Riven walked along the dirt road through an Ionian forest. It was a nice day with birds singing their songs, small woodland creatures prancing and playing, a soft breeze playing with the trees and the wander’s short white hair as well as her tattered short cape that her massive shattered blade was sheathed on.
It was funny… in this area it was almost as if the war never happened. As if all the tragedy and needless slaughter was just… no. It wasn’t. As much as Riven wished for it all to be just a bad dream, it happened. All those under her command had trusted her with their lives… A red robin landed on her shoulder curious about her as she sighed, looking over at bird with a confused look.
"What do you want?" She asked the avian newcomer.
The bird stared for a moment before before chirping, hopping around a bit going atop her head then to the other shoulder and chirping again. What was it trying to tell her? Was it trying to tell her anything. Then at some point she came to conclusion it was pointless trying to talk to the bird, picking the bird from her shoulder and setting it down on a log, where it looked up at her expectantly.
"Uhh… stay there." She told it, beginning to walk away, making it ten steps before the red robin was on her shoulder once again chirping away, earning a facepalm from Riven who arched an eyebrow before setting it back down on the same log, making it fifteen steps this time before the bird was on her shoulder once again, making her stop again and ask,
"Will you stop? It isn’t a good idea to follow me."
Once again, the bird ignored her warning and proceeded to hop on her head and sit there. Sighing the wanderer continued on her way hoping the small harmless creature would just go away on her own…
The Kumiho meandered through the woods, every step crunching the dead leaves beneath her into brittle pieces as she walked by. This forest, bordering the relatively peaceful city-state of Ionia, was her home. She was born here, grew up here, lived here, and most importantly of all, hunted here. It was easy to lure unsuspecting men (and the occasional woman) into the dark of the trees, seducing them before viciously attacking them. Sometimes humans simply wandered in on their own--no work needed.
Except food had become slim.
"What an inconvenience," Ahri muttered. "Did the Blades' Will put up warning signs or something? There hasn't been a single damn human in this forest for days and I swear to Daebyeol if I have to go another night hungry--"
She could smell it. She could smell the scent of human skin, the tantalizing odor of manspawn. Her tails wiggled with excitement, legs tensed and ready to Spirit Rush to catch her prey. She would spare no time seducing this one, her hunger was too great. Ahri needed to eat.
However, the scent was peculiar. It did not hold the familiar tea-and-bamboo smell of Ionians. In fact, it was the opposite. The scent was reminiscent with noxious gas, blood, and rusty iron. Faint, but there. A Noxian? In these woods? Curious, Ahri quickly moves towards the source, feet light as she caught sight of a human a few bushes away...a familiar human.
"Oh. It's you." The Kumiho grumbled out, slowly approaching the former Noxian soldier. It was Riven, a champion from the League. Being a champion from the Institute of War meant Ahri couldn't eat her. Disappointing.
"Found a new friend, have you?" she hissed, looking up at the avian perched in the woman's white hair. "Didn't think you were one for birds."
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