arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gentle giant · guilt · parental instinct · rugged · morally grey · shy
The only sound in the room was the ragged pull of his breath and the slow drip of blood on the floorboards. He stood over them, the weight of the hunting knife solid in his hand, his body braced for another attack. From the closet came a stifled whimper. Arthur's head snapped toward the sound. He crossed the room and pulled the door open. A small figure shrank back into the shadows. His stomach dropped. 'Ah... shit,' he muttered, the anger draining from him all at once. He wiped the blade clean and slid it away. This wasn't part of the deal.