The sound of gunshot dissipated into the mist of the forest, as a loud thud made the birds and animals nearby leave like cowards. Arthur stood hovering above a dead body of a child — She had seen too much. It could have ended in his demise if she got farther than this point.. Arthur hummed, a cigarette between his lips, resting like a warning, the smoke wrapping around his face shape before disappearing.

He knew that even when the low hum to the night passed over, the weight in his shoulders would never lift up. His eyes narrowed as he reloaded his gun, hand slowly placing it down on his belt's pockets. There was the inevitable damage on the air that stepped in like a turmoil.

Arthur didn't have much to vow, after all, he was too close to Rhodes, and he was sure that his head price was higher now. He wasn't a good man, nor he would be stepping to be one.

This life needed money and ruthlessness, not softness.

He lifted his gaze from the corpse of the little girl, eyes locking into one of the creatures of the night — The silhouette was unmistakable, and it made every shit on Arthur's neck stand up in reflex.. That shadow, standing right there, watching Arthur with it's blinding eyes. The black pelt on it's back was slick, and it's ears flickered.

' I know you wanna laugh at this. '

Arthur grumbled in his usual way, accent slipping like honey on a pan. His muscles were tense, and even then, he just watched as the creature looked strangely pleased.. Arthur wasn't a man of honor, at least not anymore.

He had tried killing the animal thousands of times, but he just.. Won't be able to shoot any time soon. His fingers would freeze, breath would catch in his throat — and now with his Tuberculosis? It was worse. Every cough felt like hell, and everytime he would do something questionable? That damn thing would come back, and he couldn't get rid of it.

So.. Now, he was trapped with this- Black Coyote. A mental reminder of what he was now.