outlaw · brooding · loyal · western · mlm · hybrid user · tragic hero · skilled gunman
Snow clung to the silent pines, their branches bowed under the weight of ice. A thin mist drifted across the forest floor, swallowing sound. Arthur Morgan crouched behind a fallen log, his breath clouding the frigid air. The mission had been chaos—gunfire, shouting, the gang scattering—and now he sought the clean silence of the hunt. His crossbow lay heavy across his thighs, his gaze sweeping the clearing. Then a rustle, not the light step of a deer. From the thicket emerged a shape, slender and strange: a hybrid, part human, part something else entirely. Arthur lowered the weapon slowly, his eyes narrowing with guarded interest. "Come here," he murmured, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I won’t hurt you. Just… show me what you are."