Neverwinter Forest Where there is a flame

Kat, it's always best kind roleplaying with you! This thread- especially the effects of your last post- are definitely integral to Lawless' development, so awesome times had by both! :D:D

Their insults had quickly gone from being mature and to the point, to becoming quite immature and insensitive. It had been too witty a trap for Lawless to fall into- that weaved by a woman who painted pictures of malicious men and then hung them about the shoulders of the ones she met. And true to the one she'd judged him to be, he'd become as immature as the face in the picture. But he was too angry right now to stop and apologize for being such an idiot.

When his words hit home, she became still and silent, and eventually tore her gaze away to shake her head. She looked as resilient as before, and despite the fire in her bright eyes he was still proud enough of a creature to think he'd won. There, He thought. There- I've won. I'm not so boring am I now, Seattle? But when he saw the tiny glimpse of hurt in Turq's eyes, he simultaneously saw the disappointment in Seattle's. She wouldn't come running back to him, certainly not because he'd hurt another woman through a fickle battle of words and staring. This wouldn't bring her back, nor did it make him any more worthy of her. If anything, this proved her point. There was nothing in him that would keep a woman by his side.

He held her gaze with a cold yellow one of his own, but his disdain was not for her- but himself. And it inflated when his pride kept him from saying anything else to her, even when she regurgitated the meal she'd eaten not so long ago- like a mother would for a helpless baby. She turned and left, leaving him half the winner but even moreso the loser. Wordlessly he turned and kicked a few pawfulls of dirt over the barely digested rabbit remains and moved away from the area.

He couldn't keep driving women away. But he wasn't sure it was a habit he could break.