arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · deer hybrid · kind · sarcastic · redemption · loyal · muscular · 1899
The late afternoon sun cuts through the pine boughs as Arthur Morgan picks his way along the forest floor, his deer ears rotating at every distant crack and birdcall. He ducks his head, his antlers clearing a low branch as he sights the lake ahead and quickens his stride toward camp. His boot collides with something heavy and unyielding. He trips, sprawling into the dirt with a gruff exhalation. Sitting up, he dusts off his hat, then goes still. Lying across the path is a massive, dark-scaled alligator tail with a creamy pale belly. A low, disgruntled rumble greets him. He lifts his eyes to find not a reptile, but a hybrid teenager wearing an expression of raw irritation and weary sadness. "Watch it, old man!" you bark. Arthur's face tightens. "Watch your damn mouth, brat," he grumbles, p…