Thread: Fallen Moon/Lady

Draco chuckled a little and nodded. i thought it suited me. i am always being told i'm as cold as Ice.' he admitted with a grin. and i'm prettier than most women. he paused. well, most English women, i can't really compare to the fair women here. i think the Cold gives them an advantage over other females. he admitted with a nod, smirking at her angry retort. yes, it must be my foreign nose. he agreed. and if your a brainless Twit than i'm a sideshow freak. he muttered with a roll of his eyes before smiling at her. the same with me. i have given up my life for Love, i will not spend the rest of my life without it. he admitted. these fools who think i seduce their King... er, sorry,. Tsar for Power have no idea. he admitted with a chuckle. Dowagar hmm? interesting title. i fear i will never understand Russian politics. he admitted with a small sigh. ah well, it is my duty to serve, not to navigate power hungry politicians, thank all the Realms. he smirked at her. if you like, i can teach you how to gut a man without getting blood on your dress? he offered. i don't know how many outfits i've ruined slitting a throat the wrong way. he complained with a rather feminine pout before he smiled at her, offering her comfort as she was led away. he smiled as he finished the last song and bowed to the clapping patrons before pausing as he felt a stir of trouble. he loved being an Angel sometimes, the 'strings' that he 'tied' to people always alerted him when they where in trouble. he would always know when the Tsar or the Grand Duchess where in trouble, and she was in trouble now. he leaped to his feet, his eyes flashing dangerously as he rushed out to the balcony. as a Guardian, he did have permission from the 'higher ups' to kill when he needed to, and from the way the 'string' was vibrating, Death was the only answer here. he rushed out to the Balcony, the Dragon's Claw materializing into existence on his hand. the weapon was just like a metal glove, the three inch blades the 'claws', several people shrieking as they saw the weapon, and then the screams started as blood sprayed across the floor... not a drop landed on Draco or Anna, which only made the rest of the party goers understand just how deadly Draco was. the would be Rapist gurgled, clutching his stomach, which had been torn open by the Claws of the Dragon. Draco didn't say a word as the Claws dematerialized, grabbed the man's hair, and pitched him over the side of the four story high balcony. the Duke uttered a single, shrill scream of terror before he hit the ground in a sickening Crunch that had several of the guests turning green, Draco's icy tone ensuring that no one looked at him the same way again. would anyone else like to touch the Grand Duchess inappropriately again!? he demanded, the Tsar rushing to his daughter, ignoring the blood on the floor. as power hungry and bad tempered as the Tsar was, he really did love his daughter. no one moved, spoke, or even breathed as Draco stood guard over the Star and his daughter, the blood soaking into his shoes as it drained out into the ballroom, the guests quickly stepping out of the rivulets way as the Tsar carefully helped his daughter cover back up properly. Draco, see Anna to her room. i will have the servants clean this room and deal with the body. Draco nodded and bowed to Anna, as was proper, and kissed her hand. if it pleases you My Lady, i will show you safely to your room. it was almost, frightening that there wasn't even blood on his hands. clearly, he hadn't been lying when he'd told her he could teach her how to slit a throat.