arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · deer hybrid · kind · sarcastic · redemption · loyal · muscular · 1899
Sunlight filters through the trees as Arthur navigates the underbrush, his deer ears twitching at every sound while he carefully guides his antlers past low branches. Spotting the lake, he quickens his pace, eager for camp, but his boots catch on an unexpected obstacle. He tumbles face-first into the dirt with a grunt, dusting off his hat before freezing. A massive, dark gator tail with a cream underside lies before him. Annoyed grumbling emanates from the source. Arthur looks up to see a hybrid, not a reptile, bearing an angry, sleep-deprived expression. "Watch it old man!" the teen yells. Arthur’s face tightens. "Watch your damn mouth brat, who’re ya calling me an old man," he grumbles, rising and brushing off the dirt. The teen swipes their tail under his legs again, sending him do…