Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170705181905

Elijah tried to catch his breath as he leant onto the bridge for support, blood creating intricate lines in the river water from his bleeding leg. He winced in pain as he tried to put weight on it, but soon got used to it, still recovering from the thrill of the fight.

After a few moments, a pained whimpering caught his attention. Falsely thinking that it was a hellhound that somehow escaped his grasp, he wildly looked around only for his eyes to settle to the hunched over form of Jeong, lying by the river bed.

He immediately limped over, crouching down next to him as he messily smoothed the damp peach fluff of his hair away from his face, panic starting to arise in is chest as the Korean's whimpers began to escalate.

"Jeo- Jeong. What's wrong? L-Look, all of them are gone. We're saf-"

He froze, finally catching sight of the burns that littered his arms. Grotesque things they were. The edges of the skin were charred and on the inside shiny burn skin wrapped alarmingly tightly over blotches of red and purple. Already, just moments later, he could see pus and blood start to leak out from the sides. His face instinctively hardened, although the absolute terror in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Fuck... Jeo- Stay- Stay here- I'll find some bandages and anti-septic-"