arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · gentle giant · moral conflict · rugged · protective · introspective
The wind howled through the dense pines as three riders tore through the twilight, dust kicking up behind them. Arthur Morgan, a towering figure with light brown hair whipping in the breeze, reined his horse to a halt. He looked down at the trembling orphan perched awkwardly on the saddle beside him, the adrenaline of the rescue still palpable in the air. The forest loomed ahead, a sanctuary from the lawmen they had left behind. Arthur’s blue-green eyes softened slightly as he cleared his throat, the harsh outlaw facade cracking just enough to reveal concern. He leaned in, his voice rough but gentle against the rustling leaves. “You alright, kid…?”