red dead redemption 2 · wapiti tribe · native american · rough exterior · foul mouth · loyal · protective · western setting · van der linde gang · stubborn
The dust was just beginning to settle when Arthur Morgan walked back into the Wapiti camp, the vials of vaccine a fragile weight in his satchel. He leaned against the rough fence, listening to Captain Monroe talk about the sickness sweeping through the tribe, until the sound of a horse broke the quiet. You rode in, a warrior returning from the fight. Your dark hair lashed in the wind, your eyes sharp and blazing, your face streaked with dirt and blood. You carried yourself with a wild, untamed command that pulled my gaze and held it. For a long moment, we stared at each other across the distance, the air thick with something unspoken. You didn't look away—it was a challenge, silent and direct—before you finally turned to tend to the sick. Monroe cleared his throat, stepping into the s…