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From a Roar to a Whisper	By : Evenstar Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 1822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-From a Roar to a Whisper
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Never much gave a thought to nature of women, as people or as a species. Sure,
I could appreciate a beautiful woman when I saw her. I could usually have them
if I wanted them. But I never quite realized they were an altogether different
animal. I have no memories of my mother and for years I thought she was just
a cunt. She dumped me in the trash after I was born, right? Mothers are supposed
to love their kids. The mother of mine does. But fate is fate and I've forgiven
my mother because it led me to where I am now and I like it here.
In the slam, they don't much care who they throw into the mess. I've seen some
pretty nasty shit done to women in there and seen them do more than some themselves.
It's always survival of the fittest and that's not always a man. There's not
many things from my past I'm proud of, but I never forced myself on a woman.
That was for the weak minded. A man isn't ruled by his heart or his mind, he's
ultimately ruled by his instincts. It's kill or be killed and not fuck or get
fucked. The law never gave me enough credit.
I've witness my wife give birth two of our children, and scream and curse all
through it like the most hardened merc who's ever hunted my ass. I got nothing
on her, she's the strong one. Take Kyra for example. She was strong enough to
resist and fool the Necromongers into thinking she was one of theirs. But she
was stronger, she protected what was hers, she saved me from the Lord Marshal.
I understand now why she was so pissed off with me when I abandoned her. She
thought of me as hers and I didn't see it until shy lay dying in my arms. I
named my first two kids after her. Jack and Kyra.
Women will go beyond all rhyme and reason to protect what's theirs. Last year
I went into the city for supplies. I'd done it lots of times before and it would
only take me two days to get everything we needed for a ce ofe of months. At
first I worried about leaving my family alone, even for a short time. Your life
can change in the blink of an eye and if I wasn't there and something happened,
I'd never know, would I? I never told her my fears, I thought they were stupid
to begin with. That's just a risk you have to take. You can't know the value
of another person without the fear of losing them.
She'd taken the children into the dense forest behind the house. Usually animals
don't come to close, knowing there's a predator like me guarding the perimeter.
It took them by surprise, there before they even knew it was a hundred yards
away. The beast is like a cat. It stand seven feet tall on its hind legs, with
claws as long as your fingers. It hunts feat eat and doesn't care about much
else. They usually stick to the mountains, but not this day. They move ten times
as fast as a human, so there's no sense in running. Jack was too young and too
scared to use his fire effectively, and Kyra was too small to do anything but
cry. The only benefit of being a water Elemental in a time like this was that
she could disperse and reform herself away from danger, but that would leave
the children without a shield. My girl's been in fights before, when she was
imprisoned, but nothing like this. She doesn't even know how to use a shiv,
not that she had one with her to begin with. How fucking stupid is it to take
on a wild animal with nothing but your bare hands? It was an act of bravery
the likes of which I'd never know before. Don't ever get between a woman and
her children.
As I approached the house I could smell her blood on the air, rich and coppery
and distinctly hers. I dropped my gear and followed the scent. It was over in
ten seconds. I saw her bloodied, torn up body covering Jack anra'ra's and the
beast about to have them for its dinner. My shivs were out and through it before
it knew I was a hundred yards away. There wasn't a single scratch on
the kids and when I went to them, they didn't realize it was over and wouldn't
let go of their mother. I carried the three of them back to the house. I didn't
have time to comfort them, I had to tend my wife's wounds. Her pulse was weak
and thready from the loss of blood, but fortunatelknewknew what to do. I submersed
her in a tub full of water and let nature take its course and prayed I wasn't
too late. I stayed by her side through the night, sitting in a chair with Jack
and Kyra in my lap, the boy retelling what had happened in broken sentences.
She used to like the sun on her bare back and wore these skimpy slips of cloth
that just barely covered her breasts. I could look at her all day as she danced
around, or did nothing at all. Now she covers herself up, thinks her scars make
her ugly, no matter how much I tell her otherwise. Now we have a ritual when
we make love. I spend time kissing her back, licking the length of each line
of white until she's shaking with desire. I make her feel beautiful, tell her
I love her, then I made her scream when she comes. I love those scars, they're
proof that she loves me. She was sacrificing herself to save our children and
I'm proud of her for that. How could she be anything other than beautiful to
me?
It was after that she was able to talk about what happened to her when the
government decided to hoard all the Elementals together in a prison. She talked
about all the unwanted attentions from the guards she had to defend herself
against. Telling me how she would have rather died than let another man have
what was mine. I wanted to tear those men from limb to limb. She talked about
the long cold nights of missing me and the warmth of my body. How she craved
my touch and my heat. She told me how scared she was to have Kyra in that place.
In all her visions of the future she nesaw saw a fraction of what we've been
through. She has this perfect picture in her head of our family decades from
now. Four very powerful half Furyan half Elemental beings that complete some
damned prophecy that's as old as both races. I still don't give a

about it and I hate every time I have to hear about it. I can usually think
of a few interesting ways to shut her up, after a little while she doesn't mind
so much.
I keep teg myg myself that one of these days I'll teach her how to fight. Each
time I've tried she's turned it into a game and I end up pinned under her slight
weight, loving all the wicked little things she starts to do with her hands
and her tongue. Beme eme every time. She brings out a side in me that no one
else sees. At first I thought it was a weakness to love and to want told hold
her and the children in my arms for hours on end. Soon enough I realized they
were my greatest strength because nothing could ever steer me off the path of
redemption I'd been put on. I'd fight any man to keep my family free and safe.
Hell, I'd take on legions as big as the Necros! Anything, anything to keep them
with me. And I know she'd do the same. Makes me love her all the more.
I look across the bed at her, skin soaked with our sweat and glowing in the
dim light of the candles on the window sill. Her eyes are hooded and she's trying
to get her breathing under control. She wipes the damp hair from her brow and
smiles. I take her foot in my hands and gently kneed the arch and she groans
again. I love the sounds she makes when I'm pleasuring her. She tries to be
quiet so not to wake the kids, but unless she sinks her teeth into my shoulder,
there's no stopping her. I pull her down the sheets and I crawl over her, a
low growl in my throat and a smirk on my face. Fuck, she's sexy.
"You're an insatiable man, Richard Riddick," she muses, locking her
arms around my neck.
"You're a beautiful woman," I reply, my voice a little husky. There's
a soft mew that threatens to soon become a wail coming by way of the crib on
the other side of the room.
"He'll be hungry." With a sigh I leave her and walk across the room
to where our new son lays. He's getting big now, bigger than his brother was
at three months. I cradle the baby against my naked chest and he relaxes, knowing
he's safe and I'm taking him to his mother. I lay the boy in her welcoming arms
and his mouth finds her swollen nipple and begins to suckle. I settle on the
mattress next to them and watch in fascination. She hums softly and caresses
his arms and legs and the top of his head. He watches us for a while, then his
eyes close. Riddick the family man? Never in a million years did I see it coming.
Now this one woman holds my whole world in her hands.
"I love you," I say suddenly before I realize the words were coming.
She smiles at me and touches my cheek.
"You don't say that often. It's nice to hear."
"I mean it every day."
"I know you do. It's still nice to hear." She leans back against
me and I wrap them up in my arms.
"Doesn't want for much does he?" I ask, my fingers skitting over
the soft down of our baby's head.
"No. He's perfect." She shifts and looks up at me, there's a strange
look on her face. "You're content, being here? Aren't you?" Now where'd
that come from? I've never given her reason to think otherwise.
"I ever say that? Aereon told me you grew up in a palace. This ain't no
palace." The boy's done feeding and is asleep again. She moves away from
me and returns him to his crib. She doesn't come back right away and I look
at her and wait.
"I was never happy in a palace." She looks like sheon ton the verge
of tears and I beckon her over. She comes to me quickly and my arms go around
her, trying to soothe from her what I don't know is wrong. Damned if I know
what to do.
"Your life before..."
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