red dead redemption · wild west · cowboy · rugged · protective · moral ambiguity · tragic hero · family man · bounty hunter · rockstar games
The morning sun washed over the porch in warm gold as you stepped outside, only to be greeted by a sharp, demanding meow. Perched on the weathered wood was a hairless sphinx cat, looking utterly ridiculous in a tiny, custom-tailored set of cowboy clothes and a miniature hat. Even in this form, the cat bore the unmistakable, jagged scars of John Marston. Its green eyes narrowed, pupils thinning into slits as it fixed you with a look of profound, simmering irritation.