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This is my Red Dead Redemption roleplay blog! I'll be playing mainly as Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler and Charles Chatenay. It's been so long I've role-played online, please be patient with me!!
Asks are answered as close as to canon as possible.
rp partners: @red-dead-muses
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I really wanted to keep roleplaying but it feels weird to me not to know the people I'm talking to and not being into it enough to feel the need to know the other person behind the screen and it makes me feel like a jerk
RED DEAD REDEMPTION II ᨖ
Around lower half of Kamassa River, the clandestine doctor travelled in a Grulla Mustang, bringing with him first aid medical equipment, some clothes and leftover food on a saddlebag, his cane attached to it. He kept his eyes low, dark and hollow as they stared into the map on his slim, frail hands, unaware of surroundings.
“ If we keep heading south, we might make it to Rhodes before dawn. ” Lewis said to himself, unnoticed his mare's strange behaviour. Penny was agitated, those grey ears flicker, switching from rustling short grass, distant trees to flowing water. It all hissed and moved, her peripheral eyes wandering nervously to see what was hidden, only percieving sounds.
Braking from gallops, she bolted. The quick motion launched Lewis into the ground, not swift enough to grab by reigns as he hit the ground with a grunt. “ Ow! Penny! ” he shouted for the uncalled reaction and hurt by sheer shock. The Mustang ran not to far from there, kicking and bucking, taking Lewis' wooden cane with her.
He brushed back the curls drapping in front of his face with a hand, clenching his teeth. There was no way he could stand without aid with that crooked left leg. “ Penny, come back here! ” his calls were left unanswered by the frightened animal, spooked and kicking.
The sheet of paper with the face of the next bounty moved in the wind, in the hands of the hunter on his horse. He had been traveling for a few days to reach the supposed city where he would find the man sketched in a small yellowed poster. It wasn't a big bounty, but money almost didn't matter to him anymore. It had all become a "fun" thing, and he had no intention of stopping.
It had rained that morning, and the air was cold and damp. It entered his lungs and was almost suffocating. He had been riding his light-coated Shire horse for hours, An animal that did not seem to belong to the gloomy figure of that cowboy with the pitch-black hat.
The sound of fast hooves caught his attention, and when he saw a mustang galloping toward them, he thought it best to take out his lasso and catch it. Who knows, maybe he could sell it. It was when he realized that the saddle and the objects were on its back that he understood that someone had made that beast escape.
"And you? where are you from?" A caress on the muzzle of the newly caught Mustang, who clearly didn't want to be held down. The voice a whisper. But a distant scream made him realize what had happened. Calmly and on his horse, the cowboy rode toward the source of the noise, Finding a man on the ground.
"I guess this horse is yours."
Penny flinched at first, struggling with rope. She, however, was domesticated and used to such treatment, collecting herself quite easily. The saddle to her back, as well as the things attached to it didn't lie. Her rider was nearby.
Lewis, still at the ground, watched a stranger with his familiar companion. Squinting his eyes, he couldn't quite see the figure above the shire. Penny's dark, guilty eyes and flickering ears were unmistakable for the man who had always been on her back.
“ ...Yes, precisely. That is my horse. ” sarcastic, he struggled while using a rock for standing up. “ I don't know what happened, she never pulled a stunt like this before. ”
Managing to balance himself, Lewis stood up, holding a crumpled mapping of the region. It felt unnatural to him, painful even, but those dead, hollow eyes of his signalled indifference. Getting a better view of that figure on the stallion, he kept a monotone mumble of a response.
“ Thank you, mister...? ”
"Grey. Tucker Grey." The man introduced himself by dismounting from his horse and waving his hat. As the two animals seemed to have a moment to get to know each other, Tucker watched as the man tried to stand alone. There was probably something wrong with him at that moment.
"I imagine falling off a horse isn't an everyday thing for you." A hint of a wry smile, his clear, gray-tinged eyes watching him. Everyone in his family had them like that, hence the surname. "What is a man like you, who can't stand alone, doing in the middle of the forest?" He might have seemed rude, but he didn't care.
The smile faded, his hands on his belt resting alertly. He always assessed the person in front of him, and even if the man seemed harmless, he couldn't let his guard down.
Turning to Penny's side, Lewis reached for his cane, unattached it from the saddlebag so he could stand properly. He let out a sigh, relieved as the weight lift off his crooked leg. Turning to the other, he studied that confident posture closely, but figured he wasn't looking for trouble, caring enough to bring back a disabled man's horse.
Tucker's comment made Lewis scoff. “ No, I usually avoid being thrown in general. ” he wasn't butthurt but wouldn't miss an opportunity to throw shade. “ You should too, it's not just dangerous for brittle boned bastards like me. I know that, I'm a doctor. ”
“ The name's Lewis Steele. I was headed south to Rhodes where I'll be looking for work. I'm not licensed and tuition is expensive, so travelling around the country is much cheaper. ”
Darkness and depth in Lewis' droopy eyes weren't the most noticeable thing about him. As he looked up at Tucker's face, the man could see a strange violet hue in the so-called doctor's eyes, unlike anything he'd seen before.
“ Are you headed there too? Settling around these parts sounds like a hell of an idea, it's full of... Raiders. ” furrowing eyebrows, his expressive side shone through. He'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't tired of seeing armed men playing soldiers.
"A doctor out there alone? Don't they pay you enough to heal people, doc?" He patted his Shire on the neck, who nodded his head up and down, appreciating the gesture. "No. I'm not going to Rhodes. I left there a few hours ago." Little information and nothing more. He was looking for his size, but the doctor didn't need to know.
A smile hinted at his words. "Yes, There are quite a few of them around here, and I don't know how long a sick man like you can last here." Tucker wasn't used to helping people. He was a loner, preferring to travel alone, but he also understood that a doctor was an important person.
"I can drive you to Rhodes. It's still a few miles away, but I'll be on my way as soon as we get there." He didn't wait for an answer, he approached the man and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He was thin, well-dressed, and his long, curly hair, tied in a ponytail, was unruly. Although it was the eyes that struck him most. He had seen many men with that look, and some he had never seen again.
"Can you get on the horse or do I need to help you, doc?”
Fairly short and scrawny, Lewis looked harmless if it wasn't for the sheathed firearm to his hip, not a threat but a shield for trouble. Noticing how brief the man's words were he figured Tucker had a delicate business going on. “ I see... ” he nodded, used to the ways of dangerous men.
He pondered for a moment. The openness surrounding them was both alluring as it hid real dangers, and with Penny's sudden outburst Lewis wasn't too keen on relying on the mare for the time being.
“ Drive me? You got a wagon somewhere? ” turning to face Tucker, Lewis' expression didn't change. “ And yes, I can mount myself. Thought I'm not sure if I should trust Penny right now. It's strange... She never did anything like this before. ”
Running a hand through the mare's neck, he could feel the quickening pulse through thick skin, faster than normal. Penny's ears were moving around, but Lewis couldn't hear anything nearby, even as he searched, glancing around.
“ If you don't mind, I'll take it. But you really dont have to. ”
"Yes, I know." Returning to accompany someone. He had done it a few times in his life and they had all been young women lost in the dangerous lands of that country. But he would have made an exception for that fragile man with a look that seemed more lost than his body.
"I don't want to risk wasting time if your mare throws you off again. You'll ride with me." It wasn't a proposal, and after tying the lasso tighter around Penny's neck, Tucker climbed onto Vanill, his Shire, and helped the man up, making him sit in front of him.
"It will be a short journey if we hurry." He warned his horse to move and they soon resumed the road towards Rhodes. In that town he had had a little trouble in a saloon with some men, but he wasn't the type to be turned away from a nice place just because some asshole didn't know his place.
"It seems strange to me that a doctor isn't paid enough to pay someone to take him to a city."
“ Lead the way. ” Lewis put shortly, settled on the Shire.
The stallion towered over his Mustang, much higher than the self-proclaimed doctor was used to. Getting to Rhodes wouldn't take long, the abscent need for a map allowed Lewis to admire the view for a moment, looking through the thick overlay of trees and tall mossy stones in a relaxed manner.
“ You'd be surprised with how many of us do this sort of thing. ” he continued, as somber as ever. “ I don't get paid most of the time, that's the price for not having a tuition. Having to learn from experience. ”
“ And if you're worried, I don't mind paying, sir. ” it wasn't said in a negative tone, but a neutral one. For Lewis, giving someone a ride was still a form of labour. Having seen first hand the need of others, he wouldn't mind sparing Tucker a couple bucks.
Galloping next to Vanil, Penny was moving much slower. It was unclear if she was bothered by the presence of another horse or by something in their surroundings. Those high grey ears kept flickering back to the woods, sensing things that only selective hearing would be aware of, too far for humans to relise.
Around lower half of Kamassa River, the clandestine doctor travelled in a Grulla Mustang, bringing with him first aid medical equipment, some clothes and leftover food on a saddlebag, his cane attached to it. He kept his eyes low, dark and hollow as they stared into the map on his slim, frail hands, unaware of surroundings.
“ If we keep heading south, we might make it to Rhodes before dawn. ” Lewis said to himself, unnoticed his mare's strange behaviour. Penny was agitated, those grey ears flicker, switching from rustling short grass, distant trees to flowing water. It all hissed and moved, her peripheral eyes wandering nervously to see what was hidden, only percieving sounds.
Braking from gallops, she bolted. The quick motion launched Lewis into the ground, not swift enough to grab by reigns as he hit the ground with a grunt. “ Ow! Penny! ” he shouted for the uncalled reaction and hurt by sheer shock. The Mustang ran not to far from there, kicking and bucking, taking Lewis' wooden cane with her.
He brushed back the curls drapping in front of his face with a hand, clenching his teeth. There was no way he could stand without aid with that crooked left leg. “ Penny, come back here! ” his calls were left unanswered by the frightened animal, spooked and kicking.
The sheet of paper with the face of the next bounty moved in the wind, in the hands of the hunter on his horse. He had been traveling for a few days to reach the supposed city where he would find the man sketched in a small yellowed poster. It wasn't a big bounty, but money almost didn't matter to him anymore. It had all become a "fun" thing, and he had no intention of stopping.
It had rained that morning, and the air was cold and damp. It entered his lungs and was almost suffocating. He had been riding his light-coated Shire horse for hours, An animal that did not seem to belong to the gloomy figure of that cowboy with the pitch-black hat.
The sound of fast hooves caught his attention, and when he saw a mustang galloping toward them, he thought it best to take out his lasso and catch it. Who knows, maybe he could sell it. It was when he realized that the saddle and the objects were on its back that he understood that someone had made that beast escape.
"And you? where are you from?" A caress on the muzzle of the newly caught Mustang, who clearly didn't want to be held down. The voice a whisper. But a distant scream made him realize what had happened. Calmly and on his horse, the cowboy rode toward the source of the noise, Finding a man on the ground.
"I guess this horse is yours."
Penny flinched at first, struggling with rope. She, however, was domesticated and used to such treatment, collecting herself quite easily. The saddle to her back, as well as the things attached to it didn't lie. Her rider was nearby.
Lewis, still at the ground, watched a stranger with his familiar companion. Squinting his eyes, he couldn't quite see the figure above the shire. Penny's dark, guilty eyes and flickering ears were unmistakable for the man who had always been on her back.
“ ...Yes, precisely. That is my horse. ” sarcastic, he struggled while using a rock for standing up. “ I don't know what happened, she never pulled a stunt like this before. ”
Managing to balance himself, Lewis stood up, holding a crumpled mapping of the region. It felt unnatural to him, painful even, but those dead, hollow eyes of his signalled indifference. Getting a better view of that figure on the stallion, he kept a monotone mumble of a response.
“ Thank you, mister...? ”
"Grey. Tucker Grey." The man introduced himself by dismounting from his horse and waving his hat. As the two animals seemed to have a moment to get to know each other, Tucker watched as the man tried to stand alone. There was probably something wrong with him at that moment.
"I imagine falling off a horse isn't an everyday thing for you." A hint of a wry smile, his clear, gray-tinged eyes watching him. Everyone in his family had them like that, hence the surname. "What is a man like you, who can't stand alone, doing in the middle of the forest?" He might have seemed rude, but he didn't care.
The smile faded, his hands on his belt resting alertly. He always assessed the person in front of him, and even if the man seemed harmless, he couldn't let his guard down.
Turning to Penny's side, Lewis reached for his cane, unattached it from the saddlebag so he could stand properly. He let out a sigh, relieved as the weight lift off his crooked leg. Turning to the other, he studied that confident posture closely, but figured he wasn't looking for trouble, caring enough to bring back a disabled man's horse.
Tucker's comment made Lewis scoff. “ No, I usually avoid being thrown in general. ” he wasn't butthurt but wouldn't miss an opportunity to throw shade. “ You should too, it's not just dangerous for brittle boned bastards like me. I know that, I'm a doctor. ”
“ The name's Lewis Steele. I was headed south to Rhodes where I'll be looking for work. I'm not licensed and tuition is expensive, so travelling around the country is much cheaper. ”
Darkness and depth in Lewis' droopy eyes weren't the most noticeable thing about him. As he looked up at Tucker's face, the man could see a strange violet hue in the so-called doctor's eyes, unlike anything he'd seen before.
“ Are you headed there too? Settling around these parts sounds like a hell of an idea, it's full of... Raiders. ” furrowing eyebrows, his expressive side shone through. He'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't tired of seeing armed men playing soldiers.
"A doctor out there alone? Don't they pay you enough to heal people, doc?" He patted his Shire on the neck, who nodded his head up and down, appreciating the gesture. "No. I'm not going to Rhodes. I left there a few hours ago." Little information and nothing more. He was looking for his size, but the doctor didn't need to know.
A smile hinted at his words. "Yes, There are quite a few of them around here, and I don't know how long a sick man like you can last here." Tucker wasn't used to helping people. He was a loner, preferring to travel alone, but he also understood that a doctor was an important person.
"I can drive you to Rhodes. It's still a few miles away, but I'll be on my way as soon as we get there." He didn't wait for an answer, he approached the man and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He was thin, well-dressed, and his long, curly hair, tied in a ponytail, was unruly. Although it was the eyes that struck him most. He had seen many men with that look, and some he had never seen again.
"Can you get on the horse or do I need to help you, doc?”
Fairly short and scrawny, Lewis looked harmless if it wasn't for the sheathed firearm to his hip, not a threat but a shield for trouble. Noticing how brief the man's words were he figured Tucker had a delicate business going on. “ I see... ” he nodded, used to the ways of dangerous men.
He pondered for a moment. The openness surrounding them was both alluring as it hid real dangers, and with Penny's sudden outburst Lewis wasn't too keen on relying on the mare for the time being.
“ Drive me? You got a wagon somewhere? ” turning to face Tucker, Lewis' expression didn't change. “ And yes, I can mount myself. Thought I'm not sure if I should trust Penny right now. It's strange... She never did anything like this before. ”
Running a hand through the mare's neck, he could feel the quickening pulse through thick skin, faster than normal. Penny's ears were moving around, but Lewis couldn't hear anything nearby, even as he searched, glancing around.
“ If you don't mind, I'll take it. But you really dont have to. ”
Around lower half of Kamassa River, the clandestine doctor travelled in a Grulla Mustang, bringing with him first aid medical equipment, some clothes and leftover food on a saddlebag, his cane attached to it. He kept his eyes low, dark and hollow as they stared into the map on his slim, frail hands, unaware of surroundings.
“ If we keep heading south, we might make it to Rhodes before dawn. ” Lewis said to himself, unnoticed his mare's strange behaviour. Penny was agitated, those grey ears flicker, switching from rustling short grass, distant trees to flowing water. It all hissed and moved, her peripheral eyes wandering nervously to see what was hidden, only percieving sounds.
Braking from gallops, she bolted. The quick motion launched Lewis into the ground, not swift enough to grab by reigns as he hit the ground with a grunt. “ Ow! Penny! ” he shouted for the uncalled reaction and hurt by sheer shock. The Mustang ran not to far from there, kicking and bucking, taking Lewis' wooden cane with her.
He brushed back the curls drapping in front of his face with a hand, clenching his teeth. There was no way he could stand without aid with that crooked left leg. “ Penny, come back here! ” his calls were left unanswered by the frightened animal, spooked and kicking.
The sheet of paper with the face of the next bounty moved in the wind, in the hands of the hunter on his horse. He had been traveling for a few days to reach the supposed city where he would find the man sketched in a small yellowed poster. It wasn't a big bounty, but money almost didn't matter to him anymore. It had all become a "fun" thing, and he had no intention of stopping.
It had rained that morning, and the air was cold and damp. It entered his lungs and was almost suffocating. He had been riding his light-coated Shire horse for hours, An animal that did not seem to belong to the gloomy figure of that cowboy with the pitch-black hat.
The sound of fast hooves caught his attention, and when he saw a mustang galloping toward them, he thought it best to take out his lasso and catch it. Who knows, maybe he could sell it. It was when he realized that the saddle and the objects were on its back that he understood that someone had made that beast escape.
"And you? where are you from?" A caress on the muzzle of the newly caught Mustang, who clearly didn't want to be held down. The voice a whisper. But a distant scream made him realize what had happened. Calmly and on his horse, the cowboy rode toward the source of the noise, Finding a man on the ground.
"I guess this horse is yours."
Penny flinched at first, struggling with rope. She, however, was domesticated and used to such treatment, collecting herself quite easily. The saddle to her back, as well as the things attached to it didn't lie. Her rider was nearby.
Lewis, still at the ground, watched a stranger with his familiar companion. Squinting his eyes, he couldn't quite see the figure above the shire. Penny's dark, guilty eyes and flickering ears were unmistakable for the man who had always been on her back.
“ ...Yes, precisely. That is my horse. ” sarcastic, he struggled while using a rock for standing up. “ I don't know what happened, she never pulled a stunt like this before. ”
Managing to balance himself, Lewis stood up, holding a crumpled mapping of the region. It felt unnatural to him, painful even, but those dead, hollow eyes of his signalled indifference. Getting a better view of that figure on the stallion, he kept a monotone mumble of a response.
“ Thank you, mister...? ”
"Grey. Tucker Grey." The man introduced himself by dismounting from his horse and waving his hat. As the two animals seemed to have a moment to get to know each other, Tucker watched as the man tried to stand alone. There was probably something wrong with him at that moment.
"I imagine falling off a horse isn't an everyday thing for you." A hint of a wry smile, his clear, gray-tinged eyes watching him. Everyone in his family had them like that, hence the surname. "What is a man like you, who can't stand alone, doing in the middle of the forest?" He might have seemed rude, but he didn't care.
The smile faded, his hands on his belt resting alertly. He always assessed the person in front of him, and even if the man seemed harmless, he couldn't let his guard down.
Turning to Penny's side, Lewis reached for his cane, unattached it from the saddlebag so he could stand properly. He let out a sigh, relieved as the weight lift off his crooked leg. Turning to the other, he studied that confident posture closely, but figured he wasn't looking for trouble, caring enough to bring back a disabled man's horse.
Tucker's comment made Lewis scoff. “ No, I usually avoid being thrown in general. ” he wasn't butthurt but wouldn't miss an opportunity to throw shade. “ You should too, it's not just dangerous for brittle boned bastards like me. I know that, I'm a doctor. ”
“ The name's Lewis Steele. I was headed south to Rhodes where I'll be looking for work. I'm not licensed and tuition is expensive, so travelling around the country is much cheaper. ”
Darkness and depth in Lewis' droopy eyes weren't the most noticeable thing about him. As he looked up at Tucker's face, the man could see a strange violet hue in the so-called doctor's eyes, unlike anything he'd seen before.
“ Are you headed there too? Settling around these parts sounds like a hell of an idea, it's full of... Raiders. ” furrowing eyebrows, his expressive side shone through. He'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't tired of seeing armed men playing soldiers.
Around lower half of Kamassa River, the clandestine doctor travelled in a Grulla Mustang, bringing with him first aid medical equipment, some clothes and leftover food on a saddlebag, his cane attached to it. He kept his eyes low, dark and hollow as they stared into the map on his slim, frail hands, unaware of surroundings.
“ If we keep heading south, we might make it to Rhodes before dawn. ” Lewis said to himself, unnoticed his mare's strange behaviour. Penny was agitated, those grey ears flicker, switching from rustling short grass, distant trees to flowing water. It all hissed and moved, her peripheral eyes wandering nervously to see what was hidden, only percieving sounds.
Braking from gallops, she bolted. The quick motion launched Lewis into the ground, not swift enough to grab by reigns as he hit the ground with a grunt. “ Ow! Penny! ” he shouted for the uncalled reaction and hurt by sheer shock. The Mustang ran not to far from there, kicking and bucking, taking Lewis' wooden cane with her.
He brushed back the curls drapping in front of his face with a hand, clenching his teeth. There was no way he could stand without aid with that crooked left leg. “ Penny, come back here! ” his calls were left unanswered by the frightened animal, spooked and kicking.
The sheet of paper with the face of the next bounty moved in the wind, in the hands of the hunter on his horse. He had been traveling for a few days to reach the supposed city where he would find the man sketched in a small yellowed poster. It wasn't a big bounty, but money almost didn't matter to him anymore. It had all become a "fun" thing, and he had no intention of stopping.
It had rained that morning, and the air was cold and damp. It entered his lungs and was almost suffocating. He had been riding his light-coated Shire horse for hours, An animal that did not seem to belong to the gloomy figure of that cowboy with the pitch-black hat.
The sound of fast hooves caught his attention, and when he saw a mustang galloping toward them, he thought it best to take out his lasso and catch it. Who knows, maybe he could sell it. It was when he realized that the saddle and the objects were on its back that he understood that someone had made that beast escape.
"And you? where are you from?" A caress on the muzzle of the newly caught Mustang, who clearly didn't want to be held down. The voice a whisper. But a distant scream made him realize what had happened. Calmly and on his horse, the cowboy rode toward the source of the noise, Finding a man on the ground.
"I guess this horse is yours."
Penny flinched at first, struggling with rope. She, however, was domesticated and used to such treatment, collecting herself quite easily. The saddle to her back, as well as the things attached to it didn't lie. Her rider was nearby.
Lewis, still at the ground, watched a stranger with his familiar companion. Squinting his eyes, he couldn't quite see the figure above the shire. Penny's dark, guilty eyes and flickering ears were unmistakable for the man who had always been on her back.
“ ...Yes, precisely. That is my horse. ” sarcastic, he struggled while using a rock for standing up. “ I don't know what happened, she never pulled a stunt like this before. ”
Managing to balance himself, Lewis stood up, holding a crumpled mapping of the region. It felt unnatural to him, painful even, but those dead, hollow eyes of his signalled indifference. Getting a better view of that figure on the stallion, he kept a monotone mumble of a response.
“ Thank you, mister...? ”
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Around lower half of Kamassa River, the clandestine doctor travelled in a Grulla Mustang, bringing with him first aid medical equipment, some clothes and leftover food on a saddlebag, his cane attached to it. He kept his eyes low, dark and hollow as they stared into the map on his slim, frail hands, unaware of surroundings.
“ If we keep heading south, we might make it to Rhodes before dawn. ” Lewis said to himself, unnoticed his mare's strange behaviour. Penny was agitated, those grey ears flicker, switching from rustling short grass, distant trees to flowing water. It all hissed and moved, her peripheral eyes wandering nervously to see what was hidden, only percieving sounds.
Braking from gallops, she bolted. The quick motion launched Lewis into the ground, not swift enough to grab by reigns as he hit the ground with a grunt. “ Ow! Penny! ” he shouted for the uncalled reaction and hurt by sheer shock. The Mustang ran not to far from there, kicking and bucking, taking Lewis' wooden cane with her.
He brushed back the curls drapping in front of his face with a hand, clenching his teeth. There was no way he could stand without aid with that crooked left leg. “ Penny, come back here! ” his calls were left unanswered by the frightened animal, spooked and kicking.
Im blocking every morbell and vandermorgan shippers. I don't care if they're both adults. I don't care if Arthur is 36 years old. It's weird. [ooc]
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Introduction Post
It was a cold night, but the lights of the houses seemed to warm those who looked at them. The vampire hadn't felt that way in a long time, though. She wandered the secluded streets of Strawberry, Alone, Covered by a gray jacket to hide her pale skin and pointed ears. She hated being like this. Hiding and having to repress her instincts.
And she was hungry and didn't have the vials of animal blood with her. The streets were isolated, But the figure of a man caught his attention. There was only him and his horse, no one around. Who would notice his absence?
And even though it went against her morals, she began to get closer to him.
(Hi! I hope it's okay to interact with my OC like this. 🥹 I love meeting new people and new Arthurs 😂)
@shad-rp
By the time Strawberry slept it became the safest hour for wandering outlaws. Midnight through and a cold, whispering breeze was the only company if not for his Raven Shire – a stallion he proudly cared for. Arthur assumed he was alone. Tonight's work was supposed to be a quick, seamingless job, althought the strong scented blood clinging to his clothes called for something else. With a chill to his spine, he turned quickly to acknowledge the presence lurking in the shadows, approaching him.
For a moment, he froze. The other, he reasoned it was just a lady. Harmless and young. However, that grey cloak and hungry eyes shook him. “ It's a bit late for a woman to be walking around these parts. I wouldn't trust the men in here, specially by this late hour, miss. ” Brushing it off as survival instinct, he warned. Mounted on his horse, the animal's eyes stared straight into the stranger's, growing agitated by jerking his head back in avoidance. It seemed to be aware of her difference in nature, something Arthur was yet oblivious, maybe even ignorant to realise.
Shad stood still. The fidgeting horse made her realize she had to be careful. Animals weren't stupid. The gray cloak clutched in her pale, hidden hands as she watched the man. He was older than her, and his experienced Air and face told her he'd been through a lot in his life. And now he would have to deal with a vampire.
"I know, sir. I have nowhere to go and... I'm hungry." The last words were mumbled. Shad didn't want to kill him. She had never liked drinking human blood, the thought made her feel guilty, but when she couldn't help it, she went against her own will. Especially when the smell of the blood he had on him reached her nostrils and unlocked something inside her, making her take a small step forward.
"I would appreciate it if you could offer me something to eat and I could offer you something in return." An allusion to the saloon women, she wanted to imply that she would give herself away, when in reality that would not be the case at all.
Furrowing eyebrows at the proposal, Arthur pulled the reins, signalling for the stallion to still his movements while looking down at the lady. “ You don't have to give anything in return, miss. ” For an outlaw, he was understanding. Concerned with the situation, he offered a ride on the shire.
Not too further from town — enough for the smoke not to become a problem for passerbies — they were both in open skies with a makeshift fireplace Arthur managed to gather for themselves. Under the warm light, his blue button-up became apparent, as well as the dirt and blood stained on him. He was roughened and tired, roasting a hare from evening's hunt.
Their pelt was already stripped when Arthur grabbed it from it's stash, barely resembling an animal. Arthur sighed, sitting down on a fallen log to tend the flames and meal they'd share. It was meant for the camp, but he couldn't say no to a starving young lady. Not by that lonesome hour.
“ ...Your name? ” he drawled, glancing up from the fire to take a better look at her.
☆So this is it☆
December 25th
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