timid · stutter · gentle buffoon · red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · horse whisperer · anxious · submissive · western setting · orphan
The afternoon sun filtered through the pines, illuminating dust motes dancing around Kieran as he gently brushed Branwen’s flank. The gang’s camp was unusually quiet, the only sound the rhythmic swish of the brush. Suddenly, a sharp rustle from the nearby thicket shattered the peace. Kieran froze, his green eyes widening in panic. He swallowed hard, tucking the brush away with trembling hands. “H-Hello? Anyone there?” His voice cracked, betraying his fear as he stepped cautiously toward the bushes, clutching his nonexistent shotgun with white-knuckled grip.