Cora Wolfe's Story

Cora materialized noting the wolf like creature and whatever the other was, "hello Drek'thul" she said, while floating an inch off the ground. She looked back toward the other creature. Her elfish image flickered as the ghostly half of her body took hold. She winced in pain and became slightly transparent, "if you can fix this, I'll join.".

She peeks out of an alleyway and sees Cora and Drek'thul. "Are those police? I don't think they're police." She steps out, trying to stay hidden. She reaches into her pocket and rubs a small black rock. A broken watch is hanging partially out of her pocket. The ends of her pant legs are singed and black. Her grey eyes scan the area before she steps out. She tries to walk past them, but when she gets ten feet from Cora and Drek'thul, the tip of her shoe bursts into flame. "Gah!" She stomps it out and turns to them. "Sorry! Quite sorry!"

Drek'thul turned his wolfish body showing his helmeted head. His eyes glowed then it started raining, hard, and seemingly from nowhere on a cloudless day. He then threw one of the charmed amulets from around his neck to Cora. "That should help stabilize thee problem." He stood, "I'll stand guard". He threw an ice sickle at the lock on the fire escape which shattered them both, causing the fire escape ladder to fall. He leapt up the ladder nimbly then hopped onto the roof where he crouched, and watched over the others.

Cora caught the amulet with surprise. She was expecting it to go through her. She put it on and she solidified and took a breath. She smiled and hugged the wolfish creature named Drek'thul before he could leave, "you wouldn't believe how long I've been wanting to do that!"

She looks at Cora. "H-hi, I'm Annika. I'm 19." She brushes her hair from her face and sighs. "What's your name?" She nervously rubs the rock in her pocket. Mumbling something in German, she looks to her shadow, which seems to look back at her. She shivers. "Gosh, heebie-jeebies."

"Cora, Cora Wolfe." She said twisted the amulet that was around her neck, then gestures the the worgen (humanoid wolf-like creature) "that's Drek'thul. And I'm 25." She stared off over the building toward Drek'thul in curious wonder. "Hay drek, where are you from exactly?

Drek'thul sniffed the air, standing on two legs. He rested his hand on the mini water tower attached to the roof next to him, his sharp claws pierced the metal and gallons of water poured out, which when it came in contact with his skin/fur, froze into solid ice. He cursed, then bashed the ice with his other fist until it shattered. "I'm from the north." He said. Then for an unknown reason, he let out a shivering howl, that sent anyone or anything within ear shot of it on the edge. Then he snorted. And leapt with more grace anyone (minus the ones who knows a worgen) would think their frames would allow, and farther, than any other creature alive (not magic or bionic assisted) and landed on the roof of a building across the street.