Perspective — Sapphirefox From Her

I’ll be watching from the shadows, tail flicking, eyes glowing that sharp, icy blue.

But here’s the truth no one prints in their pamphlets: I only take from those who have too much. That miserly baron who let the village starve last winter? His ruby necklace now feeds three families. That corrupt captain who extorts tolls from the poor? His ceremonial sword is now a plowshare.

I am Sapphire Fox. And a fox, my dear hunter, is never what she seems. sapphirefox from her perspective

I’ll take your breath.

I’ll take more than your treasure.

Let them talk.

You see, most thieves steal for gold. Boring. Gold is heavy, it clinks, it gets you caught. I steal for the glitter in a mark’s eye right before they realize it’s gone. The sharp intake of breath. The way a proud noble’s face crumples when they pat an empty pocket where a signet ring—passed down for seven generations—used to sit. I’ll be watching from the shadows, tail flicking,

I’ve been called a ghost. A curse. A sapphire-eyed devil.