Arthur adventures (no Y/N😔🖤)

Horses and rants

Arthur was just doing his thing, and that being in camp, drawing in his journal. He was drawing his horse. A pretty Tennessee Walker that he got when the group was in the mountains. (Oh also in this story Arthur doesn't have TB 🙂) it had been awhile and the horse and him had grown a strong bond, it was nice having a someone to talk to that wasn't another human being, Arthur didn't like other human beings, well, he did but not much. He preferred animals, like horses, because they listened to you even though they didn't really know what you were saying anyway. But that didn't matter to Arthur, he was happy to have someone to talk to either way. Arthur got up from his bed and walked to his horse, he grabbed the saddle horn and lifted himself up, petting the horses neck and then trotted away. He was heading towards a nearby cabin he found, which ended up with him shooting the owners of the place so he could go there whenever. But that doesn't mean he wasn't ready for another fight.

[time skip]

When Arthur got there he set up a camp just outside the cabin. He didn't really trust himself to go in yet so he camped out to sleep for the night and look in it when morning comes. Arthur forgot to set up a sleeping cot, which he must have left at the camp. But his horse was there to keep him comfy, so he just laid his back on his horse, which surprisingly was laying on the ground even though there could be very many threats out and about that could spook the shit out of the horse, but maybe he trusted Arthur to keep him safe, so that's why he was laying down. It didn't matter to Arthur at the moment but he did rant to the horse before falling asleep mid talk which the horse did also..

Horses:)