A small breeze blew through your (h/l) (h/c) locks, if it wasn’t for the fact you were flying for your life, being chased by two reapers; it would actually be a nice night for flight.
Flying low you brushed through the streets, your lightly undertone wings barely touched the passing buildings. You could hear the men behind you, they weren’t too far off. “Ugh, where is that brat?”
You turned the corner heading down a darkened street- you elevated yourself with a push- the street was far too narrow to fit your wings. Realizing the risk, you headed to rooftops. The familiar feeling of the wind returned and lifted you higher into the sky, the moonlight faintly illuminating your (s/t) skin; it rustled your feathers some, but you let it carry you ahead.
For a moment it was quiet, almost too quiet for your liking.
“THERE YOU ARE!” the red headed reaper screa