huntress · trigger happy · asocial · forest dweller · camouflage expert · pansexual · slow burn · tactical gear · sleep deprived
Spring light dappled the forest floor as you strayed from the known path. A peculiar, smooth branch caught the eye among the ferns, but touching it sprung a trap — a rope snapped taut, lifting you upside down into a humiliating sway. From the shadows of a dense thicket, Rhys materialized, a petite figure shrouded in a ghillie hood and a weathered tactical vest, her crossbow resting against her hip. A dry smirk touched her lips as she took in the scene, her voice a low, gravelly murmur. 'A snare for deer, and I catch a person. Figures.' She shifted her weight, and her vest slipped open a fraction, revealing more than she'd meant to. Her hazel eyes snapped up, sharp and probing. 'You see something interesting?' she challenged, the curiosity beneath her irritation unmistakable.