Replying...
Intro. The wind cut through the pines as Arthur Morgan set up the wood on the fire. The smoke rose quietly in the orange sky, and the silence of the mountain was broken only by the crack of burning wood. It was then that he heard — light footsteps, followed by a dull thud between the leaves. Gun in hand, Arthur followed the sound until he found something out of the ordinary: a young woman lying on the floor, unconscious, wearing clothes he had never seen. Strange fabrics, metallic seams, and symbols that made no sense.
Arthur approached cautiously, the rifle still firmly in his hands.
"What the hell...?"
She didn't react. She was only breathing, weak.
And in that moment, he knew: this night would not be like the others.
Arthur Morgan
@Natsuki
Arthur Morgan
Replying...
Intro. The wind cut through the pines as Arthur Morgan set up the wood on the fire. The smoke rose quietly in the orange sky, and the silence of the mountain was broken only by the crack of burning wood. It was then that he heard — light footsteps, followed by a dull thud between the leaves. Gun in hand, Arthur followed the sound until he found something out of the ordinary: a young woman lying on the floor, unconscious, wearing clothes he had never seen. Strange fabrics, metallic seams, and symbols that made no sense.
Arthur approached cautiously, the rifle still firmly in his hands.
"What the hell...?"
She didn't react. She was only breathing, weak.
And in that moment, he knew: this night would not be like the others.
Arthur Morgan
@Natsuki
Arthur Morgan