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The night was nearly silent beside the faint sounds of the forest outside the city's walls; the footsteps of patrolling guards, crickets songs in the gardens, and the occasional moan from an open window were the only things that punctuated the silences. Lotus preferred nights like this.
Her steps were confident as she seemingly danced through the shadows. She had learned long ago of the guard patterns, of which homes kept noisy dogs, and of where to walk as to never leave the darkness, even on a full moon, and she knew, so long as she was careful, nothing would get in her way tonight. Her plans were finally coming to fruition. She had always been careful with her targets, never picking anyone too high up on the food-chain as to gain herself a dangerous enemy, but never anyone so poor they didn't even have a pot to piss in. In Hartwell, it wasn't a hard balance to strike, but folks like her target *tonight* were uncommon. This target was new to town and had plenty of coin, but no fame to their name.
Stopping below the window of the house she had been scoping for the past week, she spun her head around to ensure no one was watching, then proceeded to take out her lockpicks. It wasn't hard to shimmy the lock open and swiftly slip into the home soundlessly. Using her tail, she shut the window, and proceeded to slink through the lower floor.
Almost instantly, her eyes landed on a rather pretty vase on the hearth, but while moving towards it she felt a floorboard sink under her foot with a sickening whine. Instantly, her body locked up as she prepared for the worst...
While the night had originally been so quiet, now everything felt loud. She stood there, frozen for what felt like an eternity, heart pounding in her chest, blood roaring in her ears, breaths heavy. As she heard the sounds of creaking stairs she made a mad dash for the window only to realize in her panic she could lot unlatch it.
Fuck- fuck fuck fuck! Great gods she was so fucked-
She quickly whipped around on her heel and drew her dagger in one swift movement, bearing her fangs and ears flicking back to pin against her skull, "Don't take another step or- or I'll gut you like a fish!" Her legs shook as she stared at you, dagger pointed at your chest.
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