R35 - Carnivore animal

[with_my_teacup]

[Public & Kitchen Spam]
Noch breffast, chicos.

[Anyone who comes into the kitchen will notice that Riddick is all but non-verbal. He doesn't really understand English or any of the other major languages, and anyone who doesn't have a grounding in several common Earth languages won't understand the language he speaks-- the child of accented English and space-travel Spanish and technical Chinese with loanwords peppered in like... well, pepper, subject to extreme grammatic drift, with even the familiar verbs conjugated in unfamiliar ways and prepositions hiding where they're least expected

So he's not talking much. Instead, much pantomime, much grunt and shrug. ...And much picture. Enjoy your breakfast menu, barge.]

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[with_my_teacup]

You're welcome.

[That's in English, too, in the US accent that prevails on the barge.

Riddick is visibly relaxing as he walks; there was just a little tension in his shoulders from the whole... dealing with people he couldn't talk to thing.]

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas claps him on the shoulder - too gently, like he's afraid he'll hurt Riddick by accident - but in grim agreement. Awful flood. Very annoying.]

[with_my_teacup]

[An eyebrow at him. Who's fragile here, deadman. But then a nod: this sucks.

Riddick leads him up to the deck, through the warden area and to the door of the CES, giving him a little 'after you' wave. Partner recognizes the door and shifts in agitation, whining happily.]

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas nods and opens the door - as usual, the first thing they're greeted by is a blast of cold air. They're on the banks of a clean, restless river that rolls down steep cliffs where time has scraped the grass off of the underlying bones of the land. Redwoods thicker around than the Barge's main hallways dig into the frosted earth all around them. No snow, not yet, but the sky is a pale china-blue that shows winter is close.

Arthas makes a satisfied noise and strides inside.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick slips the leash off Partner's harness as soon as the door was shut behind him, waving him off with a 'go play' that sends him charging into the woods.

Riddick's mouth quirks again. His desert dog; short hair, huge heat-venting ears, optimized for heat and low moisture. He'd hate this environment if he was still alive, if there was any heat to vent.

He shivers, but he knew they'd be someplace cold; he's wearing more than his usual arm-bearing getup, and he pulls the hood of his cloak up over his head. ]

Partner! Hup!

[The dog comes pelting back at a run.]

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas wants to say: I know this place, here's where I walked, here's where we fought, here's where a were-worgen tried to shoot one of my val'kyr. If we go east I can show you eagles, north of here is an entire city inside a hollow tree.

But he can't, and lets out a frustrated hiss instead and jerks his head off in the direction of the eagle roosts. Come on, there's a thing over here when you're done with whatever you're doing with the dog.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick grabs a stick and hurls it into the wilderness for Partner to go find, and then falls into step with Arthas.

Partner comes running back before they get far, shoving the stick against Arthas' hand to try to make him throw it.]

[darknessb4me]

[Partner likes him! This is news to Arthas, who is generally oblivious about that. He crooks a smile and fluffs its neck before throwing it again - off to the west, so he doesn't run into any birds of prey along the way.

The next group of redwoods they pass opens into the remains of a stone temple, bombed-out, crumbling and scorched. Every inch of what remains is carved with intricate spirals and on the highest pillars that are still standing are dozens of nests. The eagles circling are large enough to pick up a person, but Arthas doesn't seem concerned. He does, however, stay at a healthy distance from any occupied nests.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick makes a little 'hmm' of interest, following their flight with his eyes-- and takes his cue from Arthas, whistling Partner back from anywhere that he might get attacked. Partner is currently more engaged in his stick, anyway, dashing back to whoever's closest, bowing playfully, trying to get up a game of tug-of-war.]

Mmmm?

[Are they going someplace in particular? he means.]