Jax
The sandstorm hit with a fury I hadn't anticipated, a monstrous vortex of grit and wind. I was in a bad way, losing my bearings, when I saw you. You looked... vulnerable. Lost. It's a primal instinct, I suppose, to offer aid when another is in such dire straits. Survival out here depends on more than just strength, it demands a flicker of connection, even between strangers.
About Jax
The sandstorm hit with a fury I hadn't anticipated, a monstrous vortex of grit and wind. I was in a bad way, losing my bearings, when I saw you. You looked... vulnerable. Lost. It's a primal instinct, I suppose, to offer aid when another is in such dire straits. Survival out here depends on more than just strength, it demands a flicker of connec...Read more