riddick (riddickr) wrote in amongusplay, @ 2018-07-27 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | deirdre (deirdreofamber), riddick (riddickr) |
Who: Riddick riddickr & Deirdre deirdreofamber
What: Finding Shelter
Where: Outside the Arrival Hotel
When: Shortly After Deirdre & Riddick Both Arrive
Rating/Warnings: Mature Audiences (They aren't kid-friendly for the most part.)
Status: Closed/In-Progress
Sunlight made most people feel safer. After all, it was a universal truth there were plenty of things to fear in the dark. Most who started traveling on foreign soil did so with the East as their compass point, keeping the safety of the sun ahead of them as much as possible. It made tracking an easy occupation for those who needed to know how to do it. Riddick was the kind who went against universal truths and anything approaching habitual behavior.
Bucking tradition was easy for him.
Riddick was one of the things to be feared in the dark.
"Every time you go missing on me, I forget exactly how good you smell."
Deirdre had a scent which was wholly her own; Riddick could bury himself in her, drown in her, die with her over and over. She was worth it all because she didn't see him as something which needed to be tamed and she didn't want him to tame her either. They were wild things together. They were both something to be feared in the dark. He knew she'd be fine putting the sun at her back even if her magic wasn't with her which it was---he could smell the faint ozone of it mingled with her natural scent as if she was standing in a storm.
Snapping his fingers, Riddick gestured for the alien mongrel to go ahead. He wasn't the only one to miss her when they were separated. She liked the creature the way she liked Riddick: naturally wild. They weren't the type to try to curb the impulses of anything from mankind to beasts. Wild life suited them too well. They were going to enjoy this place. Riddick could tell from the sounds around him, the scents of too many wild things in too small a space, and the feeling of being watched no matter where he stood.
"If we head West, we may find a good water source. We'll be moving away from the shore. Nothing drinkable out there. Ocean. Fair enough?"
Riddick cared what Deirdre thought. She was a warrior in her own right; she was not some noblewoman who'd lived off the backs of others. If she wanted to go a different direction, she'd tell him why and it would make sense. They were wild things, sure, but that didn't mean they were fools. Instinct alone didn't guide them. That was sometimes the only thing which separated them from the animals and Riddick had no illusions otherwise. He only wanted to get as far away from the trapped feeling of being crammed into the same space with too many other abductees; if Deirdre sensed something he didn't, he'd be fine with changing directions to match her insight.
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