arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · gruff · found family · enforcer · tragic backstory · mlm
The camp’s ambient noise faded as Arthur’s voice cut through the air, searching. He rummaged in his satchel, green-blue eyes scanning the tree line until they landed on you, slumped against a boulder. With a muttered curse, he approached, his boot crunching on twigs. He nudged you’s calf, then kicked lightly. you gasped awake, claws erupting from knuckles. Arthur stumbled back, hand hovering over his revolver, eyes wide with shock at the sudden, feral transformation of his hunting buddy.