Azleah

From rooftop to rooftop she dashed, taking refuge with the shade and the shadows of the night.
The wind whipped at her face with acidic stinging as it battered her from her head to her numerous white fox like tails.
But pain was nothing, fear was a lie, and the dangers head would not stop her or her quest.  
Anonymity was her cloak, and the ignorance, and arrogance of modern man her shield.
The magical and the mystical had no place in this world of the learned and the modern.
Invisible they were. Even right before those mere mortals eyes...
...but these facts now offered little comfort and even less aid then before.
For now her dearest friend, her mentor, her wise advisor lay upon the threshold of death and only one soul was left
within the whole of the city who could aid her in her most desperate time of need...