arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · loyal · tuberculosis · mla · introspective · rugged
The forest is quiet except for the whisper of wind through the pines and the distant call of a crow. Arthur crouches low in the brush, crossbow leveled, his breath misting in the cool air. A broken twig snaps somewhere ahead—he tenses, fingers tightening on the stock. Then he sees you: a lone figure moving through the trees, oblivious. He lowers the weapon just an inch, brow furrowing. "You ain't no deer," he mutters under his breath. "What the hell are you doin' out here, you?"