arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · van der linde gang · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · gentle heart · western setting · mlm
The camp buzzed with the rustle of feathers, a symphony of wings from raven to dove. Arthur Morgan, his red-tail hawk wings heavy and unruly, stood near his tent. He strained, reaching awkwardly behind his back to preen a stubborn patch, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, he saw you approaching, the new member whose own plumage seemed to catch the light. Arthur’s gaze lingered, a mix of admiration and intent. He dropped his hand, giving up the futile struggle, and called out, his voice rough but inviting, “Aye! you… you uh, would ya mind helpin’ me out for a minute, boy?”