This is my first Riddick fic. Just to let you know.
Richard B. Riddick sat calmly taking in the scene before him.
A pack of killers stalking through their domain.
No that wasn't right it was his domain now, and to call this band misguided Neco adolescence a pack was an insult to packs, was an insult to...to her and hers.
Riddick stood slowly taking in how those before him, crossing the main hall of Necropolis bowed to him, he ignored it.
Images flashed through his mind. He could almost feel the cold biting into his flesh as snow whipped around him on a barren planet so far away.
Perhaps it was time to go back.
He shook his head slightly in silent debate as he slowly made his way across the vast chamber to the corridors that led back to his chambers.
A silent groan escaped in an exhale as he lay his face in his hands, sitting on the edge of a vast bed he fully intended to sleep in fully clothed. It was far too large for one person, of course they were always trying to persuade him to take a mistress. A mistress that would never satisfy, never compete.
A flash of white fur, pale eyes, a lupine grin.
Dagny.
He could remember it all, all those years ago when he all but fell into their world. Remembered it all clear as light.
It had been so cold. His fire had died out but he lacked he energy to rekindle it. He was just so damned tired.
He could remember voices and a sudden warmth on his face.
"Who is he?" A feminine voice questioned as he felt his body settled onto a soft surface.
The feel of fur on the back of his neck felt like heaven after three months on this rock with nothing but the cloths on his back. Hunting anything worth while was almost impossible and he'd been living on small mammals that kept to the caves. Their pelts were warm but barely enough to make gloves out of.
"Oh well you know his name is tattooed on his forehead can't you read it Dag?" A male voice, high in pitch giving anyone listening the idea that the speaker was of small stature.
"Shut up Loki. Don't make me through your out into the cold again," the woman, Dag snarled back in distaste.
"How about you both shut up," a third voice replied with great authority. "Where did you say you found him Koli?"
"Cave," a deep voice, far too deep by human standards, "West."
"You know brother dear," the lighter voice, Loki, replied, an obvious smile tainting his words, "Full sentences would be helpful."
"Then why don't you tell us Loki, you were there too were you not? Unless you left Koli alone, again," Dag snapped dangerously.
"We found him in the western range," Loki replied almost defiantly, "His fire had died, hell he was half dead."
The authoritative voice spoke up once more, "What I want to understand is why did you bring him here? He is an outsider, and a human no less, Koli I expect more of you. How could you endanger the pack-"
"Come on Njall, does he look like a normal human to you?" Loki replied quickly.
"He looks like fun," Dag interrupted.
"No Dagny, he looks like trouble," Njall countered.
"Same thing."
That was the last thing the escaped convict heard before darkness took him.