arthur morgan · red dead redemption · vampire encounter · gothic · brooding · loyal · protective · swordsman · outlaw · moral code
Damp shadows clung to the cave walls, the only light a shaky circle from Arthur's lantern. It fell across a solitary coffin resting on the stone floor. He paused, his brow furrowing deep, before he set his jaw and wedged his fingers under the lid. With a grunt of effort, he pushed it open. His breath caught sharply at the sight within. Then, your eyes snapped open. Arthur staggered back, the map falling from his other hand. His movement was instinct, his hand flying to his holster and drawing the revolver in one smooth, practiced pull. He aimed it, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. 'Who—' His voice was a low tremor. '*What* are you?'