Another Reaper Gone - written by (smirks) all your base are belong to us

As the door closed she turned back to the Forest God. His muddy green eyes sparkled with internalized rage.

“It took all I had not to rip his head off.” The spirit growled.

She swiftly closed the gap between them and buried her face in his coarse fur. The scent of earth dampened by rain water filled her lungs as she nuzzled into him. “I need to get out of here.”  She fisted large clumps of his fur. “I can’t sit around waiting for something to happen. For them to give an indication they want me dead.”

The god lowered his muzzle to be flush with the top of her head. “I think that would be best.”

She snarled. “I’m never coming back to this place. Fuck this city and its people.” Pushing away from the god, she crossed the room quickly. Hefting her pre-prepared bag over her shoulder she turned to the window. The tortured sound of saxophone was muffled by the stark layer of glass. The dragoness smiled knowing exactly how to silence the noise.

She stood on the only bed she had ever owned summoning all the energy she could into pulsing balls of bright light over her palms. Letting loose a loud battle shriek before launching the two balls of energy at the glass smashing it on contact. Using the bed as a springboard she dove form the building and landed on the sidewalk opposing her former home.

                She was inches from the mediocre minstrel, whose wide eyes and gaping mouth indicated that his heart had stopped. Snatching up his paper bag covered bottle and brought it to her lips. The acrid liquid burned her throat causing her to nearly retch. She lowered her head watching the pavement as saliva flooded her mouth, precursor to vomit. One of her hands clutched at the man’s rank person as she regained her footing.  Lifting her head to look into his eyes, Sherah grinned roguishly before kissing him passionately. She pulled away from him with a growl.

“Wanna go to Russia?”