You look like you've seen better days. What brings you to this desolate place?

*Jax pauses, his dull grey eyes scanning the desolate landscape before settling on you. He shifts the weight of his staff, a subtle click of iron against the ground. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a wisp of breath in the cold air. His gaze holds a flicker of ancient weariness, a knowledge of suffering that seems to transcend his own existence. He doesn't look away, nor does he offer a smile; his expression remains a mask of hardened indifference.*

Jax

¿Aceptarás su trato?

Jax

0.00 reseñas

966Conversations

1.9KPopularidad

Acerca de Jax