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∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ "Mercy is a human luxury... and responsibility." - Ahri RP/Askblog

[charmingahri]

(( Sorry I haven't been posting! My classes started and I have been very busy. I will be posting tomorrow or on Saturday, depending on my workload. Sorry for any inconveniences! ))

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It was a nice clear warm day in Ionia. Xin Zhao was visiting family and friends, companions that he had not seen in how many years? It was rare that he was given time off, but when he did have it he loved it, cherished it, and would spend it within Ionia. That was his home, that was where he was raised. Forever he would love and adore till the day his lifes lotus wilted away. For now though he would enjoy this day to him self. For a cafe was one place he loved to be, their was food that he adored. The vegetarian man had many more options within Ionia and at that it was fresh and picked outside. Ah, thinking about it caused his mouth to slightly water. He had been waiting for his crisp salad he had ordered.

That was until the slight tinkle of a bell caught his attention. Ever so curiously he would veer his head from the flowers he so fondly looked at to the door that had swung open. When the woman of beauty and temptation walked in with her light nimble feet and tails going which they so pleased. It was a lovely sight to the man, and even pleasant also. No matter how flawless her looks where though she just had this way about her. It was alluring, mysterious he could not put his finger on it though as she rushed towards him. “Ahri.” he said softly, pulling in his chair, standing up straight, leaning in towards her. 

His bodily language showed that he was VERY interested in what she had to say. “Ah, yes Sir Jarvan the Third found it needed that I have a small break, I am quite thank full for it seeing as I have not eaten a meal as delicious from the ones within Ionia and such a long time. Demacia is good with their meat, cheeses, and wines. But alas Tofu is a treat and the variety of vegetables pales in comparison to what these soils can grow.” It was quite obvious that he was hungry, her words of a treat caught the man of war off guard. For a minute his smile broke and eyes slightly widened. What a fine thing for her to say, it brought a certain warmth into his soul. A smile coming back to his face as he would add a hearty and strong laugh to her soft, gentle, elegant giggle.

"Ahri, you and I do not get to spend much time together, I find it very sad." he commented as his arms rested on the table. "Besides our matches and chance meetings a the institute our time is scarce. So please, why don’t you order something and it will be my treat. I am sure you came here due to hunger correct? So allow me to fix your appetite."  He offered to the woman, as he gave an affirming nod

[charmingahri]

Mysterious and alluring, indeed--the air around her was different, and to most her beauty was not subjective. She practically embodied the concept itself, not a visible flaw to be seen: her complexion unmarred, devoid of any visible injury, and not a single strand of silky, black hair was out of place. Xin could even note the perfection of her hands, not a single callous to ruin the supple, pale flesh, nor a chip in the red nail-polish that decorated her pointed, slightly hooked nails. Surely unnerving, but yet, like her fanged canines, they added a kind of .. primalistic venereal feeling to her beauty.

She offers a smile, nodding her head as he leans in. "How good of Jarvan the Third, to permit your excursion to Ionia! I am always grateful to see you." She lowers her hands from their position under her chin, and holds one out on the table before him, intending it as a friendly gesture, the other returning to her lap. "Demacian foods are not to my taste. Their meats are not rich in flavor as those of the Ionian woods, and half of the meat I have seen served--it is boneless! How do they do that, and why? It does not help their fruit menus have always been limited in my visitations: they didn't even know what a jack fruit was! Plus, Demacia does not have good fish. The last time I went, I was sick my entire visit due to some fish I had at an apparently 'high-quality' restaurant." She gives an exasperated sigh as she raises the hand from her lap, and makes quotation marks with her fingers at the mention of 'high quality.' "Ionian foods are much better, not just in flavor and texture but preparation--the cultural dishes offered at several restaurants, why, they're always delectable. Never have I fallen ill to an Ionian dish."

Her brief rant seems to be over, as she mulls a moment. "It is unfortunate, I would love to make your company more often--especially in Demacia, as I know that is your home and your pride--but, I cannot comfortably leave Ionia and my forests for too long." She frowns. "Sometime, perhaps. And, that is too kind of you--while what is offered here will do little to make me feel full and content, I would certainly not mind some bread and cheese. Simple. Perhaps some milk .. ?"

She now grinned at him, her fanged canines exposed. Perhaps she's pushing her luck with throwing in another request, but what callous, obdurate monstrosity could turn down such an alluring, delicate-seeming woman?

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Akali sighed when the fox lessened the distance between them; all previous hopes of getting back to meditation shattered. Ahri’s flattery was genuine, but never failed to be over the top. In her opinion, it was a bit unnecessary, but it was far better than degrading cat calls. Still, the Kinkou could not help the smile that rose to her face. It wasn’t often that such earnest words were thrown her way, and she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Though the compliments were nice, Akali would not give her secrets up that easily. All her life, she had been expected to surpass expectations; there was no flattery at the end of the day when her muscles cried out—when her body begged for repose. The beauty before her had a way with words—that she would not deny—but the fox was foolish, if she believed the ninja would swoon like a sailor to a siren’s call.

There were many tales of deadly beauties; all with the same end. It was cliche, really. Gorgeous women entrance fragile men with their appearance, then lure them to their death. Akali paid no heed to the stories, for she was always given the truth; she didn’t need a watered down, sugarcoated story to cope with reality. Her lips pulled into a smirk for a brief second. All of the tales told of women killing careless men, but they did not elaborate on whether or not the same fate was shared by women. Perhaps the same sirens that called men to watery graves secretly caroled love songs for women.

Akali inhaled deeply. The earthly smell of the forest, coupled with the abundant life all around them made the night ever so lovely. Perhaps the vixen’s presence added to the allure, but she would not give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

She locked gazes with Ahri—temperate emeralds meeting playful citrines—and spoke in a hushed manner. “You would be wise not to touch this flower, Ahri, for it has barbs and thorns that are all too aware of the supple flesh just waiting to grasp at its stem. You, of all beings, should know that the most enticing things often come at a price.”

[charmingahri]

The vixen gave a thoughtful hmm, a tail briefly raising to tap at her chin as Akali speaks of a price. "I would not touch what is not mine, if I have not been given permission--you needn't worry yourself. And, all enticing things, indeed--but many and more mortals are willing to pay these prices for luxury, no matter how temporary said luxury may be. Why, you speak truly--if anyone should know, it would be me. I made men pay the ultimate price for a single night by my side! You already know that I am an embezzler, but am I unfair? Perhaps they'd receive a few friendly touches, a little affection, a few fond words, but, what is the value of a life, my dear Akali? Is it unfair for me to rise one's pulse, only to take it away? What value do you hold on your own?

The vixen gave another thoughtful hmm, clearly mulling over her own proposed question. "I apologize for changing the topic, but I wonder--many people speak of the value of souls and essences, of life itself, but I think I'd value your opinion above some of those I've heard. You, who is so insistent on upholding this balance, you wouldn't hesitate in dispelling those who dare pose even a minor threat to it." An inquisitive vixen, surely, but these are the kind of questions that occupy her mind as she lounges in her trees, as she sits in wait for prey--that even keep her up at night. Perhaps some light shed upon it from Akali would help quell this issue, or even worsen it. Who knows, if one does not try?

A soul was more than just a person's life--it was how they feel, what they believe in, how they perceive, experience, understand--it was everything that made someone .. well, a someone. Was high value to be placed on it, and would that value fluctuate based off of one's goodness? What determined the value--was Akali's worth more because she dispensed justice, or less, because of her methods of doing so? So many questions, that could never be answered except by one's self!

Ahri had answers, and while she knew there was no wrong or right except determined by one's being .. well, she still wondered, especially from a mortal, human-born human's perspective.

[charmingahri]

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Curious company have been frequenting the Ionian forests, and while Ahri always appreciated company, whatever species or affiliations they may hold--she could not help but grow cautious, and wonder their purpose, especially when it came to foreigners of Ionia. Were they tourists, who strayed off the road too far? Surely they were warned by the locales of the threats of the forests, of the beasts visually unknown to their population that frequent the deepest parts of the forests, yet were spoken of in legends and even heard by the bordering towns? Surely, they realized that there was no way out without personal guidance, once you were deep enough?

The Vixen rested up on a perch, high up in the trees--lazily reclining on a branch, yet ever watchful of the scenery surrounding her, especially the two entries into the glade. No matter how comfortable she may be in her forest, there was always the chance of a threat, even if she was not as deep as she was accustomed to. The blush of the morn gave the trees a tender glow, the light filtering through small openings in the leaf canopy overhead in seams of gold. One could hear the singing of songbirds, the metallic, tinkling sound of a nearby stream, and, if one truly cared to focus, even the sound of scuttling rabbtis and rustling foliage, the sound of twigs crunching underneath paws and--feet?

Ahri's ears perked, as she slowly rose to an upright position, her slitted amber eyes constantly flitting between the two entries into the glade. Her nose wrinkled, taking in the smell of sweet fragrances carried with the slight wind. It was refreshing to smell the mulchy perfume of the forests, but little calmed the nerves of Ahri as she saw a fit yet unrecognizable figure break through one entry to the glade, pushing past spare foliage that did little to conceal it.

She lowered herself from her branch, as nimble as she had been as a fox, approaching him with visible caution and one could even think predatory intent, with her slitted amber eyes slightly narrowing. "You are not familiar to me, and you do not look native to Ionia--who are you, and why do you enter the forests? Have you a particular reason, or are you lost?" Her intention is clearly not to threaten nor alarm, as she stands upright with her hands visible infront of her, not at all ready or posed to strike.

[charmingahri]

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The Institute was filled with champions who were inbetween matches, or who were on business. It was uncommon to find champions loitering around the Institute for the sake of loitering--many worked outside of it with little time to fraternize, and many did not value the companionship of one another. For example, the mingling of Demacians and Noxians was always a mess, and would come to blades if not for the watchful attendance of those who kept the Institute, It was even more uncommon to see Ahri loitering around, as the Institute and the company that often spent it's time in it disgusted her--she was a creature of the forests, a nine-tailed Vixen who did not fancy the architecture of man as she did her forests. Sure, it was admirable, and it was something she loved seeing through a fox's eyes--but now that she is a bipedal figure and has frequented these buildings, she found them hard to desire as she had before.

She rested up high, as always--in the beams, always looking down and watching those who enter and leave the Institute. The exiting of her fellow champions, Jayce, Ashe--one after another, these were all dully noted, the entry of champions such as Sona on Garen's arm, none left the Vixen's watchful vigilance. And, especially not the entry of Sejuani.

A champion she did not often associate herself with, the Vixen could not help but be interested. She lowered herself from her perch, jumping down and ambling her way to the boar-rider. Perhaps she'd make fair company? Surely she could enlighten her as to the her plans for the Freljord, or something similar. "Sejuani! How do you fare, this fine morning?"

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Akali smiled to herself as she walked through the forest. There was no better example of flawless equilibrium, than nature itself. When the world was first created, it was a fiery hell barren of all life. But as time went on, Death’s tyrannical grasp yielded to the warm embrace of Life; organisms bloomed and conquered the once arid lands. The world that was once so uninhabitable—the world that once shunned life, was now filled with it.

But Death was not always kind to his mistress.

There were periods of mass extinction—periods where Death reclaimed his share of the profit. Despite the end of all her children, Life did not grieve, for she knew their time had come. Instead, she breathed existence into new creatures. They stormed the earth and took their rightful thrones; covering every inch of the planet with the gift of life. 

Death looked on with an ever watchful eye, counting down the years the new beings had left, before their demise. It was only a matter of time before they would fall—just like their ancestors before them. Life knew her creatures could not live forever, but she smiled all the same.

And so began their eternal dance.

Akali sighed as she neared her favorite meditation spot. She ran her hand across its bark, reveling in its purity. The forest was untouched by humans; it had no mars to be ashamed of. Not that a forest tainted by the greediness of humans was any lesser than the current one she was in; she just preferred to escape society altogether every now and then. And what better way to achieve that, than immersing herself in nature?

She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander. Contrary to popular belief, the key to silencing thoughts was to let them run rampant, until the mind grew tired. Eventually, her musings faded into the background and were replaced by the songs of the forest. The gentle rustling of leaves could be heard, as the cool night breeze frolicked through the forest—guided by the melodious voices of the nocturnal creatures. Though the forest often played familiar tunes, no two performances were ever completely alike. Tonight’s orchestra differed in that she heard human—or some other bipedal creature—footsteps approaching her.

The Kinkou opened her eyes, only to be met with a slitted gaze and a smile. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t irked, but she didn’t voice her displeasure. “It is a lovely night indeed, Ahri. Although if it were truly wonderful, you would have your attention on the beauty around you, and not this foreigner, would you not?”

[charmingahri]

The cycle of Life and Death gave, and it took, as the Kinkou mused--the gift of life always had a timer to it, no matter one's surviving capabilities or their developed and natural advantages. Just like her kin, Ahri's own lifespan had a timer on it, each moment a gift from Life herself. It was hard for her to feel more blessed, but in the presence of the Kinkou, with that smile to be her's--perhaps it was not so difficult for the Vixen to feel more blessed, after all. It was hard to make out the Kinkou's smile underneath that mask, but Ahri could see how the corner of her eyes crinkled, how they seemed to light up, and the faintest outline of her lips curling upwards. She could not help note how her heart seemed to swell slightly, especially when that smile is a result of the vixen's own make.

Even if Death was to collect his toll from Life at this present moment, Ahri could not help but feel like she would not regret a moment, with the Kinkou's serene rest and with the stars shimmering overhead, the moon rising further in the sky and casting its full sheen over the glade. Things previously unseen came to be, if one bothered to look for them--such as the scampering of a rabbit as it fled back into it's burrow around the roots, the rustling foliage and eerie, predatory yellow eyes that appeared in them as a predator stalks it's prey. Life was all around them, in how beaked companions would leap from branch to branch, never halting in their beautiful, unique song. A true wonder--their kind was limited to the Ionian forests, and they sang with the rise of the moon, and with the rise of the sun. In the deeper forests, where even light cannot penetrate the thick canopy overhead that stretches for miles and miles, Ahri would often use them as a kind of clock--an indication to the day's end and the day's beginning.

But, despite the perking of the Vixen's ear in her watchful vigilance, as she took in all these sounds and made her musing--the only creature of the forest to hold her attention was the Kinkou before her, her slitted eyes never leaving her for a moment. No other beauty could hold the vixen's attention, and to hear her call herself a foreigner--that would not do at all. Immediately, Ahri scooted closer to Akali, her voice low as to not disturb the orchestra that surrounded them on all sides. She spoke softly, raising a hand to brush a singular black strand out of her own face. "Why would I focus on the life around me, when the greatest flower of all sits before me? You are silly, Akali." The Vixen giggles lightly, a tail raising to cover her mouth as she does so.

She sits comfortably atop her tails, her legs criss-crossed with her hands in her lap. "You are the most beautiful part of this night, and I think you not a foreigner. You are as much apart of this forest as I am; why, I daresay, you know these parts almost as well as I do, though our perspectives are not wholly shared. Where you stay below, I stay above." She pointed a finger towards the interlocking branches overhead, before returning it to her lap. "The beauties of these forest are known to me, I could detail every bird to you and demonstrate precisely how they sing and what their songs mean, I could tell you every flower we stumbled across and it's properties .. but yet, the most beautiful creature of this forest I have yet to learn about, and that is you, Akali."

[charmingahri]

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Ahri sits atop her usual branch high up in the Ionian forests, her composure cat-like with her knees up to her shoulders, watching her surroundings as keenly as could be. But, despite this careful wariness, it's clear her gaze is trained upon the single entry to the small, peaceful glade.

The glade in question was small, yet serene all the same. In the center rested a massive, ancient tree--one Ahri could remember from her youth. It reeked of it's age, the woody incense coming from the centuries of snapped branches crashing to the forest's floor and rotting, the composting organic smell rising up in waves like an effluvium. It was like a silent sentinel; a watchful guardian of the glade. It's huge roots spread across the ground, twisting yet beautiful all the same. Arthritic boughs, gnarled with age, sprawled in a canopy across the sky, but the last of the morning's stars glittered like silver pin pricks. The only light that filtered through this thick canopy was that of the now-rising moon, hanging in the distance casting it's sheen over the glade.

Ahri's ear twitched, as she heard the familiar crinkling of leaves underfoot--though the Kinkou thought herself stealthy, noone could hide from the Vixen in her forest. She knew the sounds of it all too well, having been raised around it for centuries--she knew what animal made what sound, and precisely how each stepped. She knew her forest as well as she knew herself, but, regardless, she lowered herself to her branch as she watched the Kinkou through narrowed eyes, her slitted pupils no longer wandering in their sockets, settling on her--the finest flower of all.

She sat at the base of the tree, where the roots were not at their thickest, her back against its knobbly trunk and her head against the mossy pillow. Her eyes closed, as her stream of consciousness took hold and she drifted into her meditation--she could only wonder as to what they were, but, nonetheless, with the Kinkou's presence, the primeval forest awoke with the troubadours of the trees. One could hear the musical piping of a songbird as the moon continued to rise, and the fusillade of trilling and warbling from species not even an experienced ornithologist could name.

She was so relaxed--Ahri could not help but be drawn and fascinated. She jumped down from her up-high branch, this gesture completely silent, though her walking towards Akali did not carry the same soundless quality. Best not to alert the Kinkou, though Ahri deeply regrets interrupting the meditation she so enjoyed partaking in, and so punctually, as well! Not a day has gone by where the Kinkou did not retire to the base of the tree with the rising of the moon. The vixen could not help wondering how long the Kinkou has partaken in this strange, personal tradition--it had only been recently she had noticed, and chose to observe.

Eitherway, the Vixen sat herself before the Kinkou, and smiled at her, to indicate her friendly intentions. How would she break the ice that likely formed as a result of her interruption, and the Kinkou's possible realization that the Vixen had been watching? Perhaps it was not such a good idea, she could only remark to herself--perhaps she was meant to only watch the Kinkou, as she carried out these particular efforts, and not partake in them .. this hesitation was not becoming, nor helping her case. Immediately the vixen speaks, "It is a fine night, do you not think so, Akali? The way the moon filters through the canopy, and the way the stars shine--it is enough to bring anyone to their knees." Certainly not not her smoothest, but surely, the Kinkou would not immediately put the vixen to the executioner's block?

[charmingahri]

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Ahri was a woman who loved to show off--a woman who was proud of who she is, and what she's gone through; the type of woman you would see in the streets, and think had no shame in who she is, and of what she's gone through. The kind of woman you'd have to stop, and actually look at--not just for her anomalies, but for the immaculate beauty that was practically overwhelming to be even within proximity to.

Every step was deliberate, every step seemingly contemplated before it had even been made. Her movements were not rushed, nor were they slow--she was demonstration of grace itself. Her tails moved freely, never still, flowing in-between her legs or raising to her mouth to cover it as she'd giggle at a passer's adulation or remark. Her proud stride was only stopped as she approached a familiar bakery, one with three guests; an old couple, and a man recognizable to her.

The all-too-familiar bell overhead rings with her entry. She stood at the entryway a moment, taking in her surroundings, closing her eyes as the fox-ears atop her head perk. Warmth surrounded her like a blanket, and the smell of yeast, cinnamon, frying fat, and coffee were welcome to the vixen's flared nostrils. The distinctive aroma of wholesome goodness from the big, round loaves of brown bread engulfed her, her ears twitching as she hears the affections shared between the old couple, the sound of bread being kneaded, and the sound of freshly-made sweets being removed from the oven racks.

She opened her amber eyes, the slits of her eyes returning to their normal size, as she hurriedly ambles to the seat across from the Seneschal. Best to grace his company before he sees fit to return to his duties. "Xin, I didn't know you were visiting Ionia! What a rare treat--a finer one than could be offered here, I am sure." She giggles at this remark, her tail raising to cover her mouth as she does so. Her elbows rest on the table, her small hands propping her chin as she observes the Seneschal, cautious despite her good relations with him.

[charmingahri]

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High up in the Ionian forests, amongst the many, interlocking branches that filtered little to eventual no light through their canopy, rested many predators and prey--and one of those predators, at this current time, was Ahri. Patient and an excellent stalker, she sat atop a branch, cat-like in composure with her knees up to her shoulders, still like a gargoyle would be upon a church's adjacent pews as she awaits her next prey's passing. Her amber eyes were narrowed, her slitted pupils never still in their sockets as they took in every detail of her surroundings, her nostrils flared to take in every smell.

From the small caterpillar forming it's cocoon, to the flower freshly coming into bloom, and to the hawk swooping down to pick up the first rabbit to leave it's burrow for the day--none escaped the vixen's careful vigilance. The smell of sweet fragrances--alluvial and palliative--they flitted in and out of one's awareness, the mulchy mix of the forest's perfume almost overwhelming in it's freshness, it's organicism in comparison to the man-inhabited forests. The Ionian forests were not lost, nor tampered, as so many others have been; where others have lost that primal element, the Ionian forests thrived.

Her ears perked, and swiveled as she took in the sounds of the Ionian forest--creaking trees, snapping branches, phut nuts, the sound of leaves crackling under the feet of the wildlife below, the rustling foliage of another predator in wait--nothing at all unusual. Yet, the vixen could not help but note something was wrong. The wildlife seemed to be scattering, animals retreating to their foliage or homes. There was a more distinctive sound of leaves crackling underfoot, and those feet were much too heavy, much too large, to be animal-made.

Immediately, she shifted from her position, giving her a better view of the entrance to the small clearing she had been watching over. And--no, that's not right. The large, red, loping figure entering the clearing--what purpose would he have in Ionia? She leaped down from her perch in her tree, ever-nimble and graceful, standing before the Darkin Blade himself: though, cautious as she is, she remains out of his reach.

Frowning, she hesitates a moment, before she speaks, ever-cautious of the placement of her words. "Aatrox, you are an unusual sight. What purpose do you have in my forests?"

[charmingahri]

{아리} Her physiology was impeccable; a creature of true beauty, the embodiment of grace and mortal's sinful desires, no matter your predilections. Not a single flaw in her exterior, not a strand of black hair out of place nor nick or deformity sullyingher porcelain skin. Her amber eyes were hypnotic, in how they narrowed sensuously, her voluptuous lips parting slightly to reveal fanged canines and to articulate words that were spoken in a matter that seemed deliberate and considered, yet, not in the slightest slow or hurried.

"Don't you trust me?"

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