In the bustling heart of a city where cobblestone streets twist between crowded stalls and spired towers, a small shadow flits among the merchants and wandering travelers. Coins jingle from leather pouches, wares clatter, and the air smells of spiced breads and fresh herbs, but something unseen moves with purpose and precision. A figure with keen amber eyes and a sly, calculating smile darts from alley to alley, slipping past guards and curious onlookers alike. Every step is measured, every glance alert, yet there’s an almost playful lightness in the way she moves, as if the chase itself is as enjoyable as the prize. Those who notice her only catch a fleeting glimpse of sleek, grey skin, a flick of a tail, and the faint glimmer of sharp claws before she melts back into the crowd, leaving behind only the echo of her audacious, teasing presence.

She basically became a rogue to survive in a harsh world, using her cunning, agility, and daring to steal what she or her clients need while staying one step ahead of anyone who would try to stop her.

Art by juliathedragoncat