This was and still is my home[joining]
07-06-2013, 12:34 PM
Dragneel looked at Gargoyle, the man was nothing like the girl who had accepted him into tortuga before. He felt more obliged to bow and serve him than the others. Than again that was his old habits kicking in again. What could he offer? "My mother is of kingdom heritage, I have pack training to an extend and my small size makes for easy to get into small spaces. My limbs are a bit stronger than most as well, since of how many times they've been broken." Dragneel said, wondering if that was enough. He didn't know if it was, sure he was a perfect warrior who listened to orders no matter what they were, but what was that worth. He had been enraged enough to take on a bear resulting in missing back claws and a scar across his snout. "My brother who resides in Valhalla has also taught me some things." Dragneel looked at his leg that was currently injured. 'Teaching' it had been more of a scolding than anything, but he didn't mind. "I bring loyalty, to the best of my ability my body is for the pack to use.....wait." He found it hard to find the words as he shook his head. "I mean I'll be loyal." Old slave habits were hard to get out of, even though he enjoyed being told what to do. Having his own choice was to the horrors of the back of his mind. Speech, |