shyembrace
Delilah hadn't yet bothered to make herself a public temple to reside in yet, she much preferred the secrecy of her private liar where no kats could come along in search of their missing items. She hated dealing with them, how they whine and beg for their items to be returned. The dirty mortals didn't know how to show her proper respect they never seemed to understand that they were dealing with a goddess, they never could see past their own misfortune to recognize the danger in annoying her. To avoid the disrespectful mortals she hid everything away inside her personal living quarters. Her liar was filled to the brim with everything you can imagine from all over faetasia. There were piles of gold, ivory, jewels, furs, silks and anything else valuable that one could think of. The thievery goddess perched herself on a pile of fine silk to analyze all of the things she had managed to steal from unsuspected kats that day. Over the centuries she had perfected her art to a science. Nobody could match her skill, even the most skilled mortal had flaws and got caught eventually. But after so long this perfection had lead to boredom, there was no challenge to it anymore, it was routine and monotonous to her.