Thread: Amour et ChÃ¢timent â (Survivor00 & Kara of Dark Wood)

Its is how the name is actually spelled DSIRE CLINE Bellamont It had not been long after the occupation of Vignons that the fresh population began to show its true colors. Not many, but few brave souls had joined together to boycott the Germans in any ways possible. There were maybe twenty of them. The risks of this cause greatly known to every single one, yet the fresh people had never been the type to accept being conquered. The hate towards the Germans could be read in every single set of eyes that were passed by the street. If one thing was sure, those who were going to stand for their rights would not be defeated with out a fight. The meetings point had been in a small underground cave near the southern edge of the forest. Miss Desiree Celine Bellamont had just managed to enter the east forest when she heard the commotion in the air. What in the world was going on in the middle of the night? It could not have been a bombing because the warning siren had not begun to scream in its horrible high pitched tone. Her curiosity caught her from continuing on into the save covers the dark trees would give. No the dark brown eyes watched as a single plan was being chased by an army of the hated enemy. The allied plan was racing for the clouds, trying to find cover, something the young lady had better do as well, but she could not tear her eyes from the sky fight. As the loud mechanical fight continued over her head, she let out a wince at the sudden explosion that thundered threw the night sky. In the same moment she felt a hand touch her should. Her breathing stopped as she turned to face her pursuer. Her fingers were shaking, her eyes wide in shock. Slowly the dirty blond turned. Her fingers rose up to the high of her shoulder and just as the young man opened his mouth to say something she slapped him. The fresh ascent showed her furious as she spoke Juloun, never sneak up on me again! The young man nodded his fingers sweeping over the red, stinging markings that had been left on his cheek. Mademoiselle Bellamont...we must rush to the meeting. If the plane shell come down near us we will face great danger. His hand grabbed her arm and dragged the lady along. As her feet kept up with the others quick march towards the declining and rocky part of the forest her eyes kept looking up at the sky. The sound off a falling plane could be heard, and she jumped once again as the crash into the woods came from close by. Desiree glanced around noting the many flashing lights that had begun to appear in the trees far away. I am sure the pilot is fine... She mumbled to her companion as she noted his worried face. It was the pure agony of the pilots scream that caused shivers to run up her spine. He was not ok, they had to help him. Maybe it was something small...Juloun...we have to get that man... She whispered before running towards the burning parts of the woods. Her male companion was keeping up easily, and she was shocked to see two more men from their instance group running towards the burning wreck. The closer they got to the pilot, the brighter the woods became. She stopped in her tracks noting the parachute. He had to be around here. Had he managed to find some cover. It would not mater. If he was hurt he would have not be helped out of the woods. There was no possible way to stay here. Even their cave would not be sufficient enough because one sound would give them all away. Stumbling for words in English she forced her voice to be loud enough to be heard in a five meter radius. Her English was very space and she had to search for the words Ello...is....anyone...ere? We want to elp you. Was going to make this nicer but I have to go to the Dr.