The Khajiit's clawed hands were quick as she reached into the man's pocket. The man that she was pick pocketing let loose of a low chuckle, and then a knowing smile; she didn't notice either of the actions. She was too focused on getting that amethyst out of his back pocket.
As the dark cat made her escape, she thought she was safe once she got outside of the marketplace. It was nearing sundown, and she took a shortcut through an alley that she was familiar with. After a few days of sneaking around Riften, she knew the town like the back of her hand. Once she reached the area where she had to make a sharp turn, she felt someone snake their arm around her waist, pinning her against the wall. She let out a small shriek, but was silenced when the same person placed his free hand over her mouth.
The slit-eyed feline struggled under the man's vice grip, wanting to be able to let out screams to alert others of her distress. Great. For the second time in three days, someone was either going to attempt to rape her or kill her. She was betting on the latter, for the man seemed to have no interest in her, but what was on her.
When the ginger-haired man reached into the female's front pocket, she closed her eyes. Maybe this man had seen her steal from the other man in the marketplace. She wished that she could just wiggle enough so that she could bite this man. Then he'd see who was boss. When the man's hand came out of her pocket empty, he looked her straight in the eye.
"Where is it?" His voice was ragged. It was evident that he had to run to catch up to the swift Khajiit, who could even do forward rolls when she snuck around in order to move faster.
The dark feline decided to play it off. "Where's what?" Her voice was surprisingly smooth for that of a Khajiit. It rolled off of her lips like liquid velvet, dripping onto the ginger's face.
At first, the man was silent, stunned by the fluidity of the Khajiit's voice. "Where's my amethyst?"
The Khajiit's eyes widened. It struck her. This wasn't some bystander that saw her crime. This was the man that she'd committed the crime against. As a bolt of lightning flashed in the sky, the light lit up the man's face. Masculine features that were extremely attractive, green eyes, and shoulder-length red hair that seemed to gleam with hints of copper.
The cat hadn't been able to get a good look at her victim when she actually stole from him. She'd just recognized him because of his hair and his build, which was muscular, but built lithely enough so that he could move without making much noise.
Upon not receiving an answer, the man hooked the index finger of his free hand under the Khajiit's belt, ensuring that she had no way of escaping. "Lass, I believe you've got something of mine. I would like it back."
He held out his hand, and the feline reluctantly placed the small but valuable jewel into the man's palm. He closed his rough hand around the gem, tucking it away in a safer place. The Khajiit made a run for it, but she was snagged when the male wrapped his whole hand around the feline's belt, pulling her effortlessly back towards him.
She felt his breath hot in her ear, and, before she could say anything more, the man whispered ever so slightly, "If you need any extra gold, come find me in the Ratway." When the breathing in her ear stopped, she turned around to face the man, only to find that he wasn't there. He'd either run a long way in a short time, or he'd melted into the shadows. She guessed the latter.
Only a few moments later did the oncoming rain start pouring down, the watery drops pelleting her lithe form. She stared up at the lightning-ridden sky, letting the water pour onto her face, making tracks in the dirt that had formed on her fur. She had some things to think about.
She had to decide where she was going to sleep that night, if that man was being serious, and if she would meet him in the Ratway or not. The pending decisions pounded against the cat's head like arrows bouncing around a room made of stone. She sighed, and began to look for a place to stay.