Eponine had just finished prepping all of her work until she remembered having caught a few fireflies nearby the river. The little bugs were still crawling around underneath the cloak she had gotten from the ramen, wriggling and squirming their way out of it, it proved difficult for Eponine to catch them again. Her hands had just closed around one, until she saw underneath the light of the moon and the glowing yellow shimmer of the bug in her hands that the Ramen had returned. With a dead hog upon his lap. Standing up defiantly behind her little make-shift stove, watching carefully not to knock the big flat stone over, the size of a decent chair seat, she wanted to open her mouth to tell him off for killing an innocent animal. But she wisely shut up, taking in the details of his frightening appearance all in once, now the light finally made her able to watch it all. She inhaled softly, impressed by the scars and the strange eerily white skin unlike anything she had ever seen before. Somehow her being was less afraid and more curious about what had created something like that to exist. She couldn't compare it to anything she had seen, the images in her books about the old war were definitely not enough to prepare her for this.<br/><br/>''You.. you are blind.'' she simply stated, before falling back into silence and continuing roaming her gaze over his physique.<br/><br/>The Ramen looked intelligent, almost refined in every inch of his being. The spikes that served as hair reminded her of porkypines, but much, much more deadly and impressive looking. She did not even realise that she had been standing there, her hands closed around the still wriggling bug, rudely staring at him. She felt a twang of excitement of being able to see something so strange, so otherworldly from up close, an excitement that quickly went away when the flickering moonlight upon his claws was dimmed by the vile smelling scent of fresh blood. Razor had started slashing through the skin and began gutting the animal, making Eponine wretch of the horrid and vile sight unfolding before her eyes.<br/><br/>She noticed he was sharing her disgust at the disgusting work he was doing, noticing his sharp teeth and claws, she wondered if he would need what she was about to offer to him.<br/><br/>''My name is not 'princess', It's Eponine. Not princes, not hun, nor honey, or anything else you can think of, just Eponine. Alright? And care for a knife for that? Even though you seem adamant on eating that, at least have the decency to do it a little civilised will you?''<br/><br/>Eponine started rummaging through her bag, still holding the firefly in her hand, the other three flying around her head giving her enough light to find the jar and simple huntersknife she was looking for. Putting the unfortunate bug in the glass, she gingerly laid the knife close to Razor. Close enough for him to grab it, but far away enough for her not to come to close to the bloodied pig he was gutting.<br/><br/>''We.. we didn't have a choir. I was by far the youngest nun in the monastery, the one after me was about 60-something years old. It's not accustomed any more for the villagers to sacrifice their firstborn girls to serve god. I'm the last of the religious families, or well.. I was the last, since they are all.. ''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>