forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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(got it)

"Yes, sir," he answered with a mock salute, almost forgetting to use male pronouns when referring to her in front of Geoffrey.

Geoffrey laughed quietly, "How come the litte sprout is bossing you around now?"

Pierre almost snorted aloud. If only you knew… "Just wait, you'll find yourself under his control fairly soon."

"Aye.. If only for saving me." Geoffrey sighed. Edonine smiled amusedly.

Pierre shook his head, giving a small smile. "See you," he called, before closing the door behind him.

The winter peppered cold snowflakes onto Pierre's exposed skin, and salted his hair.

He hunched his shoulders against a slice of wind and started towards the camp– or what was left of it.

Smoke still twirled up from what the redcoats burnt. Ash blew across the decrepit field like tiny white petals.

Pierre walked among the debris, weight seeming to settle on his shoulders. Tents had been shredded, poles snapped, almost like skeletons sticking out of the charred ground. There was no way to discern his tent from the rest.

Movement flitted at the edge of his eye. A brown pelt, a coyote. The canine stared at him for a few moments, then sauntered into the woods towards a scent.

With a heavy heart, Pierre followed after. There was nothing left for him here, anyway.

The dog slowed down, coming upon the source of the smell of blood. The canine bowed its head, beginning to lick at the bloody holes left in Cruz's head.

(welp…. there goes my lunch…)

The coyote was licking at…. a body? Pierre approached carefully, spotting chestnut locks, long limps… his heart froze. A cry tore itself free from his lips. He stumbled forward, bringing out his gun in an attempt to scare away the animal. No..

The coyote yelped in fear, and ran away. As for Cruz, his lips and fingertips were turning blue. His eyesockets had bled a crown of red in the snow, left his face wet with it.
And, he was breathing.

Pierre collapsed on his knees in front of the man, his hands shaking. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he lifted him up and took off in a sprint, panic threatening to overwhelm him.

Pierre's friend just hung like a child's doll, helpless to his tribulation.

Pierre ran until his legs threatened to give out. He held the broken body of his best friend in his arms until he was stumbling back into his own home.

Pierre could feel Cruz's blood wetting his coat and freezing there.

He pushed the door open, crashing inside. "Francis, Geoffrey!" he cried out desperately.

"What– oh," Edonine blinked. "Oh, Oh my God, what happened?" The color left her.

"What? What?" Geoffrey breathed from the couch.

Pierre set Cruz down on the floor, his eyes glued to his beautiful chocolate eyes– or rather, the awful lack of them. "I– I found him— In the woods by camp–" The whole story came tumbling out in a frantic rush.

Edonine stared at the eyeless man, just.. Stunned. What was she supposed to do with this?

Pierre pushed a shaking hand through his hair. "I- I don't know what to do– he needs a doctor–"

"Oh, God," Geoffrey whispered, "What did they do to him?"

Edonine ran off. She'd do what she coukd. "Get a doctor then, Pierre!" She called, fetching towels and bandages and whatnot