These Lands Are Our Lands (p1)
07-03-2014, 01:21 AM
He listened to the male, gaze never leaving him for more then a moment. This stranger had no idea what he was setting himself up for...Hansel could be quite difficult, he was sure his sister would agree to that. He nodded slightly as another smirk presented itself on his maw, casting a slight glance at the one called Motif. He had no problem trying to prove himself, he did in the war for his sisters life after all. Finally, Bass would ask him if he would stay, and Hansel would think for a moment as silent as ever. "If you prove your worth as an Alpha, I'll stay. Don't take it the wrong way," He would shrug slightly as he stared at him. "I don't follow blindly, prove to me you're worth staying around for, and I'll do what needs to be done around here. In turn, I'll prove to you I'm worth your time...and headaches." I need a place for my sister to be safe, too. He grinned then, a twinge of humor sparkling in his eyes. Sure he could be hot headed and stubborn as hell, but what did that matter? He was still a good character, and had the heart of a lion. He would never back down, and although he had a flaring temper that made him irrational at times, he was as good as anyone else. "Name's Hansel, by the way." Speech |