of your genetic makeup being split down the middle?" Now, the assassin simply sounded like a curious child. Killua had been the one to travel a lot during his jobs, and he had managed to see one mosaic. He had been so interested in the color mutation that he had done some digger and figure out what it actually consisted of. Although there was a chance that she could also be a chimera considering that the color change was all the way throughout her body and just not her face. Killua would stick with mosaic now unless the other knew her condition and corrected him.
He was going to have to eat so much candy after that. Speaking of with, he put his tongue back in his mouth as he simply opened his mouth and conjured up a lollipop in his mouth. Now, that was better. His sapphire blue gaze turned toward the female that was walking toward him. Considering the sound of her pawsteps, Killua knew that she was going to be a lot larger than those that were currently gathered. The jaguar dwarfed the serval. Not like it would really matter all that much unless he wanted to fight her. That wasn't why the young male immediately became perplexed by the jaguar. It was with the way that she looked. He had barely registered her words or really the other's teasing. If he had, he probably would have argued the idea of french kissing him and probably would have bit off anyone's tongue if they had tried. The thought was just disgusting to him. His jaw was slightly agape as he watched her move up into a tree. He knew that genetic mutation. He was a genetic mutation himself thanks to his albinism. Although it probably wasn't true albinism as he didn't have the red eyes that most animals would have if they did. The aggression seemed to disappear from him completely at this newfound interest. She was a mosaic. It was when the different parts of a chromosome decided to show themselves in almost a separate pattern. They were often called chimeras, wherein development the embryo would fuse with the sibling that was also in the womb. Creating a pattern that was right down the middle. He didn't even remotely care about the jewelry that the female had, or that she even talked about driving him off. The wildcat noticed the branch that she was on, and using his long limbs, he would leap himself to an adjacent branch, the same height as her but at least four feet apart from each other. A genuine grin spread across his facial features as his body language showed that he was actually excited about something. "Whoa!" Killua would state first, which he would have said while climbing his way up to the same height of the jaguar. Killua obviously made sure that he was on his side of the border and instead of the Tanglewood's side. "You're a mosaic! That's like incredibly rare you know. I've only seen one other mosaic before. What's it like? Do you see slightly different colors in each eye because of your genetic makeup being split down the middle?" Now, the assassin simply sounded like a curious child. Killua had been the one to travel a lot during his jobs, and he had managed to see one mosaic. He had been so interested in the color mutation that he had done some digger and figure out what it actually consisted of. Although there was a chance that she could also be a chimera considering that the color change was all the way throughout her body and just not her face. Killua would stick with mosaic now unless the other knew her condition and corrected him.
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