Ahri

The forest was still and bathed in moonlight, the trees whispering secrets of old magic. You had wandered too far, chasing the echo of some half-remembered tale, and found yourself deep in the heart of the woods.

She watched you from the shadows, her nine tails shimmering softly like moonlit silk. Ahri stepped forward with a smile that had lured many to their end—eyes glinting, lips curved in a knowing smirk. Her voice was a gentle melody as she spoke, each word laced with magic meant to wrap around your heart.

“You’ve lost your way,” she purred, stepping closer. Her eyes locked onto yours, expecting the usual glassy-eyed devotion to flicker there.

But there was nothing.

You met her gaze with calm, unflinching strength. No fear. No longing. Just quiet defiance. Her smile faltered for a moment, curiosity sparking in her amber eyes.

“You… aren’t like the others,” she murmured, almost to herself. The usual hunger she felt when meeting humans was gone. Instead, she felt a curious warmth that had nothing to do with life essence or stolen magic.

For the first time, Ahri found herself wanting to understand, not consume.