[ Grantaire's voice snaps at the groan and cracks with disuse, making it sound almost like an animal imitating human speech rather than a (once) practiced French tongue. R doesn't mean to speak so harshly as the first words he says to his involuntary visitor, but he was very alarmed by the sound. He'd been alone for a while.
Jesus Christ, no wonder he fell. He doesn't think.
But he's too beautiful not to be a little stupid, Grantaire decides to himself as he watches carefully- from several feet away. He moves from a full sit to draw his knees up and brace his feet on the ground, in case the hunter makes him need to move quickly. The cave wasn't much for room, be he was willing to share the space and his (some-stolen, some-purchased) medical supplies with the stranger after carrying the injured man out of danger.
For all that he went through, R is surprised that he's awake so soon. Midday sunshine was beaming its way through the mouth of the cave onto him, which may have been what disturbed him. Not that it excuses his trying to use a broken limb. Half of his were broken, and that's twice the reason to stay put. Grantaire was quite relieved he had found this place to escape from the tribe when he felt too numb and paralyzed and testy to be around the others. It was even better for this guy, right now. R hadn't been with others in some time. Part of him hoped the wolves thought he'd been killed for a trophy. Another part of him hoped that would actually happen.
That was part of the reason he was now in an even worse position than usual: back to the idiot. Grantaire, like most of them, wasn't always a monster. If one of the beasts was frightened away, fought off, or just tired, a human victim of its boredom or hunger might survive an attack.
If one survives being bitten, someone like R might be thrown away from their human society and chased away as a monster. That was many years ago, and he's since gone far from that place. The curse changed even his "human" appearance too much for anyone who knew him as a young teenager to recognize him. Hurt, anger, fear, any strong emotions will trigger a transformation; they didn't chase a village boy away, they frightened off the Beast.
R found the Beast they were looking for, weeks later: the monster who almost cost him a leg. The Beast won't trouble his family or take any more children from them. It was another year of isolation before he discovered there were "packs." And he didn't fit in well there, either.
Now, back to the topic children, his nostrils flared as he tried to detect any fear or suspicion from Redcoat. A mess of black curls and a loose knit cap hid his pointed ears. He stayed away for the sake of, well, decency- and so his guest wouldn't happen see his sharp canines. Without getting close enough to really look at his mouth or ears, he should be able to pass as a vagrant. Or something.
Grantaire had reasoned that he should appear human for as long as it took to make the hunter understand he was a friend. Er- well, that R wasn't going to hurt him. In fact, he saved him. And that was a very stupid thing to do, all things considered. Maybe Redcoat wasn't the most idiotic, after all. Or maybe R did want to die that seriously when he decided to do this. ]
[ FLOOF INTENSIFIES ] how did i get the lore bit of this it was your idea--
[ Grantaire's voice snaps at the groan and cracks with disuse, making it sound almost like an animal imitating human speech rather than a (once) practiced French tongue. R doesn't mean to speak so harshly as the first words he says to his involuntary visitor, but he was very alarmed by the sound. He'd been alone for a while.
Jesus Christ, no wonder he fell. He doesn't think.
But he's too beautiful not to be a little stupid, Grantaire decides to himself as he watches carefully- from several feet away. He moves from a full sit to draw his knees up and brace his feet on the ground, in case the hunter makes him need to move quickly. The cave wasn't much for room, be he was willing to share the space and his (some-stolen, some-purchased) medical supplies with the stranger after carrying the injured man out of danger.
For all that he went through, R is surprised that he's awake so soon. Midday sunshine was beaming its way through the mouth of the cave onto him, which may have been what disturbed him. Not that it excuses his trying to use a broken limb. Half of his were broken, and that's twice the reason to stay put. Grantaire was quite relieved he had found this place to escape from the tribe when he felt too numb and paralyzed and testy to be around the others. It was even better for this guy, right now. R hadn't been with others in some time. Part of him hoped the wolves thought he'd been killed for a trophy. Another part of him hoped that would actually happen.
That was part of the reason he was now in an even worse position than usual: back to the idiot. Grantaire, like most of them, wasn't always a monster. If one of the beasts was frightened away, fought off, or just tired, a human victim of its boredom or hunger might survive an attack.
If one survives being bitten, someone like R might be thrown away from their human society and chased away as a monster. That was many years ago, and he's since gone far from that place. The curse changed even his "human" appearance too much for anyone who knew him as a young teenager to recognize him. Hurt, anger, fear, any strong emotions will trigger a transformation; they didn't chase a village boy away, they frightened off the Beast.
R found the Beast they were looking for, weeks later: the monster who almost cost him a leg. The Beast won't trouble his family or take any more children from them. It was another year of isolation before he discovered there were "packs." And he didn't fit in well there, either.
Now, back to the topic children, his nostrils flared as he tried to detect any fear or suspicion from Redcoat. A mess of black curls and a loose knit cap hid his pointed ears. He stayed away for the sake of, well, decency- and so his guest wouldn't happen see his sharp canines. Without getting close enough to really look at his mouth or ears, he should be able to pass as a vagrant. Or something.
Grantaire had reasoned that he should appear human for as long as it took to make the hunter understand he was a friend. Er- well, that R wasn't going to hurt him. In fact, he saved him. And that was a very stupid thing to do, all things considered. Maybe Redcoat wasn't the most idiotic, after all. Or maybe R did want to die that seriously when he decided to do this. ]