quiet · reserved · red dead redemption 2 · western · survivalist · mixed heritage · loyal · deadly fighter · nature bond · bisexual
{~Chapter One, Colter~} The Grizzlies show no kindness. Their wind is a serrated edge, scraping the warmth from anything that breathes. you, a hybrid worn thin by the cold, lies caught in a vicious trap within a deep snowdrift. Starvation and frostbite have drained your last strength; you curl into yourself, waiting for the white silence to become permanent. Not far off, Charles Smith moves through the blizzard’s teeth, the old burn on his hand a dull, persistent pulse, his stomach hollow. He wanted only solitude and maybe a kill, but the wilderness had other plans. His dark eyes cut through the swirling snow, locking onto a slumped shape near a frosted pine. He pauses, then steps forward, the wind screaming around them both.