WARNING: The female protagonist doesn't have a name for a reason. So please tolerate the wording's of 'she, her, female, woman, le' sexy lady with le' sexy body' talk. I will give her a name eventually when Riddick learns to ask.
&& knowing my dear Riddick it won't be any time soon.
Summits.
The arousal was unbearable but she did nothing but inhale, the abundant scent of iron, the tang of copper sliding alongside a darting tongue, the sounds of men gasping their last breath. It wasn't entirely her fault, in the least it was theirs for pretending to be what she was.
Animalistic, insane and just downright testy.
Crouching against the last survival she leered, his face warped in agony and horror as he watched her golden gaze slide against his body like a snake dancing seductively over his already numbing skin.
What she did next was pure instinct, her lips brushing against his, the warm crimson liquid soaking her lips as a tongue danced out to taste her last fatality.
'Are we moving too fast?' He wheezed, his heart slowing rapidly at the absurd question, she groaned, her hand removing the left over substance before continuing with a smirk 'don't be so discourteous, a lady is asking a question you know.' An unkempt nail poked the male's side, provoking a hasty cough and one last havoc breath from the quivering male.
She sighed softly, 'Well, don't pretend you can please me if you can't even stay alive.' Pouting the woman rose, her dark mahogany hair swaying to her bare feet her skin dirty with plasma, hardly noted of her typical olive tan.
Taking one last glance at the man's glassy cold hazel eyes she wandering towards the opened cave picking at her new present, one of the man's companions ring she had collected from the spar. It was attractive, an opal cut diamond shone bright through a golden band as small sapphires darted around the left side creating a small star. Cooing towards it she put it on her thumb, still lose she groaned tossing it on the bed chamber with the other jewels she accustomed throughout the year. It was so painfully boring, this planet that was still unknown even for her, the only person to actually admire its content unlike those who scorned the heat wind and unpredictable storms. Chaos. That's what she called this planet, and yet, its unpredictability became predictable, the mayhem became tamed at her hand and the destructive wind was like a soft breeze against her callous skin. Maybe it was better for her to call such a planet "Foreseeable" but sometimes even the heat threatened her. Oh, the heat, how she welcomed it, others cowered like rats while she bathed in it like those would in a river.
But she was different.
Stronger perhaps or maybe even smarter, whichever way she could while others couldn't, she survived while the others died either at her hands or natures, it didn't matter for they all fell in the end.
Boring, boring oh so boring!
Collapsing on the floor she rolled her body together, her knees to her lips pulling at the skinned rug. It was so cold suddenly as she realized once again she was alone.
"Maybe I shouldn't have killed the strangers so soon." No reply came to her ears, but her mind.
Who cares, they were weak!
"That's true. Do you remember what they said though? If we had only behaved they would have taken us somewhere else, far away from here. It sounded exciting." Sighing she rolled once, twice and finally submitted to looking into a glass mirror at her own reflection.
Pathetic, you smelt the lie as well as I. They had only wanted to mate with us, with their puny minds and tragic physique. We will not have offspring with such lowly creatures.
Her inner demon hissed low, the feeling of disgust rolling in her gut.
"I know Lilith." Replying in a mere whisper, the reflection showed two faces. A young girl with innocent golden hue eyes that have caused more destruction then she knew joined with waves of hair that covered her small petit body with more scars then skin, her cheeks were raised, the left marked with an exquisite streak of silver the shape of a bird she has had since always. The other face was altered, more mature with a grace of violence her eyes shone with silver that protruded the mark with value as her body seemed more relaxed under the gaze. Two different souls, two different worlds and yet they were each other's lives. Without Lilith, she would be dead, and without her she would turn pure animal.
It was their balance.
The morning smelled of burning flesh, the bodies had to go. Pushing back her trail of thick hair in a high unorganised ponytail she planted the last pile of dirt on the unmarked tomb. Usually there would be seven, each would represent one nameless individual but today… it was too late. Something smelt indifferent in the heatwaves and she would have rather moved onwards and hide the entrance to her cave before any unnecessary guests came barging through and she would have to dig new tombs in the already crowded earth.
"What is it?" The smell was musky, almost suffocating her flared nostrils.
Your guess is as good as mine pet.
"You know I hate that nickname." Lilith chuckled, the sound deep and echoing within her mind.
I know pet.
Grumbling she gripped the branch dragging it ungracefully through the hot sand that edged its way between her bare toes. The smell aroused once again, stronger, making the girls stomach twist and turn. Inhaling her surroundings she sensed it, someone - a male. His testosterone surrounded her in a thick aura, strong, dominate… where? Crouching she abandoned her task following her nose towards an opening between the bloodwood trees, their bark bending submissively for the man as if he himself was God.
She gasped as Lilith purred. The first thing the darkhaired woman saw was the fact he was hairless.
Now that is a man.
The woman didn't reply but merely watched the stranger, the need to mention the fact she had more hair on her body then the supposed man dragged down as she lowered her gaze. His broad shoulders worked at a branch a knife in one hand as he sharpened the other end of the stick in a well-built spear. Well, she at least had to give him credit for the marksman ship.
She eyed him up and down noting the flexing muscles under the black singlet.
Much credit.
"We should go." It was a small whisper but his head cocked to her direction, his hidden eyes behind dark goggles watching closely for any signs of movement. Stilling she lowered herself, her heart thumping so loud she was afraid it might compromise her position.
You should introduce yourself.
Shaking her head she watched as the man hummed displeased but perceptive to her presence. His nostrils flared as he turned to face her. Oh God – could he smell her? Pushing her body lower to the ground as if to burry herself she smelt her arm, sweet berries engulfed her senses. Cursing herself in her diligence to bathe daily and to come out smelling something that didn't smell of sweat she pushed herself towards the cave, watching the many sticks that could cause any slight noise.
Oh come on, he already knows you're here!
Acting ignorant the woman moved onwards unaware of the male stretched out on the tree next to her. She gasped her legs buckling as she fell backwards with an 'oof'. Fuming she gripped her pocket knife pushing herself on her feet as she crouched looking into the black goggles that showed no emotion or action to the woman before him.
"So much for the planet being deserted." His deep husky voice alone nearly knocked her off her feet.