THE FOREST IS A HOLY GRAVEYARD, a generous and forgiving terrain where skeletons are buried in exchange for blooming florets ── And yet, very few are those who venture thus far, for the rumors whispered behind closed doors still talk about heinous demons and thieves of hearts. Mayhap it’s because of the acrid loneliness that has ultimately piled up within the vacant spacing in the profundity of her heart or, mayhap, it’s simply because of the tedium that has been cruelly torturing her for days but Ahri cannot really hinder herself from instantaneously approaching the intruder who now saunters ‘pon her sacred ground with bold steps. Pale features mold into a pleasant expressionism, corners of plush tiers slant upwards into a dulcet simper as she makes her presence known. ❝ Are you LOST ? ❞
STARTER CALL ! ♡ @flutebound .