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Colour/paint test of an old draft.. but I’m ending it here. Nesskain was an inspiration for the style..
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“Stay back —”
This city had blurred all lines between friend and foe. The appearance of hordes of undead and monsters were sudden and it seemed that trying to find people to trust was near impossible. One moment, you’re sharing a can of food.. The next, they’re trying to eat you! What was once a vaguely quaint and desolate town became a nightmare. The fox couldn’t even remember the last time she had slept; and it was definitely showing through her behaviour.
“I’m not about to just give up and lay down yet.. Ngh.. Come on, if you wanna chomp on this hot bod, then fight me!”
In the Beginning;
Jack forced himself to stop wondering at the whys and hows and explanations behind the stranger’s strange appearance and focus on the more pressing issue of her intentions.
There were animal-people in the afterlife–an afterlife that he never thought existed in the first place, which was another enigma for another time–so what?
He remained silent, pistol gripped tightly in one hand. Time passes–one second, two seconds, three–before he decided to reply to her nonsense.
“What do you want?” The barrel of his weapon was kept facing towards the ground, but the way his hand twitches reveals that he was ready to use it at a moment’s notice. Her words appeared to be laced with some kind of insinuation, one Jack could only interpret as a threat.
Amber eyes are quick to pick up on sudden movement; like stalking a deer, the fine details simply cannot be missed. The stunned expression, the slightly flexing fingers as they maneuver the small pocket rocket in his hand.. Her eyes and expression fall to his hand and the cheeky air is muted immediately. Dying again was not an option.
“There’s no need to act so.. Hasty with your actions.” Besides, she could be just as showy. A flick of her wrist and what seems to be a blue orb appears out of thin air - illustrious and glowing, the fox bead whispers with the souls of those who had seen a fate of consumption. Spooky.
“I’m in the same position as you, and I can play the game just as well. So maybe you should pocket your gunpowder before we have to get... Difficult.”
❝ That’s… alright… I’m good, ❞ he responds, a little too cautiously at the sight of the dead rodent. No matter how hungry he was, Hinata wasn’t about to ingest something like that any time soon. He’s pretty sure he’d rather starve to death– then again, when the situation calls for it, those circumstances might change drastically. ❝ I’m not sure rats wouldn’t be any better, ❞ the brunet then comments, pointing at the dead object in the female’s hand, ❝ You might have a better chance at living with the plants, ❞ because who knew what that rodent had picked up among its travels? It was probably littered with disease at this point from wandering around the near-barren streets. ❝ There’s some stores around here you know, I’m sure if you look through them there’s bound to be some leftover cans of food, ❞ The male had seen some himself just recently, but the few that he came across were all barren. Luckily, this place was big enough for more than just one store, so the odds of food being in the others were greater. Or so he hoped. ❝ It’ll definitely be better than that, you know. ❞
“Plants? What do you take me for, some run of the mill mutt? Only house pets eat grass. No, that simply won’t do. Besides, I’m absolutely hopeless at telling whether or not berries are poisonous. I like meat. Keeps me energized.”
Without skipping a beat, the rat is immediately ingested by the fox and she tries her best to look satisfied. The tinge of disgust making her lips tremble was hardly noticeable.. Right?
“A can of food? How do you put food in a can? I thought you put trash in those things.” Her words are mixed in with the sounds of chewing and a gag here or there. “All the food I eat is fresh... Or seriously preserved. Sometimes I wonder how people can cover their food in so much salt without getting sick.”
The gumiho takes a minute to look around, trying to scout one of these stores he was referring to. “Maybe you could help me?” In the midst of scouting the area, she offers him a prize winning smile that would surely sway. “After all, you seem more educated about these things than I am. I’m Ahri - I thought I should probably introduce myself, seeing as you’re going to help me find these can things.”
Oop, sorry Hinata. She doesn’t take no for an answer - especially from such young and fit stock such as yourself. You’re roped in for sure.
“Ah? Can I? Really?”
His voice is light, and his whole posture clenches up in nervousness. He doesn’t want to be too rough or anything because– what if it hurts? Those fluffy animal ears are independent of the woman speaking to him, she might as well be a talking fox to him.
He raises a hand to pet her ears, trembling all the while. When he finally does touch them though, they’re every bit as soft as he’s imagined them to be. His touch is like how he would pet a cat, enough to feel the fur, but not enough force to cause pain.
“Is this alright? If it hurts you should tell me–”
Boobs? Breasts? What is she talking about? He has never touched a real live boob before. It’s just a female reproductive organ designed for feeding infants, right? Not that he’s ever actually SEEN or FELT it before.
“Well, if they’re as soft as your ears, I don’t understand why people aren’t distracted them more often.”
She can easily pick up on his nervousness, and in it’s own weird way, it fuels her cheeky behavior. Seeing men - or, boys in this case - crumble was always an enjoyable past time. Plus, she got a good ear scritch out of it. Something so therapeutic was definitely needed in these sad times.
“No, no.. Oh yeahh.. Yeahh,, right behind the ear, that’s good.. You’re not hurting me at all... Mmm... “ Was that... Rumbling noises? Yeah, probably. Her leg was even twitching a little bit too. Such small pleasures could easily deter from the negative aspects of life.
Then he commented about the boobs - her forte!
“Well, you see, these are a little more taboo than just my ears. But to me, they are a lot more fun to play with than ears.” A grab of her own goodies accentuates this. “But I guess people see boobs every day, so they are not as bothered. But ears? Well, apparently not.”
“However, the tails are definitely the show stopper.” Waggle waggle.
“You’re the one that has a pro-”
The twitch of her ears shuts him up mid-sentence.
No? Not a cat? Definitely not a cat, too long to be cat ears. But her ears are still so… soft looking. She reminds him of, ah– that martial artist that’s always with the Queen. He didn’t want to pet hers, though. The other spirit or whatever inside of her made that clear enough if he approached he might not have a hand left.
Instead of the usual abrasive response, Add stumbles over his words as he ruffles his hair, looking away awkwardly.
“No- it’s just-” Spit it out, child. “Your ears look… really soft.”
There was always a sick satisfaction in throwing people off guard. Her disgruntled expression gives way to a flicker of amusement in her eyes - his cockiness was easily shut down it seemed. Another twitch of her ears is accompanied by the fanning of her tails.
Maybe she could find some fun in the dead of this town.
“Well, if you think they’re so soft, why don’t you try them out?” A cautious step towards him emphasizes her offer, and a duck of her head lowers the gumiho’s head to a reasonable petting height. “I don’t bite... Most of the time. Just be gentle.”
“You’re not the first person who has been distracted by my... Unusual features. Unfortunately, they are not the ones that I often try to show off. It seems both men and women are more preoccupied by fluffy parts than breasts. A shame, don’t you think?” She’s not trying to proposition him, no, it’s just merely an aspect of her personality. Foxes aren’t exactly taught to beat around the bush.
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“It’s amazing.. Not even the rats have enough fat on them to feed one person! But if you’re desperate, I’ll share with you.”
Such a grotesque gesture is normally taken with offence by most of Ahri’s friends, but the situation is desperate for many and she is really trying her best to help out. With natural hunting instincts, catching prey really isn’t that difficult - it’s just finding something with enough substance on it to be worth consuming. There’s always a risk with wild and raw meat, but since they were both dead.. Well, the scenario couldn’t really get any worse could it?
“The wildlife is plentiful, that’s no lie. But what diseases are they abundant with? Even I can’t tell. The venison I tried to catch earlier ended up being taken out by a few dogs. Guess human legs are pretty useless after all, huh?”
Perhaps nobody had pointed out that preserved food was in abundance, or she was just too prideful to admit she couldn’t use a can-opener.
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“Do you have a problem?”
This seems to be a common trend with folk of this desolate town. Everyone had to stare. Their beady, curious little eyes squinting at her as if she’s some - some sort of monster, like they’ve never seen a girl with nine tails and ears before! Yes, she was a demon; a gumiho, a soul sucker, a succubus. Whatever you wanted to label it. But did it really warrant such strange looks?
“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s your first thought. Such ghastly situations tend to bring out the worst in people, yes, but I usually avoid young men.”
i need to get more threads going on ahri, so please like this post if you want a small starter!
In the Beginning;
Confusion was the order of the day, it seemed.
Jack had died before, yes–bullets and drills and fire tended to do that to a body, even a body hardened against A woman–didn’t look like a splicer–she might have answers? He didn’t really know how to start, but it didn’t seem that shooting her would get him what he needed, so Jack slung his shotgun onto his back in an attempt to appear as non-threatening as possible.
He stopped in his tracks, his greeting dead in his throat.
There was a woman in front of him, alright…
A woman with tails. Tails. It would take Jack a few seconds to process this–it was a little too much for him–but for the moment he was stuck gaping at her like an idiot.
It seems she was left without an answer. Perhaps this ‘Bible’ thing could give her some clues as to what to do? But from what she read, it did not really clear up the situation at all.
‘God created them. Male and female, he created them.’ She looks down at the flimsy little Genesis in her fingers, squinting at the yellowing words as she continued on. ‘Be fruitful and increase in number’. Well. Ahri could certainly do that - after all, that was practically her career. But the only man before her seemed to look rather confused, jaw wide open as he stared at her in fixation.
They say humor is a coping mechanism for many, the shining light in the darkness of despair. Through cracked lips, she offers a dry smile and a swish of her hips.
“This ‘God’ fellow said I need to procreate and subdue the earth. Is that why we’re here?” Perhaps he wouldn’t take it so well, but hopefully it would shut his mouth and snap him out of the daze. “I was hoping he would offer someone with a little more meat on their bones.. “
In the Beginning;
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“The Earth was formless and empty.. Darkness over the Earth was deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.”
One moment, Ahri was breathing. There was life and vibrant colour. Blood and tears and fighting, but the sky was a big blue uninterrupted by cloud or smoke from fire. But then, it dimmed. A murky grey lay above and the surrounds had rotten.
Ahri was dead. Dead?
This so-called ‘Bible’ gave her little to no information on her unfortunate circumstance, and it’s ratty leather shell attested to the fact this town was long abandoned. She’s not the type to wail, but a feeling of lost hope is tingling in her veins and provoking some sort of distress.
“What is there to do if you are dead?”
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Ahri is finally done! Worked soo hard on that one!
I wanted to try and make a piece that kinda looks like a splash art from the game, i hope i somewhat succeeded haha
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