[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=4px; background:url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/4ca…sf2d5rDG1rkk3noo1_500.gif) bottom; width: 426px; height: 150px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px;]Kiss up? Hardly. He rolled his eyes a little over dramatically, some girls just couldn't take a compliment could they. A deep rumble started in his throat before becoming a laugh as she covered her eyes, well wasn't that adorable. Her next comment caught hima touch off guard, a strip tease? Did he seem like that kinda guy? Hm, he'd ask Eric at some stage, maybe he could take up a job stripping for the ladies if that were the case. Or maybe not.
A sigh escaped his jaw as he closed his eyes against the cool breeze that disturbed the clothing that had previously been covering his torso. His own past was a sort of mystery to even him. He could remember only words and stories, never names or clear faces. It was rather sad really, who knew who he could have been? Maybe Draco wasn't even his name, or he was like a thousand years old or something. That'd be interesting. As he processed the idea in his head a pout formed on his face as the ideas got a tad out of hand. They were beginning to drift toward him being some sort of hero like spiderman or batman. Well, he supposed it was time to stop that thought train before it got too out of hand.
Draco's smile returned as Carmen spoke again, well it seemed as if she was prepared to hear how the story went. He sat up excitedly, just in time to have his shoulder pushed, he pouted childishly "meanie" he poked his tongue out playfully before fixing his eyes on the swords. He gazed almost longingly at his reflection in the swords blade. He supposed he would introduce the blades first before he went into their background "Their called the Maleficus blades, Maleficus meaning mischievous or evil-doing in latin. Their history is the reason they earned that name in case you were wondering. " He cleared his throat with a faint smile, the tale never grew boring to the young tom. "There once was an ancient clan of samurai, they upheld the law in the many villages surrounding their own and kept peace amongst mankind and nature alike. The samurai were often called the 'Keepers of God's Word' or 'The Folkvarthrs', rumours were told that the guardians of heaven themselves were on the samurai's side. They were looked up to by the people of the country and were greatly looked down on by satan himself. Satan grew bored of the ever growing peace, he began stirring in the depths of his home in the underworld. He sent out unheavenly demons to possess the Samurai and raid the villages, destroying lives and homes in their wake. Thousands of people died and wars against the once admired samurai were ongoing for years. Leaving the people of the country torn as to what they should do, the samurai were not only indestructible thanks to the demons inside but they had also been praised heros. Even the angels were unsure of how to handle the situation and supposedly abandoned the small empire. The war waged for years and years until a boy by the name of Esmond was sent a message by a rogue angel. He told the boy the only way to exorcise the demons from the respected samurai was the duo of cursed blades made by the devil himself, 'The Maleficus Blades'. Esmond took it upon himself and travelled to the underworld to find these blades. Esmond faced many hardships, fighting off hundreds of demons until he found himself in the presence of Satan himself. Satan's aura alone terrified the boy but he knew what had to be done for the sake of his people. It was spoken about as an epic battle, Esmund losing his eye and an arm in the battle to steal the blades away. He brought them from the Underworld, scarred, battered and bruised, he was barely alive but he knew what had to be done. He visited a witch that his villages people had spoken about, she was said to be despicable and disgusting and yet to Esmund she was kind. She offered him treatments and somewhere to sleep so he could prepare for the upcoming battle that would decide the fate of his people. On the day before the battle was scheduled to happen the which sacrificed her life by using one of the swords so she could restore his arm. Esmund mourned the young, beautiful woman he had begun to fall for, angered he headed to battle to end the never ending war against man-kind and the demons. The battle is said to of lasted for a week straight but Esmund triumphed and executed all the demons that had once been possessing the samurai, restoring normality to his people and becoming a legend from that day on. Along with the sinful blades he wielded."
// shit muse where you beeennnn
"Draco"
"Dagon"
"Dagon speaking to Draco telepathically"
[color=transparent]#dracoognyen #kaenchara #dannychantemp
