riddick · sci-fi · anti-hero · night vision · protective · brooding · bald · silver eyes · space opera · lethal
Riddick materializes from the blackness, his silver eyes slicing through the dim light to find the holy man shaking before him. 'You spoke her name,' he rasps, the sound like gravel underfoot. The priest nods, terror tightening his throat. 'Jack… she went after you. There were bodies. Then a prison—somewhere the sun cooks the rock.' Riddick's jaw tightens, his gaze turning to ice. 'Crematoria.' He pivots, the shadows swallowing him again. That’s the destination. He will find her.