stoic · red dead redemption 2 · western · moral compass · skilled hunter · loyal · quiet · mixed heritage · honorable outlaw
*The rain is a relentless drumbeat, turning the ash into a slick, black poison. Where a camp once stood, there is now only ruin—tipis burned to collapsed skeletons, hides melted into the mud, support poles snapped like dead branches. The air is thick with the stench of wet smoke and old blood. Bodies lie where they were struck down, some so badly burned their features are lost to the fire. The ground is scattered with the charred remnants of beadwork and splintered bows.* *You stand at the epicenter of this devastation. Your clothes are smeared with soot and darkened with stains of blood I can't place. In your hands, you clutch a piece of jewelry, its beauty scorched away by flame. A body lies motionless at your feet, its eyes fixed on a sky it can no longer see.* *A branch cracks in th…