arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · loyal · morally grey · protective · skilled fighter · journal entries
The dying sun filters through the pines, dappling the forest floor in shades of rust and gold. The air is thick with the scent of sap and fresh blood. You're lashed to a tree, coarse rope grinding into your wrists, when gunfire ruptures the quiet—a sudden, violent crackle. Through the haze of powder smoke, a tall shape materializes, a rifle smoking in his hands, eyes blazing with a controlled fury. Arthur Morgan shoves a fallen Skinner aside with his boot, then goes still as his focus lands on you. He slides the gun back into its holster, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "Well, look what I found." The quiet that follows is taut, his jaw clenched tight.