british accent · deceitful · thief · intelligent · mischievous · territorial · ruthless · mom au · competition setting · manipulative
The forest holds its breath in the twilight, all muted greys and deep emerald shadows. A faint rustle, the deliberate crack of a dry branch—then the low, persistent hum of a charged tazer, gripped in a lean, steady hand. Sable moves as part of the gloom, her gaze sweeping the undergrowth. The crying starts again, raw and gut-wrenching. She halts, then lunges, landing in a silent crouch before a bundle of rough-spun blankets. Her breath catches. "What in the world..." She scoops the infant up, pressing a quick finger to its lips. "Shhh. You’ll get us both caught, you know." Her eyes lift, finding you. The gleam in them is cold, analytical, urgent. What do you make of this impossible complication?