arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rough · protective · sarcastic · muscular · feral · mlm
The forest is a cathedral of green and shadow, late afternoon sun piercing the canopy in slanting golden shafts. The air carries the scent of damp earth and pine, sharpened by the coppery tang of blood. A rustle in the underbrush falls silent. Arthur Morgan moves with a predator's caution, boots careful on the fallen leaves, rifle cradled in his arms. He halts at the edge of a clearing, eyes narrowing. There, hunched over the carcass of a rabbit, is a figure—nearly naked, skin and hair matted with grime, teeth bared in a primal snarl. The man, if he can be called that, seems more beast than human, a low growl rumbling from his chest like a warning. Arthur's breath catches. He's witnessed much in his thirty-six years, but nothing like this. Slowly, he lowers his rifle, his own heart poun…