Riddick's Foxy Mate

Death and Stew

I look into his eyes. Two eyes that seem to drag me in as I watch the color swirl.

"Well, Riddick. Is there something that apparently you need that I have or do you just have a knack at stalking people?" I ask him, gathering my bathing supplies.

I hear a growl as he seems to suddenly take in how I am dressed. Grabbing my clothes, I start to dress, but freeze when a pair of hands grab my hips, dragging me against another body. A very hard, muscled body.

Riddick's nose was suddenly pressed against my neck, drawing in a deep breath. I close my eyes at his closeness and involuntarily lean back against his chest. He moves his hands from my hips toward my stomach and I gasp and stiffen.

He rests his hands over my baby bump and takes another deep breath in, and that's when I relied what he was doing. He was smelling the smallest traces of oder from the father.

"Riddick..." I whisper, trying to turn to face him but he tightens his arms around me. That's when I hear it. A deep growl that shakes me to the core.

"I'm ok with keeping the pup, but him? He's dead." He growls out before he's gone and I'm left standing in just pants and a bikini top. I quickly finish dressing before collecting my things and heading for my ledge again.

My ears twitch at a small scrape of a pair of boots on the stone ground, making me tilt my head to the right.

"Kyra, if you were trying to sneak up on me, learn to fly. You might be quieter." I say out loud, placing a hand on my hip.

A sigh makes me smile as Kyra steps out of the darkness and looks a little sheepish that I caught her.

"Come on, child. If your going to follow me, carry my stuff." I grunt out, tossing my supplies at her and start walking where I was headed.

As I enter the pit, something seems off. I take a deep whiff and catch the sent of fear. "It's not feeding time. Why are they afraid?" I wonder out loud just in time for a body to hit the ground from above.

Kyra jumps and I raise an eyebrow at her. "Jumpy much?" I ask her, making her shrug her shoulders. I look back toward the body and I can tell instantly who it belongs to.

"Well. It's not like he didn't deserve it." I say out loud as I walk over his body and head for my small tunnel. As I reach the hole, I turn and grab the bundle of supplies from Kyra.

"I'll take these. You go get extra bedding and supplies. After I drop this I'm going to collect food. Making stew for everyone. Spread the word." I tell her, making her smile a true smile before scampering off throughout the prison.

I quickly make my way to my ledge, but pause when I see a pair or boots waiting at the entrance to the hole. A hand reaches down toward me and I know who it is right away. I sigh and push my stuff through the hole before grabbing the hand.

The hand is joined by another that sends warmth through my body and I'm gently pulled from the hole and set on my feet.

"Thank you." I whisper his way as I move over to my shelves. I quickly fold my clothing to one side of the shelf, making it half empty.

My stomach makes a slight grumbling noise and I gasp, my hand going to my bump. When was the last time I ate? I shake my head and grab some jars bundles or dried herbs. It's really hard to get anything that used to be green in this place so I try to use them sparingly.

I turn to go get the huge pot down off the wall but I'm met with a chest even with my nose. I blink and slowly lift my head to look Riddick in the eyes.