Neverwinter Forest a soul denied

The agouti male before him did not appear to have any sort of intentions for leaving and Sinaaq felt his lip curl in distaste towards the clinging creature before him. Like a leech, Ciervo did not seem to want to let go no matter how plainly Sinaaq made his unwelcomeness. Brow rose into a wicked arch over his eye as he watched Ciervo huff that it was a shame and then continue forth to spew out words in regards to how Sinaaq had appeared useful but how Ciervo had been mistaken, even adding extra emphasis on the 'very'. It was a clear manipulation attempt. Sinaaq was no fool; not to mention it was a manipulation tactic he, himself, used often. A play on pride. Sinaaq was an extremely prideful creature by nature, proven many times. The Vanity incarnate, however, shifted his weight subtly, unimpressed. If Sinaaq hadn't used that tactic before he might have fallen prey to it because it had prickled at his pride, like a child with a stick tempting a king cobra, daring it to lash forth and sink venomous fangs into it's skin in defense of own poked pride.

Even so, Sinaaq liked to think he had better control of himself than to go off in an angry tangent all because this male, who did not know the first thing about him, claimed that he was useless. Sinaaq knew the truth. He was extremely useful, in many more ways than one. The darkling's skills were of a darker vein, true, but they could not be disputed in their usefulness. "Do you always run around making ridiculous assumptions about another's usefulness when you do not know them?" The darkling questioned, his Germanic accent lilting, making the words of the common tongue harsher with it's soft rasp.

"You cannot use a manipulation tactic on me that I, myself, use so often." A wicked, dark smirk began to twist the corners of Sinaaq's lips upwards, teasing Ciervo with it's almost presence. Want to try again? The challenge in Sinaaq's fierce, fiery eyes questioned.