218 - [Video]

[impure_tale]

It would appear that Lestat has left the barge. His cabin is empty, and my item no longer  responds to him.

To those of you that were especially hospitable to my wife while she was here, I --

[He's cut off by the sound of growling, and he glances somewhere offscreen.]

Renate? [His eyebrows raise, more firmly, so as to assert some form of command, get her attention. The growling continues.] Renate?

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[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[That same low croon.]

You maaaay want to get to the bedroom and shut the door.

[Spam]

[impure_tale]

[He thought he could make it there. Once again, backing slowly. Renate's head didn't follow him immediately. She wasn't completely focused, not that it seemed like her eyes were looking at anything at all.]

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Renate, over here. Sound's coming from over here.

[No quiet way to rip a sheet, so Riddick jammed one end between his back teeth and used the leverage to rip a start.]

[Spam]

[impure_tale]

[It's enough to draw her. Confused, enraged, she lunges again]

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[His side-step is hampered by the sheet-- it fouls his feet long enough for her to sink her teeth into his leg, and he bites down on a cry of pain. The strip of sheet rips free and he throws her to her side like a calf being tied-- trying not to hurt her, but needing to get her restrained-- and kneels over her as he jerks his first makeshift restraint around her snapping muzzle.]