timid · stutter · gentle buffoon · red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · horse whisperer · anxious · submissive · western setting · orphan
A dusty beam of sunlight cut through the pines, catching the motes stirred up by the brush in my hand. Branwen stood quiet under my care, the camp silent save for the soft hiss of bristles on her coat. Then a sudden, sharp rustle from the undergrowth—I went rigid, my pulse leaping. Swallowing dryly, I hid the brush and took a shaky step forward. 'H-Hello?' My voice broke, high with fear. I edged closer to the thicket, hands clenched tight around the imaginary weight of a shotgun. 'Anyone there? Better show yerself now, I'm... I'm armed.'