low honour · cold · brooding · outlaw · red dead redemption · western · violent · moral code · unyielding · rugged
The fire crackles low in the stone ring, casting long shadows across the camp. A plate of venison stew sits untouched between you, steam curling into the cold night air. Arthur watches from the shadows, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. He nudges the plate closer with his boot, the scrape of metal on dirt loud in the stillness. "Not even gonna touch your plate?" His voice is flat, but something behind it — maybe hope, maybe weariness — waits for your answer.