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The Market
WIP
HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE LORE MARKET
All around you, creatures are rushing too and fro. The sounds of barks and chatters of various animals fills your ears as you stand in the heart of it all. You've heard of this place. You've heard it's name before....
The Market.
A place for wolves and many other critters to sell their wares, trade and partake in an adolescent exchange program. The scent of milk, herbs, and even fresh meat wafts through the air on a soft breeze. Wolves, raccoons and even the occasional bear walks past you, some engaged in conversation, others carrying their stock. A large bull elk passes you by, an anxious look in his eyes as he glances at you.
Glancing at his feet, you notice a calf at his feet, looking around, excitement filling it's eyes. You turn your head away, choosing to look at the nearby stalls. Some wolves are selling whole carcasses, some are selling carefully cut out and weighed chunks of meat. Some are selling shiny silver cones in exchange for those even shinier golden ones, and some vice versa. Some wolves have herbs, fresh and dried surrounding them, and others have the whole plant.
The thing that amazes you the most, is the adolescents lined up, some near stalls, others sticking close, all wearing a little vine around their necks. Some wolf tells you that they're in a trading program- something that allows adolescents to get a taste of a different pack, and stay there if they so choose.
Eventually night time begins to fall, and all the wolves and raccoons and other creatures begin to pack up with stalls and wares, a worried look in their eyes. The darkness never brought anything good, and certainly never here. You moved to the edge of the market's territory, watching as wolves and the like began making their ways back to their packs or their dens.
As the world began to get darker and darker, the market is silent. The breeze is the only thing to rush past your ears as you stare through the inky air. As you stand, ready to leave, a light appears in the distance- bright and flickering. Seconds later, another light appears. And then another, and another. A trail of lights begins to light up the inky darkness, making it's way to the now empty market.
As you watch, you realize that wolves are making their way to the market as well- some
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