Posts by MALFOY —

[size=8]alright, thank you!

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hearing his name called out, draco glanced to mustard thoughtfully. " ... truth. " he decided, before immediately regretting it. the last time he'd played this, they'd gone all out and made him reveal things he still regretted.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] UNLIKE THE OTHERS, DRACO DIDN'T find neville first. rather, he was the one to happen upon the body, and he had not expected that.

" holy shit, " malfoy murmured, staring down at the corpse. it - and the ground surrounding it - was wet with blood and foam, and ultimately, the male's paws were soon stained with that same crimson; the metallic stench permeated the air, and, remarkably, made him feel rather queasy; he swayed a little, then snorted at his weakness and shook it off, a small ' tch ' escaping his lips.

snapped out of his previous reverie, draco pivoted and headed back to find somebody who could help him - and then he came across neville and the others. " hey, " he drawled, sauntering over. " i found a body. one of ours, i think? poisoned to death. " his eyes wandered suspiciously, a frown furrowing his brow.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] DRACO WATCHED SINNER FOR A FEW moments, before making his way over. " and is sinner becker here to join, then? " the male queried in a low drawl; the tiger had mentioned nothing of his intentions, but merely droned on blankly as if he had not an intelligible or emotional thought swimming through his head.

/rushed D:
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] LUCKILY, BANNER WAS A SURNAME that draco was unfamiliar with; he knew many different families, but ' banner ' was not one of them. thus, he, remarkably enough, kept his mind blissfully open as he approached the joiner and the duo that had already greeted him, blinking sharp blue eyes and frowning thoughtfully. " malfoy. draco malfoy. welcome to blizzardclan. " he drawled with a nod, head cocking afterwards.

whispers hey waft
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] HE WAS CERTAIN HE'D SEEN danse before, but to his knowledge, they had not formally introduced themselves to one another - this was a perfect time to change that, of course. " malfoy. draco malfoy. and ... your name is ...? " the pale feline sat down beside pinkie, making sure there was a three-metre distance between them, blue-grey eyes on the host of the meet and greet.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] DRACO'S EYE TWITCHED at the inquiry, and he leaned back, crossing his paws with a frown. " can i not say myself? " he asked with a smirk, though he knew the answer would likely be no.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] OF ALL THE THINGS HE'D expected to hear that day, neville stating he'd killed something was not one of those things. in fact, he had not ever expected to hear longbottom say that, but with the confession out in the open, draco ... didn't want to believe it, almost, because he'd never killed someone, but- but neville had? it seemed preposterous, wrong, but he didn't think the other male would lie about it. that wasn't his style.

" longbottom, what are you talking about? " malfoy demanded as he swept over, staring at neville with angry eyes. " you killed someone? who? how? "
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] SO ... HE WAS BACK. and, of course, that was likely ... unexpected. on several parts, actually, his own included, for draco hadn't expected to survive, let alone escape and then choose blizzardclan as his place of refuge. perhaps there was some dreaded sentiment burrowed in him after all - blasted idea, emotion creeping up on him when he least expected it - or perhaps it was just instinct, the knowledge that this was the only place he couldn't be reached, that led him here, but either way, he was back, whether he'd be received warmly or not.

he was not a crumpled heap on the floor, this time, as he reached the border, but he was limping and pretty beat up; still, the birdlike male held a regal air about him, and he did not completely bow, as exhausted as this pureblood prince looked. " hello? " he called out, dragging his tongue along his teeth.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] OH, LOOK, IT WAS her; not the brightest crayola in the box, but not a complete tosspot, either, so, funnily enough, one of his favourite blizzardclanners. and to some, he supposed, the concern was endearing. he did love a good fuss, anyway. " well, tama, remarkably enough, i'm not dead, so considering the alternative, i'm dandy, thank you. " his voice wasn't cruel, however, more surprised that she still managed to show empathy to anybody and everybody. it was humbling, in a way, though the last he needed was to be further humbled. all the same, for the first time in a long time, he did not reject offered support. support was what he needed, anyhow. " and ... yes, i do tend to turn up looking pretty wrecked. it adds to my endless charm, you know: looking like i just did twelve rounds with a bear. " instead, he'd gone through twelve rounds with the devil, his blasted cane and his henchmen.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] OH, LOOK AT THAT. longbottom. and longbottom didn't look so hot, draco noted, as he eyed the exhausted male with half disdainful contempt, half a sort of resigned curiosity, for although he'd never considered neville a cheery person when around him, he looked far more pathetic than draco remembered, and that was something he had not anticipated seeing, considering he'd never thought highly of the other tom. " longbottom, lovely to see you. " he greeted passively, pressing his lips into a thin line and eventually, almost reluctantly, dragging his gaze away and to the next person.

he'd seen horses before, and knew they were meant to be bigger than a cat like himself, but that was plain ridiculous. rather than scorning her, however, he surprisingly remained silent in that respect, nodding his head to her, and to frisk. " if you didn't hear, it's malfoy. draco malfoy. " he chose to greet them both, inhaling and dragging his tongue along his teeth again, eyes continually darting to neville every so often, skittish, almost as if checking he was still there.

then, malfoy swiftly moved on, eyeing lostboy with a nod. " of course i remember you. " he chose to drawl with a low huff, setting his jaw. yes, she was one of the tosspots in the clan - or, rather, someone who had reacted reasonably, hence why he liked tama so. he used her as a crutch, now, pleased for her presence.

then, of course, medusa was there, and he sighed. " deep cut on my chest, cracked rib - from what i can tell - and the cuts on my back and shoulders. " raised ridges from the contact of a cane. he shifted a bit, closing his eyes in a slow blink.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] HE CHOSE NOT TO say anything as medusa treated him, for the causing of such wounds hurt far more than the healing of them; he let her do as she had to, remaining uncharacteristically passive, and allowing his gaze to again wander to the next person to approach as she did so. " i'm fine. " he responded, though his voice wasn't really strong. still, he liked the idea of a book, and three years of sleep ... not that he was in any position to admit that, despite his obvious weakness.

he sucked in a breath and then looked back to neville, shrugging absently. " i, ah ... holidayed, an chose to go home. malfoy manor. a lovely place, really, especially in the winter. you should go, sometimes, longbottom, providing you don't mind the prejudice. " his expression was dismally grim and unpleasant at the thought, and he shook his head. no - he was glad he was back in blizzardclan.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

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DRACO APPROACHED WITH NO shortage of mistrusting distaste in his effeminate blue gaze as he approached, stopping by his clanmates and regarding the paint with a sort of contempt that was greatly tempered by an impossible weariness; he blinked, once or twice, shifting his weight painfully, before setting his jaw and swallowing old saliva and managing a sentence. " why do you have paint? " he asked, and despite his attempt at scorn, his voice cracked halfway.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff9933 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff9933; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #ff9933; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=the dead end king is here, black wings upon his back]draco lucius malfoy.[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] SHE LOOKED LIKE AN overgrown chicken! admittedly, one that had been attacked by a violent, sentient rainbow, but a chicken nonetheless, and it was enough to draw a snort from him as he approached, studying her pathetic - yet large - new body with bright eyes. " what are you even meant to be? " he asked disdainfully, cocking his head with a false innocence.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]Draco blinked once or twice, reluctant to say anything more, but then he sniffed, rather haughtily, and snorted. " Whatever you are, you aren't particularly fierce. " he'd eaten something that looked like her, before, and he wouldn't hesitate to do it again. She looked like the type of gamefowl to have somehow avoided several hunting seasons, and used their longevity to gorge themselves.
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The first time he'd arrived at BlizzardClan's borders, he'd been beaten up and unable to move independently. The second time, he'd been a little battered, but able to stand. The third time? He'd come full circle, and again, had somehow managed to get himself mauled. It was more cane-marks than claw-marks, now, though, long, thin, ropy lacerations opened up by some sort of bar or stick, and honestly, by this point, Draco was about as tired of all this as one could be.

Still, by some stubborn will of his, he was alive. Draco wasn't sure how or why, or how he'd ended up back at BlizzardClan - again, likely by some stubborn will - but this time, he told himself, he wasn't moving an inch. Not from this territory, not alone. The first time he did that, he'd gotten into trouble. The other times he'd done so had only led to misfortune.

But Draco was not about to finally give in, so the young male, driven by something, forced himself to a half-standing position, spitting out blood and saliva at his feet and narrowing his vibrant eyes. His throat hurt, and he didn't want to waste it wailing piteously for help, but he expected that the reek of blood would likely draw someone, if not multiple people, over, so that he could speak without breaking his vocal cords.
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Who else, though, really, but him? And honestly, who else but her? She'd been there each and every time he'd appeared at the border, and it seemed only fitting that she should reach him first, looking alarmed enough to seem as if she cared. The slender feline shifted his position as she neared him, sinking back down; it was good, really, to lay down again - his legs ached, throbbing in places that had received a beating whenever he'd tried to shield himself.

His gaze, somewhat dimmed, raked over Tama as she came to a stop just ahead of him, and he nodded once, confirming that yes, of course, it was him. He wondered, briefly, for some absurd reason, if she'd ever known anyone else as fleeting and accident-prone as him, and then decided that there were very few people out there, if any others at all, with a predicament that quite resembled his in the slightest. He was not claiming to be a special snowflake, but his life story didn't seem to be particularly ordinary.

A quiet grunt, perhaps an attempt at a response, escaped him, and he rearranged his aching limbs, waiting for the aforementioned people to appear. " Did I miss anything? " he asked, voice hoarse and quiet, somewhat subdued in comparison to his usual demeanour.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]The feline's fast-dimming eyes brightened with a new surge of life for a moment at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, and Draco forced his head to lift, tilting it to study Littlepaw, who looked oddly anxious considering he was a complete stranger. Was he okay? Did, pray, he look okay? If he did, then perhaps he'd have to stop whining, but Draco was willing to bet that he looked shit, considering every time he glanced about himself, he realised he was laying in a puddle of blood.

" I'm doing incredibly well, " he responded dryly, eyes narrowing somewhat against the pain. " What does it- " he coughed, blood dribbling down his chin- " what does it look like? " his words held no malice, though, to weak to seem cruel.
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[/fancypost][size=2px][color=transparent] #malfoooooy

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Had anybody seen a healthy Draco? Even after being patched up, most of his time in BlizzardClan had been spent healing, so technically, no, Draco had never been completely okay whilst in the clan. Of course, that wasn't anybody here's fault — it was just an unfortunate coincidence, and one that Draco tried not to dwell on all that much, if he was honest. The pain of remembering was almost as bad as the pain of a recent beating, and frankly, he would much rather avoid all that.

A raging dragon, two raging Exilers, a new rank and batshit crazy enemy kittens. A lot of anger that came from enemies who didn't seem to understand the word enemy, but other than that, BlizzardClan was as dandy as ever. The thing that caught his attention, really, was batshit crazy enemy kittens. Crazy enemy babies weren't things Draco could properly imagine, but, then again, this world was so fucked up, he honestly wasn't surprised. " Lovely, " Malfoy murmured, voice rasping as he attempted to subtly clear his throat.

Trainee. He was still a trainee, technically, wasn't he? He'd never actually upped himself to warrior, but he supposed he was finally the age, more or less. Draco looked back at Felix, blinking a sharpened gaze at him, one that seemed far more alert than before. " I'd normally make a cleverly timed, snappish comeback here, but I guess neither of us are willing to act in character. " he replied, quirking a brow. " It's the same bloody person that got me the time before, and the time before that, too. " and plenty of times before BlizzardClan, but these people don't need to know. He could say it was serial attacker, or something. The same, mysterious perpetrator and not someone he was meant to love.

His gaze then flitted back to Littlepaw, who now seemed incredibly agitated, and Malfoy paused. Even with someone as ridiculous as Longbottom, it had taken more than a simple statement to derail him. " Doesn't matter, " he muttered, ears angling backwards. Littlepaw hadn't done anything wrong, anyway. He'd just been a moron — that was so regular, now, he doubted it was even a sin.
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