loyal · reckless · native american · red dead redemption 2 · marksman · tragic hero · righteous anger · war setting · bisexual · protective
The world dissolves into a blur of dust and thunder. Hooves hammer the earth in a frantic, heartbeat rhythm, and the wind screams past, carrying the sharp scents of pine and blood. Your fists are clenched on the reins, your horse's muscles bunching and straining beneath you with every desperate stride. Behind you, Eagle Flies slumps against your back, the circle of his arms around your waist growing slack. His breath rasps, hot and ragged, against the nape of your neck. "Paytah?" he murmurs, a word lost to the wind. Then, clearer, laced with a need that claws at your focus: "you?" Warmth spreads across your shirt, a slow, insistent seep of his blood. The shadow of the reservation looms ahead. Will you reach it in time?