01-28-2017, 08:31 PM
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KILLUA
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What was he even going to do today? Killua was slowly getting tired of trying to do something with the tunnel that he had secretly discovered and also hid at the same time. The young male didn't want anyone finding out about it, not because it had anything dangerous with it, but it was because that he didn't want anyone to ruin the only fun that he seemed to have around here. Since the leader practically wasn't around, which is fine with Killua as he didn't like her either, he decided that he might as well do whatever he wants. As there doesn't seem to be anyone around anyway, not even other members that he could mess with for his own entertainment either. The assassin had to figure out something to do before he decides to move off, which might actually happen if this clan doesn't turn out to be as interesting as he had been told. The only reason he had come over toward these clans instead of staying in the clans that he had been in, was simply because of the factor that he heard that they were a lot stronger than the clans that he had been currently residing it. It had been after the death of the only creature that he knew that wasn't his brother that was capable of taking him on. The issue was that it had also been the time that he had been said to return home so that he could get a talking about how he had failed one of his missions while he had been in the clans. So, that's exactly what he did, because he knew that if he didn't then he would get targeted by his brother again. After a month of getting nearly beaten to death, the assassin didn't want to do that again. Especially since he didn't have his powers and he knew that his brother was also responsible for that too. The bastard seemed to have done something to him while he was asleep, meaning that he had no idea exactly what he did to him. All he remembered when he woke up the next day was that his head hurt like hell, and when he looked at his head, there was nothing present there, not even a scar so he had thought nothing of it. Killua should have been more careful when it came to dealing with his family. Now he had a new life again. He didn't know anyone here, which is something that he was used to. Now though, he had a different motive than the time that he had when he joined Blizzardclan several months back. The albino serval was learning to try and deal with a life without him killing those that seemed to piss him off because now that would just be really rude. Killua needed to figure out how to live a regular life, as he had envied the children back in Blizzardclan when he saw their happy faces not having to worry about anything. So what better way to figure that out was a challenge that was in the shape of the clans? After all, he pretty knew how all of them worked nowadays. Should be easy. In theory anyway.
The only reason the albino serval was even remotely near the museum was for working on the tunnel. The building reminded him a little bit too much of the castle that he had once lived, and now doesn't really consider his home since that was the place where he was tortured. He was walking alongside the side the building, not going in because he doesn't want to work on the tunnel today. He knows that digging through the claw with his metal claws have the chance to dull the metal which isn't what he wants. Especially since he knows that when there's one clan, there are bound to be several more clans on top of that. With what Killua found out about this place, it was a pro-clan, and that means there were also anti-clans that were going to end up starting trouble soon if he wasn't careful. He didn't care if Thunderclan just so happened to get annihilated in the time that he was here. It would just be an expression to show just how weak they were compared to the other clans and how that they shouldn't have wasted their potential and at least trained sooner or later. Killua knew that he was going to have to train himself too, but right now he didn't really feel like it. Training by himself would only get so far, and training with no one wouldn't get him anywhere. He wasn't even sure what creatures were even living in this place right now. He knew a couple faces, but he had yet to really see them around at the same time. Whether they stayed was up to them as there was bound to be just like Blizzardclan. A place full of servals. He didn't care all that much, but it didn't make him feel better about this place because there were more of his species. It actually made him a little bit uncomfortable about the entire situation. As long as none of them thought that they would be stronger than him because they were the same species then they would have nothing to worry about. Killua didn't have any abnormalities about the way that his body was built, other than the muscles that hid underneath the large mound of fur that spans across his body, and the metal claws, he isn't unusually tall or just completely bulk. He was lean, meant for speed and also dishing out quick attacks that most animals wouldn't be able to dodge. The assassin had been incredibly well trained, and he knows that he is a professional assassin, even if he doesn't want to go into that business anymore. The only trait that would probably distinguish him from other albino servals were the fact that he didn't have any spots on his body, his fur completely snow white while his fur also seemed to be a little bit longer than other servals too. This means that he is able to get through colder conditions even if his species was known to be in warmer climates. The one thing that he notices though, was that no matter what terrain the clan was in, there would be creatures that would join that aren't exactly suited toward that environment and then go to complain about how cold, or how wet the place is. That irritated Killua, because why join the place if you knew what it was going to consist of? He believed that there was a large amount of stupidity in the clans that needed to be taught, or get their act together.
While he had been walking along the edges of the large old and tattered building, Killua had noticed something quite obvious coming from his stomach. It was growling, and not the type of growling that would be able to be satisfied by the candy that he has in his satchel. Those that have seen Killua so far, would notice that he had yet to even eat a piece of meat around them. There is a reason for it, and only one specific reason. Taste buds. His taste buds are practically nonexistent thanks to the poison training that he had went through. Chemicals being forced into his mouth and killing the cells that help him taste is the reason why he doesn't like to eat meat all that often. He can't really taste anything, so something incredibly sweet is able to get past that barrier and he is actually able to taste something. A bad habit of his, and he doubts that he will ever be sick from eating too much candy. At least in his mind anyway. Blinking his sapphire blue optics, the assassin can't help but groan as he changes the direction that he is walking in and slides into the shadows of the forest. The hue of his pelt not exactly the best use of camouflage but his silent pawsteps would be enough to really get him anywhere. He parts his jaws and inhales a lungful of air, letting the air particles touch the gland in the back of his throat as he identifies the scents in the area. He only needs something small. A mouse would do or even a vole right now. He can go several days without eating if he so decides to, knowing the limit of his body better than anyone. Sheathing his metal claws, Killua lowers himself into a well trained crouch, his eyes almost unblinking as he moves forward toward where the scent is coming from. He is careful not to step on any sort of branches, and he is also careful to check for the wind. He makes sure to keep his large ears pinned against his cranium as not to make them visible above the grass that he is creeping through. Flicking the shorted point of his tail, a couple minutes later he comes across the figure of a vole that is laying down near a puddle of water for a drink. He stops himself when the vole stops drinking, and moves even closer once its starts drinking again. His pupils seem to constrict ever so slightly, and his sapphire optics darken as he concentrates about what's in front of him. Bunching up the muscles in his long, lean legs, Killua pushes himself forward. The vole doesn't have time to really react until there are claws sinking into the creatures neck, almost like butter. Thanks to a way that a serval hunts, they can leap far enough so that they don't have to creep so close. Servals being one of the smaller wildcats that have a 50% hunt success rate. Grabbing the vole in his jaws, he moves away from the puddle, settling down by the trunk of a tree. From there, he begins to pluck the fur of the prey animal before he slowly starts to devour it, not tasting anything that he eats. The sounds of small bones being ground up audible to the surrounding area.
The only reason the albino serval was even remotely near the museum was for working on the tunnel. The building reminded him a little bit too much of the castle that he had once lived, and now doesn't really consider his home since that was the place where he was tortured. He was walking alongside the side the building, not going in because he doesn't want to work on the tunnel today. He knows that digging through the claw with his metal claws have the chance to dull the metal which isn't what he wants. Especially since he knows that when there's one clan, there are bound to be several more clans on top of that. With what Killua found out about this place, it was a pro-clan, and that means there were also anti-clans that were going to end up starting trouble soon if he wasn't careful. He didn't care if Thunderclan just so happened to get annihilated in the time that he was here. It would just be an expression to show just how weak they were compared to the other clans and how that they shouldn't have wasted their potential and at least trained sooner or later. Killua knew that he was going to have to train himself too, but right now he didn't really feel like it. Training by himself would only get so far, and training with no one wouldn't get him anywhere. He wasn't even sure what creatures were even living in this place right now. He knew a couple faces, but he had yet to really see them around at the same time. Whether they stayed was up to them as there was bound to be just like Blizzardclan. A place full of servals. He didn't care all that much, but it didn't make him feel better about this place because there were more of his species. It actually made him a little bit uncomfortable about the entire situation. As long as none of them thought that they would be stronger than him because they were the same species then they would have nothing to worry about. Killua didn't have any abnormalities about the way that his body was built, other than the muscles that hid underneath the large mound of fur that spans across his body, and the metal claws, he isn't unusually tall or just completely bulk. He was lean, meant for speed and also dishing out quick attacks that most animals wouldn't be able to dodge. The assassin had been incredibly well trained, and he knows that he is a professional assassin, even if he doesn't want to go into that business anymore. The only trait that would probably distinguish him from other albino servals were the fact that he didn't have any spots on his body, his fur completely snow white while his fur also seemed to be a little bit longer than other servals too. This means that he is able to get through colder conditions even if his species was known to be in warmer climates. The one thing that he notices though, was that no matter what terrain the clan was in, there would be creatures that would join that aren't exactly suited toward that environment and then go to complain about how cold, or how wet the place is. That irritated Killua, because why join the place if you knew what it was going to consist of? He believed that there was a large amount of stupidity in the clans that needed to be taught, or get their act together.
While he had been walking along the edges of the large old and tattered building, Killua had noticed something quite obvious coming from his stomach. It was growling, and not the type of growling that would be able to be satisfied by the candy that he has in his satchel. Those that have seen Killua so far, would notice that he had yet to even eat a piece of meat around them. There is a reason for it, and only one specific reason. Taste buds. His taste buds are practically nonexistent thanks to the poison training that he had went through. Chemicals being forced into his mouth and killing the cells that help him taste is the reason why he doesn't like to eat meat all that often. He can't really taste anything, so something incredibly sweet is able to get past that barrier and he is actually able to taste something. A bad habit of his, and he doubts that he will ever be sick from eating too much candy. At least in his mind anyway. Blinking his sapphire blue optics, the assassin can't help but groan as he changes the direction that he is walking in and slides into the shadows of the forest. The hue of his pelt not exactly the best use of camouflage but his silent pawsteps would be enough to really get him anywhere. He parts his jaws and inhales a lungful of air, letting the air particles touch the gland in the back of his throat as he identifies the scents in the area. He only needs something small. A mouse would do or even a vole right now. He can go several days without eating if he so decides to, knowing the limit of his body better than anyone. Sheathing his metal claws, Killua lowers himself into a well trained crouch, his eyes almost unblinking as he moves forward toward where the scent is coming from. He is careful not to step on any sort of branches, and he is also careful to check for the wind. He makes sure to keep his large ears pinned against his cranium as not to make them visible above the grass that he is creeping through. Flicking the shorted point of his tail, a couple minutes later he comes across the figure of a vole that is laying down near a puddle of water for a drink. He stops himself when the vole stops drinking, and moves even closer once its starts drinking again. His pupils seem to constrict ever so slightly, and his sapphire optics darken as he concentrates about what's in front of him. Bunching up the muscles in his long, lean legs, Killua pushes himself forward. The vole doesn't have time to really react until there are claws sinking into the creatures neck, almost like butter. Thanks to a way that a serval hunts, they can leap far enough so that they don't have to creep so close. Servals being one of the smaller wildcats that have a 50% hunt success rate. Grabbing the vole in his jaws, he moves away from the puddle, settling down by the trunk of a tree. From there, he begins to pluck the fur of the prey animal before he slowly starts to devour it, not tasting anything that he eats. The sounds of small bones being ground up audible to the surrounding area.
thunderclan -- apprentice -- male -- 6 moons -- [abbr=35lb albino serval w/ front metal claws and w/sapphire blue eyes - doesn't smell like anything - steps are completely silent and immune to poison and electricity - extreme difficulty - No Capture/Kill - attack in paleturquoise]tags (hover)[/abbr]
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO