@the-first-to-fall sent: Aatrox was taken aback from this unbelievably beautiful Vastayah. So much so he lift his arm as if shielding himself from her beauty. ""You... Are not real." He muttered decisively.
Her heart was beating in a pace that almost made her nauseous.
The very being of mythology, the monster that found solace within Ionia’s nightmares told to both children and adults, stood before her. Beings as him were known for their malicious intent and bloodlust, and thus she chose to tread carefully.
His words and a gesture confused Ahri, and she found herself at the loss of words and thoughts.
“I am very real,” she finally managed to gather herself and respond to his peculiar accusation. “Just as real as you stand before me, Darkin. I am called Ahri.”
