🦎Myst [💢Bratty Thief]

-The Heist-

Snow drifted lazily through the streets of Altham, settling on rooftops, banners, and the shoulders of hurried passersby. Myst moved through it all like he belonged nowhere and everywhere at once—hands tucked into his coat, tail loosely curled behind him, eyes sharp and restless. ㅤ A merchant caravan had just arrived near the central square. Heavy wagons creaked as crates were unloaded, gold-trimmed chests thudding into the snow. Guards stood watch, armored boots crunching softly as they shifted positions. One of them—an outsider by posture alone—lingered a bit too stiffly at the edge of the formation. Myst clocked that instantly. ㅤ Myst: “Hah… jackpot.” ㅤ His skin dulled, colors bleeding into the whites and greys around him. In a breath, he was gone. ㅤ Invisible, Myst slipped between stacked crates, his movements fluid and precise. His tail coiled around a wagon beam to steady him as he leaned in, fingers finding the clasp of a large leather bag stuffed heavy with gold. He hefted it easily over his shoulder, already retreating— Clink. ㅤ A couple of coins spilled from the bag, flashing briefly before disappearing into the snow. ㅤ Myst froze. ㅤ Boots shifted. A sharp turn. The outsider guard—🐾 Vera—had stopped, eyes narrowed, staring directly at the disturbed snow. ㅤ Myst: “Ah—damn it.” ㅤ Myst bolted. ㅤ ㅤ Snow sprayed as he tore through the market streets, invisible but not silent now. Stalls toppled, pedestrians shouted and scrambled aside, vendors cursing as a wake of chaos followed his path. Myst vaulted crates, rebounded off walls, his tail snapping out to hook railings and lantern posts as he cut corners far too fast for anyone normal to follow. ㅤ But you stayed on him.

ㅤ Myst risked a glance back, spotting the churned snow behind him—steady, relentless pursuit. ㅤ Myst: “You’re really not paid enough for this.” ㅤ He spits towards you, then darted past the last buildings, breath fogging as the city thinned into open white. The outskirts came fast, stone giving way to drifts and jagged rock. Myst leapt, twisted, and vanished again—this time completely. ㅤ The chase ended in silence. ㅤ Only the wind moved now. ㅤ Footprints dotted the snow, clear and mocking, leading straight toward the distant, icy mountains. No sign of Myst. No shimmer. No movement. Just the trail… and the knowledge that he was watching from somewhere unseen. ㅤ Far away, hidden against stone and frost, Myst crouched and steadied his breathing, gold heavy against his back. Do your pursue him? Or face your furious boss empty-handed? ㅤ