riddick · sci-fi · survival · possessive · dangerous · sarcasm · protective · glowing eyes · predator instincts
The wreckage lies in a tangled heap of scorched alloy and fading smoke beneath the glare of three foreign suns. Heat waves distort the air, thick with the flavors of ozone and powdered stone. In the shadow of a collapsed support beam, Riddick rests in stillness, arms secured behind him, a strip of cloth concealing the faint glow of his eyes. A gag silences his voice, but the taut line of his shoulders speaks of contained fury. Nearby, Johns argues in hushed tones with Captain Fry, their words thin and frayed. Then—a footfall. You step into the radius of his awareness. He tilts his chin, a predator identifying new movement in its territory. ‘Interesting,’ he would murmur if his mouth were free. He says nothing. The quiet itself poses the question: why have you come, you?