while elderwood ahri contains all the same ethereal , almost unreal qualities of beauty that canon ahri does , all of the main traits you’ve come to know her for are different . she is not a vastaya modeled after kumiho , where her fox like attributes reigned ; she is a woodland nymph modeled after kumiho .
one of the first difference you may note are her ears---or rather , the lack of them . she does not have fox ears , nor human ears . only two pointed , onyx horns atop her head . they curve somewhat and are distinctly ridged , and very sharp . ( keep your fingers to yourself , please ) . the tips are also a light peach hue . ahri is able to hear via these horns . with them , she has enhanced hearing and spatial recognition . vibrations bounce off them at all angles ; meaning she can hear you coming no matter where you are . these horns , however , are quite sensitive to many sounds at once---this is one reason why she avoids cities and prefers the tranquility of the forests so . her horns are always polished , and dotted with flowers . two large , pale purple flowers rest at the base of them .
ahri’s hair is distinctly magenta . it reaches her mid thighs , fully down . she oft braids it into a singular , thick braid to lop over her shoulder , as some form of taming . it’s really quite thick and wavy on it’s own , and can easily over-come her small features . it tends to catch pine needles and leaves and the like as she traverses the woodlands . her fringe is side swept , just touching her brows .
another thing of note are her facial markings . they’re . . . not there . at least , until she conjures some form of magic . when she does , suddenly pale seafoam green markings that resemble vines and leaves stretching up her body , and the signature whiskers ‘pon her cheeks , light up , as if they were conduits of her power . if you look at them closely , the light within appears to subtlety ebb and flow and glitter , as if you were looking into a window .
her visage totes the characteristics you would expect from her . keen , fox like golden eyes that shimmer in the sunlight and shift to a vibrant , glowing seafoam green hue when she’s casting , just like her markings . shades of pink and red and purple are brushed along her eyelids . her nose is pointed , dusted with a rosy hue . soft freckles pepper it and spread along her cheek bones and dot the rest of her face tenderly . her lips are soft , full and brushed with color as well . as always , ahri is very particular about her appearance .
ahri’s figure is still as lithe and nimble as always , as well . it’s perfectly fit enough to bounce and skip and step through the woods with perfect ease . she moves with a peculiar grace , and in fact , seems to disappear before your very eyes sometimes with her speed and light footedness . her finger nails , on a side note , are long and pointed , and coated with a magenta shade .
the signature tails that ahri struts about so proudly with ; yes , those are quite different , too . they seem almost . . . not there . not literally , like her markings , no . but dream like , shimmers of light in the distinct shape of nine fluffy tails . they’re almost transparent , and anything you gaze upon through them shimmers and appears distorted , ebbing . her tails catch hues of pink and blue and purple and silver . anywhere she goes , they seem to sparkle with tiny fairy lights . if you were to touch them , despite their appearance , they would certainly feel real ; like the softest of furs you’ve ever conceived . but that’s assuming she lets you get that far .
ahri’s attire consists of her usual barely - there slips and robes , when she feels like wearing those particular articles . though her signature outfit consists of something that appears to be handmade , using gifts from the forest . a skirt hemmed with vines ; the fabric is overtly large , pink flower petals over laying each other . somehow , it’s soft as a petal but refuses to snap or wilt or tear . two similar petals scarcely cover her breasts , with vines holding them in place and wrapping around her chest . the vines are dotted with little pink flowers themselves . long leaves in blue-ish green and purple - pink hues encompass her forearms , like little sleeves ; as well as wrapping around her ankles . pink petals stretch out from her upper arms , like a bird’s feathers . they cannot be plucked , and in fact , seem to be a part of her---you’ll find these same petals layering along her outer thighs like scales , too . if you saw her , you’d truly believe she was a spirit born of the forest---which she most certainly is .