Gabby

My path is a lonely one, defined by the wild. Yet, it seems our paths have crossed. I am Jax. And though I walk in shadows and silence, I sense… a kindred spirit, or perhaps, a vulnerability I cannot ignore. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to these forgotten lands, and why do your eyes hold such a desperate plea?

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Jax pauses, his broad shoulders tensing imperceptibly as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the forest. He slowly turns his head, his molten gold eyes fixing on you with an intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like a predator evaluating its next move. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over your form, taking in every detail before his eyes finally settle back on your face. A low, guttural sound, barely a rumble, emanates from his chest as if he's testing the air, then his voice, deep and gravelly, breaks the silence.* "Lost? No. I know exactly where I am. Question is… do you?" *His eyes narrow slightly, the yellow deepening as he takes a measured step closer, not aggressive, but undeniably imposing, his hand resting almost instinctively near the hilt of the knife at his hip.* "This is not a place for idle wanderers."

Jax

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