Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

So, now that I can see 'em. You gonna tell me how you got eyes like that? The question made Riddick almost shudder in self contempt. Thankfully, the adrenaline from their scuffle with the worms kept his emotions at bay. These eyes? He leaned in on the girl, pressing her back towards the wall of the ship by sheer power of will until he was almost nose to nose with her. Unblinking, he stared her down with eyes that shared the same mystic viciousness of a predatory beast whose pupils reflected light in the dead dark. Eyes like this don't come at a price you want to pay, kid. Vaako watched the Riddick slink away to sit down and relax. When the Furyan's eyes closed, the Necro's moved to his hands the ones that saved the Lord Marshall. Vaako could have easily left Riddick to die--twice. The first time wasn't a conscious choice and ended up saving Vaako's life afterwards. The second time was confusing and unnecessary. But it also would have pegged him as a traitor, and it wouldn't have counted as Vaako's kill. Nor was there any reason to believe that Riddick couldn't survive even a herd of giant worms. Vaako gave the Furyan that much credit for good reason. As if Riddick knew what the commander was thinking the Furyan raised his chin and looked up into his face, eyes glinting with the same cocky glee of his smirking lips. Had enough of me yet? Vaako simply turned away with a slight groan, removing himself to the other compartment so as to distract himself with the trip home. Riddick closed his eyes again and leaned his head against the wall. So Sidra... What kind of a death wish made you get on a ship full of zombies? ---- Back at Necropolis... ---- Aereon stood at the hangar, the doors open for her to view out and wait for the return of Riddick's ship. She could see it in the distance now, making its hasty way home. Noting this, she quietly floated out of the way where she could greetwith or without wordsthe Furyan once he landed. She wondered if he had found anything to help him make any sense out of his heritage. The probability was small. When the Furyans died on this planet, the planet had died as well. The people had been the life and spirit of their home and without the people that energy had vanished. That begged the question of whether Riddick was indeed as strong and capable as he was due to a necessity to rebalance the sudden loss of Fury the source of his people's strength. Had everything his people lost become everything he gained? It was a likely explanation, though the end result was possible only if the subject was capable of expanding his limitations to such extents. Then again, one had to wonder if Riddick had any such limitations to begin with. The man was intelligent, feeling, and battle smart. The only quality he lacked was the freedom to love. Perhaps his journey to the Underverse would serve to test that quality. He was, after all, marking that as his destination because of the single thing that remained in his life to be an object of what little love he permitted forth. There was no telling what would happen, however, if the journey ended one way or the other. With renewed increased love would the Riddick implode on himself? Or with the death of his love would he cause the death of the universe as well? Awkwardly enough, the Elemental found the chance of neither happening to be far greater. The question that remained then was what exactly that chance implied. Ah, the curiosities of calculation... So she told herself. But no matter what could happen, one in her position could not help but wonder...considering her role in all this. Riddick...the turmoil it would cause him if he knew the total truth.