These Lands Are Our Lands (p1)

N/A · 07-03-2014, 12:32 AM

Icy gaze remained trained on those before him, gaze seeking out the one the girl pointed out. So that man was the Alpha here? Looks like a greenhorn...this will be very interesting. He would think to himself. Hansel was easily able to tell who was experienced and who was not, and this male would surely have to prove himself to Hansel before he gained his complete loyalty...but he wouldn't tell him that, of course. "Nah, I heard. All I have to say, is my skills are not to be used lightly...I'm a trained assassin, it's been my trade since I was very young. I am not afraid to kill, but I won't do it without just cause. Unless of course, I can be convinced with the right price." He would smirk slightly, wondering what they thought of him now that they knew his profession. Of course, it wasn't his first time on the merry go round. If he had been given the opportunity, he would have killed those who had taken his sister as a slave. Every. Single. One.

He stared at Bass, wondering what the male was thinking about him. Hansel was no pushover, but he would listen to authority who gained his respect and loyalty by proving themselves as well. Taurig had to when he first joined the cobalt Rey's pack. Had even followed him after Taurig had given up Tortuga before. And that was rare, to gain the grey toned males respect and loyalty. "That being said. I am very skilled in fighting, I've been in many fights, have done quite a number of assassination jobs, and even fought in a war last year. If you can handle me, then you can handle anything life throws at you." He would chuckle slightly, coldly almost. He wanted to see how this guy would react to him, for Hansel wasn't a bad guy. Just in between, giving his loyalty to those who proved themselves worthy of it. And although Hansel was often very stubborn and did things as he saw fit, he would listen to an Alpha however reluctant he might be at times, and sometimes even with attitude. He was a hard wolf to deal with sometimes, but nobody could really hold it against him...not with what he and his sister had been through their whole lives. The scarred mail would wait, body invisibly ready should they decide to attack him. A trained warrior always had to be ready.

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