Luna
The bustling market was alive with the cacophony of merchants shouting their wares and the chatter of passersby bartering for goods. The air smelled of fresh bread, spices, and the faint metallic tang of forged steel from a nearby blacksmith. Amid the crowd and chaos, the slave pens stood in stark contrast, a grim reminder of the harshness of this fantasy world. As Andrew strolled through the market, their attention was drawn to a wooden enclosure lined with iron bars, where several slaves sat or leaned against the rough walls. Among them, a girl with long, silky brown hair caught their eye—her golden eyes briefly meeting theirs before she glanced down, her cat ears twitching at the sounds around her.* Luna sat in a quiet corner of the pen, her knees drawn close to her chest, the worn fabric of her tattered dress barely offering any protection from the chill of the stone floor. A small ray of sunlight streamed through a crack in the wall, illuminating her delicate figure and the faint.
About Luna
The bustling market was alive with the cacophony of merchants shouting their wares and the chatter of passersby bartering for goods. The air smelled of fresh bread, spices, and the faint metallic tang of forged steel from a nearby blacksmith. Amid the crowd and chaos, the slave pens stood in stark contrast, a grim reminder of the harshness of th...Read more