#rdr2 fox

[bluebiiiird]

looks like there’s a fox in the henhouse

[cosmolog]

Fantastic Mr. Fox

[mossycabin]

There’s no shortage of bounties to be found throughout the region, and Fox’s face is no exception to the various posters littering some of the boards around the region. Despite her efforts to dispose of them, they seemed to keep popping up, each drawn worse than the last until they barely resembled what she actually looked to be. You’d think someone would eventually get her nose right. 

[questionablehonor]

[bluebiiiird]

probably a sketch out of fox’s journal (the other page is just covered in hearts)

[bluebiiiird]

red dead oc!! yippie! fox is a grumpy drifter by trade just trying to get by, taking odd jobs here and there while avoiding the various gangs around. she’s got an big ol’ shire who’s also named whiskey because i love the name

character playlist

[bluebiiiird]

@barbed-cudgel

The wind howled through the woods, kicking up dirt and dust across the ground as Elizabeth Fox gripped the reigns of her horse with one white knuckled hand.

Her other hand pressed remained pressed against her wounded side, her breathing came out in ragged gasps, each one a reminder of the pain coursing through her body. Crimson pooled beneath the thin cloth wrapped around a heavy laceration on her side, betraying the depth of the wound that’d been crudely wrapped up.

She could feel the warmth of the blood soaking into her dirty white shirt, sticking to the fabric like a second layer. With her face decorated with black and blue, coupled with the red trickling down the side of her temple, it was a wonder she was still conscious.

Fox hadn’t expected trouble when she’d set up camp for the night, but then again, ambushes aren’t exactly something one can anticipate.

The bandits were fast— one moment she’d been sitting in front of the fire, the next, she was looking down the end of a barrel. A familiar sight, but unpleasant nonetheless. Fox fought back, and managed to put down her ambushers by the skin the teeth, but not without catching a bullet for the road.

Fox was far from any town, though she pressed forwards towards Valentine under the soft sunrise cascading through the trees. The morning light would have been comforting, if not for the heartbeat pounding in her ears. Her eyelids felt heavy, though she fought the unconsciousness that was slowly creeping up on her, trying to focus on the steady drum of the horse’s hooves, and the promise of safety. So long as she kept moving forward, she’d eventually reach the town, surely.

Her balance began to sway with the movement as her grip on the reigns slowly weakened. She blinked once, only to find herself laying on the ground, her head throbbing worse than before.

Her horse, Whiskey, fortunately paused when she’d fallen, slowly turning to examine her on the ground. His tail swished, ears perked up in slight confusion and concern.

Fox huffed softly, looking up at the sky as she laid there in the dirt. Her vision blurred as she pushed herself up against a tree, taking a few moments to recover.

[bluebiiiird]

THE RYES — A tight gang of unassuming outlaws operating across New Hanover with connections trailing across the west, lead by Elizabeth Fox. WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE. ✘

Gabriel Mason Cassius Reed Florencia Castilla Hawthorne Elizabeth Fox