Slowly, she prowled along the inside edge of the gate. Cautious eyes scanned the surrounding area once, twice, and once more; surveying the castle carefully before she even considered her next move. The western lands, a territory not her own, in a castle that's home to the most well known demon in the lands. The odds were stacked against her, but that made her mission all the more worthwhile. Her ears perked in excitement, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
She was in the most well guarded castles in the west, yet she managed to get in so easily; something only she could accomplish. That fact alone was almost enough to make her cocky, but the faint sound of footsteps all around her had her pause. Everyone in the castle was fast asleep, but the guards loyally and diligently fulfilled their duty. Her tail swished side to side patiently. She waited long minutes for the right moment. If she miscalculated even the smallest fraction of a second, she would be caught, and that would be the end off her.
Soon, she sprang into action, her dark shadow dancing through the corridors of the mansion, steps silent and completely unheard. Slyly, she avoided guards and traps that were meant to repeal thieves, and with a smirk on her face, her tail playfully swayed back and forth. Carefully, she listened for any sounds that would indicate that someone caught onto her, but when she heard none, she proceeded onward. It wasn't long before she found her destination.
Silently slipping through an intricate door, the thief was greeted by the sight of a room filled with jewels, gold, and enough wealth to cause a filthy sense of arousal to sneak down her spine. A soft purr escaped her lips as she allowed herself lay in the glory, chilled coins and smooth cut gems rubbed against her exposed skin; she could hardly contain herself and she did not know why. All she knew was that there was no better feeling. She liked what she liked, after all, and that was all that mattered, in this moment.
Greedily, she pocketed only the most precious stones and intricate coins. She threw necklaces and beads around her neck, bangles and bracelets on her wrists, and garbed each finger with many rings.
Just as the thief was about to take her leave, she was halted by a strong hand taking hold of her neck. The grip was tight and threatened to choke the life out of her if she dared move. In that moment, the moon shone through the window and the thief found herself face to face with the owner of the very things she wished to steal.
"Well, well if it isn't the Prince of the West, Sesshomaru." The thief chuckled, only to whimper as the hold on her neck tightened.
"You've picked the wrong person to steal from, cat demon." His voice was cold and smooth; it sent chills down her spine and trills of excitement straight through her tail.
"I'm surprised," she licked her lips, feeling Sesshomaru's claws press dangerously against the skin of her neck. "I've never been caught in the act before."
"I'm a dog demon, we are made for the hunt." Sesshomaru lifted his free hand, readying himself for the kill. "I smelled you long before you passed the front gate, wench."
"Oh, you smelled me, did you?" The cat demon purred as she gripped at his wrists. "I can only hope that I smelled delightful." With fluid movements, she kicked Sesshomaru back and escaped his tight grip; but not without gaining a few scratches on her neck. Her body twisted in the air before she landed gracefully on the windowsill.
"I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other very, very soon, Lord Sesshomaru."
The cat demon blew him a kiss and winked before falling back into the night that covered her.