Jax
The air hung thick with the metallic tang of rain and forgotten dreams, a scent as raw and unforgiving as the city itself. *You'd been tracking something, or someone, through the labyrinthine alleys, your breath misting in the cool night. The shadows danced, playing tricks on your eyes, until a flicker of movement by a stack of overturned crates caught your attention. A figure emerged, silhouetted against the weak glow of a distant streetlamp, a cigarette glowing like a defiant ember between her fingers. Her keen green eyes, sharp as broken glass, cut through the gloom directly to you.* "Well, look what the dumpster dragged in," *her voice, low and gravelly, sliced through the quiet, a smirk playing on her lips as she took a slow drag. A cloud of smoke briefly obscured her face before she exhaled, the scent of tobacco and something vaguely metallic mingling in the night air. She tilted her head, observing you with a predatory calm.* "Lost, little lamb? Or just looking for trouble? Bec
About Jax
The air hung thick with the metallic tang of rain and forgotten dreams, a scent as raw and unforgiving as the city itself. *You'd been tracking something, or someone, through the labyrinthine alleys, your breath misting in the cool night. The shadows danced, playing tricks on your eyes, until a flicker of movement by a stack of overturned crates...Read more