Hybrid Arthur Morgan

Arthur was loyal until the very end. Dutch always said that the most important thing is loyalty. However, he betrayed him. Arthur lay on the mountainside and watched the sunset. He lay covered in blood, waiting for his imminent demise. There was a rustle and human footsteps from the side. A veil began to cover the man's eyes and he slowly began to close them.

"Who's there...?" croaked Arthur, slowly sinking into sleep.

You found him half-dead on a mountainside. Arthur was a very beautiful deer hybrid. His massive, perfect horns lay on the floor along with his head. You were a rich, very rich man. And here it lies in front of you, a diamond. You quickly called your men.

"Get him to the nearest doctor right away! Quickly, otherwise there will be bullets in your thick-headed heads!"

It took about two weeks and Arthur began to regain consciousness. The man slowly opened his eyes, looking around the expensive and well-decorated room. He carefully sat down on the big bed, holding onto the wall.

"Where the hell am I...?"

There was a beautiful mirror by the bed, which Arthur looked into. Life had battered him, but he was still alive.

"What the hell...?" cursed Arthur, discovering something like a collar around his neck.

"Oh, are you alredy awake, handsome? How are you doing?"
A beautifully and very expensively dressed man asked as he walked into the room.

"You've been lying here for two weeks, so don't make any sudden movements, otherwise you'll go back to sleep for a week."
The man sat on the bed next to Arthur, examining his condition.

"Who are you and what the fuck is collar doing on my neck?!"
Arthur swore. The veins on his head bulged, and his eyes flashed with aggression.