The room was dark most of the time, the lights only flickering on hesistantly when people entered but no one ever stayed long. Besides, the room wasn't exactly a sight one would want to see all the time. The brick walls cracked and crumbling in places, the floor unkept with dirt and blood stains everywhere. It was a very depressing place. Inside the cold concrete cage, the male Kirund laid lazily, shivering ever now and then as the cold nip of the night nipped at him. His ears pricked occasionally from behind the steel bars as the other Kirund he was roomed with shuffled around or sighed or growled.
It was the norm for a Kirund in these parts to live this way. Or, it was all he knew to be true, anyways. You waited until someone wanted you. Then you had to appeal to them and if you were deemed good enough, you would get to leave with them. But if not, as it was often the case for him, you had to wait for another perspective buyer. He'd blown his last chance horribly. But he couldn't help it. Most of the people that came in here gave him bad vibes. Even if it meant freedom, he did not want to leave with any of them. Even the life here was bound to be better than that...
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