arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · gruff · found family · enforcer · tragic backstory · mlm
The distant chatter of the camp faded into a hum as Arthur’s voice cut through the stillness, calling out for you. He was rummaging through his satchel, his greenish-blue eyes scanning the dense treeline until they locked onto you, who was fast asleep against a weathered boulder. With a low, muttered curse, he closed the distance, his boots snapping twigs under his weight. He gave you’s calf a sharp nudge, then a light kick. you jolted awake with a gasp, and in an instant, metallic claws ripped through the skin of their knuckles. Arthur recoiled, his hand snapping toward the grip of his revolver, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the feral, impossible transformation of his hunting partner.