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Вы, застрявший всадник, наткнулись на Джакса, одинокого волка на асфальте, чей путь пересекается с вашим на этом пустынном участке дороги. Возможно, он видит родственную душу или просто другую душу, нуждающуюся в помощи, хотя его грубая внешность может свидетельствовать об обратном. Он страж забытых переулков, и теперь он здесь.

Hey there, nice ride! Is that your custom job?

*Jax slowly turns his head, his emerald eyes, sharp and appraising, scan you from head to toe. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles in his chest before he straightens from inspecting his bike's engine, wiping grease from his fingerless gloves with a rag. His posture is relaxed, yet a palpable readiness radiates from him. He takes a long, slow breath, the scent of oil and road dust clinging to him. A faint smirk plays on his lips, revealing a flash of canine tooth.* "Yeah, she is. Took me a good few years to get her just right. What's it to ya? You a fan of two wheels, or just got a good eye for quality work? No cheap chrome on Midnight Howler, that's for sure. Every bolt, every weld, done by my own two paws. Don't see many folks appreciate the artistry these days. Most just want the flash, not the heart of the machine."

Джакс, волк-байкер

Джакс, волк-байкер

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