05-11-2019, 07:09 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua wasn't great when it came to making first impressions. He was overly violent thanks to his upbringing and he didn't care where his words usually got him. What were they going to try to do? Kill him? He has heard every threat in the book when it came to others talking about what they were going to do to him if they could catch him. It was all jokes to Killua as he didn't believe anyone was ever capable of backing up their words and proving that they weren't cowards. It was funny to see how adults considered themselves to be better than him just because he was a child. It was also funny to see how their words were usually kicked back into their faces and there was nothing they could do because hurting a child usually meant that no one liked you. There were plenty of reasons why Killua didn't like adults, as the only adults that he had come across managed to disrespect him like he was a piece of garbage that was to be used for their own benefit. His own family had manipulated him for their own gain because if they had him on their side it meant that no one would be able to oppose them. He was a child in some ways more than one, but just because he spoke his mind didn't mean that he was just a child for that fact. There were few that were willing to speak their minds when it came to the likes of the clans. What would happen if they said something that someone didn't like? What if they got in trouble for what they said? Most of those that lived in the clans followed those that were in the lead like they were being herded like sheep. It was pitiful to watch. Killua didn't care about the consequences of what he said, because he could always deal with the consequences. He had been deputy more times than he could count, each of which was confusing because he had never asked to be promoted and yet they had promoted him anyway. He never took his job seriously as he didn't care about the clans at the time. The only reason he liked belonging in the ranks of a clan was that he could use his rank to get some leverage over the clans. Even if to Killua, ranks were just titles and meant nothing when it came to the battlefield and making the right decisions. He didn't follow rules, and he didn't expect anyone to follow rules either. After all, they all fought the same battle of survival.
Then everyone began talking again. It was the jaguar that was starting to talk first, and Killua didn't bother to look at the larger wildcat when it spoke. Killua did the same action and simply rolled his eyes at the mention of the throwing of an object. It was a lollipop stick. If he really wanted to be an asshole, he would have conjured a boulder to drop and kill the tiger below him. "If he isn't going to respect me, like hell I'm going to be courteous enough to treat him like an equal." The albino serval would snort, not caring about what would ultimately end up happening to the tiger. If Lucifer ever found this guy near the Typhoon, if that's where the massive dragon lived, he wouldn't be surprised if the guy basically torched the tiger till there was nothing left but ash and bone. Now, he could do the same thing, by torching the guy with a bolt of lightning and it would be the end of it. But, he was trying to remind himself that he wasn't an assassin anymore and not trying to kill those that simply irritated him was difficult. There was once a time where he was more volatile than he was right now, and anyone that made a snarky remark to him usually walked away with several wounds across their body. He had once been incredibly abusive to those that he lived with, but that was because he worked with his family during that time. It seemed most of these animals were inexperienced when it came to these gatherings. Killua sat himself down on the branch that he was on instead of laying down this time. The former Snowbound deputy would shrug his shoulders before answering the jaguar. "Basically. These things are almost completely boring and a waste of time as nothing ever happens. Some could say it's a way 'for other clans to get to know each other', which isn't true because anyone could just go up and visit a clan they want to get to know. It isn't complicated." There were plenty of aspects of the clans that Killua thought were stupid and dumb. Maybe he just didn't like these gatherings because he wasn't the most sociable guy around. London would probably be better at a thing like this.
The neutral look on his facial features would falter for a split second at the memory of his friend. God, he hoped she was alive. Now that he was just sitting on the branch, Killua raised one of his paws and conjured up a small rectangular box of chocolates. Using his claws, he sliced open the top of the package and threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth. Chocolate was toxic to almost every animal in existence, but since he had been trained to deal with poisons or anything that could enter his system that could make him ill, his body basically was resistant to the substance. He had started eating chocolate since he was born, and had adapted an immunity to the food. His large ears began to swivel on the top of his head as he heard large movement coming toward them. The assassin would turn his sapphire blue gaze to look at a dragon. Huh. He hadn't seen a dragon in a while, but the much smaller creature didn't seem to be all that concerned with the other's presence and even snorted in amusement at the rumble of the other to the group. Oh? Did the dragon think that he was going to be the one to be able to stop a fight if he broke out? Just because the guy was larger didn't mean that he couldn't be killed with a swift movement of his claws or a bolt of electricity straight to the heart. Chewing a piece of chocolate, it took Killua a moment to speak and answer the question that the dragon gave, already fluffing up his fur at the way the other spoke. "Boring shit really. Like almost every aspect of the clans, nothing ever happens." Killua complained like he usually did about the clans. Even though he complained quite a bit, there were aspects of the clans that he did quite enjoy, but that didn't mean that they were perfect. His attention turned back toward the tiger, and Killua couldn't help but let out a quick short laugh, raising one of his paws to place on his chest as he did laugh. "You? Teach me manners? If you are you're doing a piss poor job of it! And this is coming from a guy that wants to conquer the clans in the area. If anything you're delusional." The albino serval was certainly egging on the tiger. The guy's ego needed to be knocked down a peg and if no one was willing to do it then he was the one for the job. Killua impaled a piece of chocolate before throwing it into his mouth and looking at the dragon again. "So where are you from ya big noodle?" Killua questioned calmly and in a casual manner this time around. There were plenty of scents around that he couldn't pinpoint where they were from. Besides, the Rosebloods never even existed when he was around in Snowbound.
Then everyone began talking again. It was the jaguar that was starting to talk first, and Killua didn't bother to look at the larger wildcat when it spoke. Killua did the same action and simply rolled his eyes at the mention of the throwing of an object. It was a lollipop stick. If he really wanted to be an asshole, he would have conjured a boulder to drop and kill the tiger below him. "If he isn't going to respect me, like hell I'm going to be courteous enough to treat him like an equal." The albino serval would snort, not caring about what would ultimately end up happening to the tiger. If Lucifer ever found this guy near the Typhoon, if that's where the massive dragon lived, he wouldn't be surprised if the guy basically torched the tiger till there was nothing left but ash and bone. Now, he could do the same thing, by torching the guy with a bolt of lightning and it would be the end of it. But, he was trying to remind himself that he wasn't an assassin anymore and not trying to kill those that simply irritated him was difficult. There was once a time where he was more volatile than he was right now, and anyone that made a snarky remark to him usually walked away with several wounds across their body. He had once been incredibly abusive to those that he lived with, but that was because he worked with his family during that time. It seemed most of these animals were inexperienced when it came to these gatherings. Killua sat himself down on the branch that he was on instead of laying down this time. The former Snowbound deputy would shrug his shoulders before answering the jaguar. "Basically. These things are almost completely boring and a waste of time as nothing ever happens. Some could say it's a way 'for other clans to get to know each other', which isn't true because anyone could just go up and visit a clan they want to get to know. It isn't complicated." There were plenty of aspects of the clans that Killua thought were stupid and dumb. Maybe he just didn't like these gatherings because he wasn't the most sociable guy around. London would probably be better at a thing like this.
The neutral look on his facial features would falter for a split second at the memory of his friend. God, he hoped she was alive. Now that he was just sitting on the branch, Killua raised one of his paws and conjured up a small rectangular box of chocolates. Using his claws, he sliced open the top of the package and threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth. Chocolate was toxic to almost every animal in existence, but since he had been trained to deal with poisons or anything that could enter his system that could make him ill, his body basically was resistant to the substance. He had started eating chocolate since he was born, and had adapted an immunity to the food. His large ears began to swivel on the top of his head as he heard large movement coming toward them. The assassin would turn his sapphire blue gaze to look at a dragon. Huh. He hadn't seen a dragon in a while, but the much smaller creature didn't seem to be all that concerned with the other's presence and even snorted in amusement at the rumble of the other to the group. Oh? Did the dragon think that he was going to be the one to be able to stop a fight if he broke out? Just because the guy was larger didn't mean that he couldn't be killed with a swift movement of his claws or a bolt of electricity straight to the heart. Chewing a piece of chocolate, it took Killua a moment to speak and answer the question that the dragon gave, already fluffing up his fur at the way the other spoke. "Boring shit really. Like almost every aspect of the clans, nothing ever happens." Killua complained like he usually did about the clans. Even though he complained quite a bit, there were aspects of the clans that he did quite enjoy, but that didn't mean that they were perfect. His attention turned back toward the tiger, and Killua couldn't help but let out a quick short laugh, raising one of his paws to place on his chest as he did laugh. "You? Teach me manners? If you are you're doing a piss poor job of it! And this is coming from a guy that wants to conquer the clans in the area. If anything you're delusional." The albino serval was certainly egging on the tiger. The guy's ego needed to be knocked down a peg and if no one was willing to do it then he was the one for the job. Killua impaled a piece of chocolate before throwing it into his mouth and looking at the dragon again. "So where are you from ya big noodle?" Killua questioned calmly and in a casual manner this time around. There were plenty of scents around that he couldn't pinpoint where they were from. Besides, the Rosebloods never even existed when he was around in Snowbound.
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO