she’s batting her lashes at 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫; she evidently desires something from them.

a brow quirked. she anticipated to hear more, to hear 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞——the reasoning, at least. “most yearn for similar,” she began, slowly turning her body, “for various reasons than… to &&.

so, there 𝐢𝐬 a personal preference. how intriguing. “with how we are, it can’t be helped,” her shoulders shrugged. “hunt or be hunted… or 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞.” fortunately, she was able to &&.

⠀

the vulpine mindlessly hummed & nodded at his introduction whilst examining her claws. “𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐢, if you even care.” she frolicked around him. “what’s the ‘king of curses’ doing here anyway?”

“titty tuesday”? nonsense. today is tear of the goddess tuesday. receive + 240 mana & use it to upgrade to an archangel’s staff.

she’s currently soaking in a nearby lake to cleanse the blood from her recent disordered feast.

she emitted a mundane hum in response to his amends. her head turned to glance over her shoulder. “speak.” it wasn’t a suggestion, nor was it a demand——something in the mere &&.

“no, no…” ahri hoisted her hand to wave in a dismissive manner to his concern. “you don’t have to worry; i’m just a filthy fox,” she snickered. adorable. truly adorable. after &&.

“i 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 to,” she purred, leaning further into her contact before gradually retreating. “i have manners, you see——sometimes, at least.”

She's such a brat. ( 🙄 )

…go into the shrine & never come out again.

yes. is it working? ♪

>:(

...fine. she’ll stay where she is with an exaggerated frown on her face.

don’t be mean.

hi. she’s treading after him.

ahri tapped her chin & hummed, pondering. “…a pile of leaves——or a haystack——is better than this.”

“& what’s the use of sleeping on a creaky bench like this?” she poked at the appliance with her index. “surely, it can’t be so comfortable… my back aches for you.”

“do i have to?” she simulated a rather pathetic whine. seconds later, she leapt towards the lounging individual, crouching beside as her gaze remained fix upon them.

she’s watching her rest… menacingly (with a sort of ( ◉ ⩊ ◉ ) expression).

ahri’s eyes narrowed at his final declaration. “so, you’re a 𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 of some sort,” she murmured under her breath. “that would explain everything——well, most things.” her arms stretched &&.

an eyebrow quirked & she erupted into laughter. “’in a different way’? you don’t mean——” she shook her head. “i was going to ask you about yourself to get a 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 for &&.

the vulpine fell silent. it wasn’t that she was disappointed, no. she’s seen far too many who shared a similar nature to him. on one hand, it was somewhat perky; on the &&.

“mm… is that so?” her lips pursed to trill a low tune. there was that glint in her eyes; one that hinted interest, but trouble. “that sounds like a threat. i’ve heard &&.

she could tell. “you know… the easiest method of improving is to continue doing it.” her hands clasped in a pleading semblance. “& if you don’t mind, i could be of assistance.”

oh? how ominous… & yet, it was also much so tempting. she was certainly intrigued. “which one do you plan to be with someone… like 𝐦𝐞?” her lashes batted at him. how callow.

you could always take a walk; stop to smell the flowers or something along the lines of that… or 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. she crooned at the statement, slowly nodding her head alongside. “how admirable of you to offer to aid someone else’s heartache when you are struggling yourself. someone could &&.

“you don’t even know the name of this 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 & you’re already making moves.” regardless, she chose to dip the upper half of her body, bowing to the noble consort. &&.

ahri’s nose scrunched. this one truly 𝐰𝐚𝐬 adorable with his own kind of charm that she couldn’t quite put a claw on. if he were this sweet on the outside, she wondered &&.

the comfort of waking in nature's embrace. nostalgia coursed through her veins like a drug, forcing to yearn to return to the tribe that was long gone, to return to the &&.

▎ my two main inspirations for my portrayal of ahri (just for people to have a general idea): jennifer from “jennifer's body” & nikki from “obsession,” two movies about a woman's…

“queen of vampires,” she echoed after her in a murmur. she tilted her head & hummed. “how compelling. shall i be bowing to you then?”

“huh. you 𝐝𝐨 have a point.” who knew that even her dual would be as apt——more, even——as her? that actually leads her to her next query. “how… have you been surviving?” she &&.

“you’re worrying too much. unless you’re here to slay me for god knows what, it’s not easy to leave a negative impression to me. but…” she leaned forward. “…am 𝐢 leaving one?”

“well, i 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝…” the final word dragged from her tongue like a string while her gaze wandered; anyone would deem the mannerism as suspicious. “…someday. not today, my love.” she &&.

“oh, please…” her hand moved to & fro as if to dismiss his sweet nothings. yet, her giggling would seem to say otherwise, encouraging him on the other hand. “tell &&.

“𝐨𝐝𝐝? don't be foolish——it looks great & it suits you!” ahri hummed & pondered out loud, “i wonder how that color would look on 𝐦𝐞 though…”

“we'll just have to see then… right, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞?”

“…is that your natural hair color?” she cursed herself for the inability to develop a more interesting query.

“new friends… & foes. which one are you looking to be, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫?”

“perhaps we have different taste buds. judging from your appearance, you seem to be a 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, after all.” she knew one of them; he was always so… theatrical.

“mm, you think so?” her thumb swiped at her skin. “i thought that it was pretty bitter… it actually sort of spoiled my appetite.”

thennn… find something 𝐟𝐮𝐧 to do. ♪