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alternate universe verseahri is the envoy of an outer god , known amidst her worshippers as the raving bride of the wilds. once a human herbalist with a deep love for fauna and flora, she now enforces the laws of the all - mother: by stealing the souls of her preys, she interrupts their reincarnation cycle in order to re - purpose them and thus feed them to the wilds, where they may ultimately sprout as either sentient trees or monstrous beasts. accompanied by a cult of violent and zealous worshippers, she stealthily opposes the schemes of the golden order by planting the seed of the all - mother's influence across the world. SEE THIS LINK FOR IN - DEPTH INFO

alternate universe verseA beautiful woman hailing from United Korea, Ahri left her homeland when she was naught but a teenager in pursuance of escaping from a destiny as eerily grim as the unforgiving concrete beneath her feet. Only once she arrived in Night City, did she manage to build a life that was worthy of being called such: after being taken under the wing of a notorious fixer known as The Artist, Ahri was schooled not only in the arts of massacre and murder but she was also placed on a path paved in gold. Due to her natural talent as a singer and performer, she began rising to fame thanks to her beauty and bizarre stage persona, donning not only masks in the shape of a fox - head but also nine beautiful, luminescent tails.After the fixer's death, Ahri has inherited his clients and now lives her life between the limelights of fame and the underground world where she can satiate her thirst for blood. SEE THIS LINK FOR IN - DEPTH INFO

alternate universe verseA woman with neither past nor future, she is part of an ancient lineage of servants and gisaengs. Even in the current day, with naught but few houses still working in the business of entertainment, that’s where she has grown up and that’s where she will die. Adopted at birth, she has spent the entirety of her life learning how to save those who hold powers in the palm of their hands, begging for a crumble of love, hoping to one day break free from this hell embellished by fine china porcelain and hanboks sewn with the most exquisite of silk.But what happens when the doll becomes a monster, a half-monster? After the beginning of the Monster Apocalypse, Ahri was amidst those who were infected by the curse of desire. However, her subconscious was not easily conquered ... Even if her desire for revenge and freedom was indeed powerful, she had not gained enough sense of self to be entirely overwhelmed by The Entity. With The Entity taking residence in the depth of her mind, Ahri understood that this was her one and only chance to be more than a fragile little woman: this was her one and only chance to have others beg at her feet. And thus, with a subconscious much too twisted to be wholly dominated, Ahri is slowly learning how to control her monstrous self, her freshly birthed desires. SEE THIS LINK FOR IN - DEPTH INFO

alternate universe verseA young herbalist with neither glory nor heirlooms to embellish her name, Ahri came from a far away land in which the ancient temples still stood and the ghosts of yesterdays still haunted the hearts of their beloved ones. It is in the Village that she ultimately settled, in an attempt at escaping from the demons of her past: she build her own little flower shop and offered her services as a skilled herbalist and florist ... But it was here, in the village, that she ultimately met her demise.Girlhood sacrificed in the name of beasthood, Ahri unwillingly became a test subject for the creation of a vessel for Eva. Although she was ultimately deemed unfit for the role, the cadou parasite had twisted her not only physically but mentally as well: long since suffocated animalistic instincts had been re - awakened within her brain, turning her into a violent and ravenous beast that lusted for human flesh. It took her weeks of complete isolation to regain some semblance of tranquility, some semblance of self - control... but nothing would have ever been the same again.Her flower shop was forcefully closed and burnt down and she hastily and begrudgingly moved her residence even further into the obscure embrace of the infected woods, thus separating herself almost entirely from the rest of the community. Many believe that she is naught but a legend, a myth carried by the winds ... But the nine tailed beast is real and merely waits for the night of the hunt. SEE THIS LINK FOR IN - DEPTH INFO

alternate universe versethis verse is currently under co !An ancient spirit of nature, ahri is the offspring of yavanna, the queen of the earth. she was initially naught but a dream of the wilds, who was then woven into a mellifluous song and given physical form in the mortal lands so that she could aid the ents to protect the natural world ( and its inhabitants ) that yavanna had created. while she is indeed closely related to the shepherds of the trees, ahri's role was meant to be much more active and prone to violence: the ents would guard and protect, and ahri would be their knife in times of need.she is ancient, caught between history and myth, has populated the songs and rhymes of countless poets and bards and the works of art of countless artists due to her ethereal ( albeit uncanny ) beauty. she is known as the wild - mother for her visceral relationship with the beasts and flowers of the woodland that she has long claimed as her own abode ; the nymph of the woods ; the nine - tailed fox and the trickster ; nature's bride and yavanna's dream.ahri is tremendously morally gray, and will purposely lead a traveler off the safe path just to play with them. she has quite a close relationship with radagast and he is probably the only one who is capable of momentarily quietening her desire for mischief, whenever her powers is needed to salvage the frailty of the natural world.She sings to the flowers at dawn to awaken them and then sings again at sunset to put them to sleep.

alternate universe verseAhri descends from an ancient lineage of protectors and guardians of nature, whose name has by now been forgotten by most: tales that concern these reclusive clans can still be found in the oldest Wutaian texts, where they are depicted as benevolent yet prone to violence in those cases in which their territories were threatened by the presence of outsiders. Attuned to the magic of the natural world and to its inhabitants, they were capable of forging strong bonds with the flora and the fauna around them: it is said that they were even capable of communicating with animals and plants and those who had managed to nurture a particularly powerful bond with either beasts or blossoms could even learn how to shape - shift into them.As it may be easy to infer, Ahri knows nothing about her origins. An orphan of the war, she was adopted by a wealthy family in midgar who had fallen for her peculiar beauty. obviously, her origins were never touched 'pon by her parents and her family did the utmost in order to keep them not only hidden, but to ensure that she would never ask improper and uncomfortable questions. And thus, Ahri grew up underneath the limelights. a musical child prodigy, she stood onto the stage of the theatre when she was merely 4 years old to sing her very first song ; ever since that moment, her path towards stardom was one crafted by her own parents, it mattered not how steep and dangerous it was for the psyche of the child.And this is how she has lived for the majority of her tedious life: singing, dancing, acting, pleasing her fans ... foolishly believing that there was nothing in the world beyond the gargantuan doors of the beautiful theatre in which the majority of her life took place. **Until the day she received a mysterious envelope: ** within it, someone had inserted pages torn out of books and hand - written notes about the mythical clans that had once lived in the nation of wutai and whose main mission had been that of protecting the world from the greed and cruelty of men.Feeling the golden bars of her cage tightening around her, Ahri has grown very restless and unhappy with her life and wishes to know more about who she truly is, about who she is meant to be or become. albeit in secret, she has started to practice those same abilities described in the various letters she has received ... As of current, she can't communicate with plants and animals just yet, but she has begun seeing peculiar reactions from both whenever she tries to approach them. It's a start, no ? SEE THIS LINK FOR MORE INFO

alternate universe verseOne of the very few gisaeng artists still performing in the private houses of South Korea, Ahri had lived a poignant life made of servitude and arts. Freedom was naught but a foreign concept, a pretty word found in pretty poems, for this secluded kingdom of dances and traditions was where she had been born and where she would have most likely died. Ever since she was but a child, performing had always been everything that mattered to her: motivated by the flames of puerile passion, she always did her best to succeed in her tasks and learn as much as she could so that those around her could be proud, so that she could receive some semblance of love ( no matter how fake it was ) .In the end, after many years of struggles and failures, she managed to become famous for her portrayal of a gumiho. this recital, inspired by almost forgotten tales of yore about the Korean nine tailed fox, succeeded in attracting people from all over the world and Ahri’s name became known and whispered by lovesick, hungry tongue: everyone wanted to see the beautiful girl capable of sewing together girlhood and beasthood.But there was nothing healthy about the promises that she whispered to her clients and one day, a client, rendered mad by desire and jealousy, stabbed her over and over again... Before her consciousness could be lost in the cold embrace of death, a thick fog surrounded her, beckoning her forward and Ahri naively complied. When she woke up, her body had changed — the Entity had gifted her with the same attributes of the legendary creature that she had masqueraded as for so long. It was only then that Ahri heard the voice of the Entity within her mind: it is time to stop being a prey, it is time to become a predator.

alternate universe verseahri is a fey eladrin, an ancient druid who hails from the feywild and who has settled on the material plane a few decades before the current events. here, she has taken claim of a luscious forest whose safety was being threatened by the greed and dirty hands of the nearby human settlements: before long, rumors of an ancient and unforgiving creature lurking in the depths of the grove were hastily spread from mouth to mouth, thus saving the trees and its inhabitants from the cruel exploitation of their precious resources. ahri's fey magic seeped into the very soil and into the very fabric of the land, infusing it with its essence and transforming what used to be naught but a simple forest into a place of unrestrained and awe-inspiring natural beauty. a blurry mirror to the mystical land in which she had lived for the entirety of her elongated life, the 'lavender woods' eventually became her beloved home.countless are the legends and poems and even pieces of art that depict the mistress of the lavender woods. due to her ability to freely shape - shift, the figure of the fox has always been associated to her: it is in this form that she communicates with the ones who come to seek her aid and favor, it is also in this form that she hunts those who trespass on her territory with ill intentions festering within their hearts. most pieces are, however, dedicated to her beauty: a beauty that changes with the four seasons, a beauty that is at times as warm and brazen as midsummer, a beauty that is at times as cold and unforgiving as midwinter.ahri is a chaotic neutral creature, selfish mayhap, but terribly lovely and whose main interest is that of protecting her forest and the creatures who inhabit it. unwilling to get directly involved with the rest of the world, she rarely travels ; the only times you might meet her outside of her abode is when she searches for new ingredients for her potions and poisons, when she needs to purchase new crafts to replace her old and weathered down tools or when she is in search of seeds and bulbs to plant in her flourishing gardens and orchards. a master botanist, nature loves her as much as she loves it back, there are thus no secrets that she does not know of. in those cases in which she might need money for any reason, she visits the nearby towns and cities to sell the countless products of her fields, alongside potions and poisons, perfumes and ointments, home - made decorations and hand - crafted jewels.

alternate universe verse - this verse can be loosely applied to other persona titles as well .ahri is the imperfect reincarnation of the famed nine tailed fox / wild - mother , a mythological being that was once believed to inhabit an ancient woodland blessed by mother - nature herself.found within a cradle of lavenders and primroses and monstera leaves when she was but a baby, she went through an almost endless cycle of adoptions and rejections ; the child was beautiful on the outside, but within her heart there was something wild and uncanny, a warmth that was as all - devouring as the fiercest of wild - fires. this, paired with the fact that she was continuously surrounded by stray animals and by the leaves and roots of plants that seemed to grow unnaturally fast when around her, was enough to convince all her foster families to eventually give up on her and thus bring her back to the orphanage.not once, did the child cry over this. although her heart would never cease to swell in front of animals and plants, she felt no sort of kinship towards those around her: it is unnatural, the people inside of the orphanage continued to say whilst looking at the way stray dogs would lick her face, there is something undoubtedly wrong with her.by the age of eleven, no more requests were made to adopt her. her love for nature was nurtured throughout the following years, making her excel at school and painting in her mind the image of a future where this visceral love would have been a source of joy, rather than of scorn. by the age of seventeen, the continuous mistreatment of her peers inside of the orphanage had become so severe that even those abilities that had once merely aided her flowers to bloom, had now become dangerous for those around her ( ... ) on the night a young man was eaten alive by a pack of wild foxes for having hurt her, ahri ran away and never looked back.after some months spent wandering around with neither goal nor destination in mind, ahri eventually settled in a small town ( the setting will depend on the persona game where the thread will take place ) where she was warmly welcomed by her neighbors and even generously offered a job in the local flower shop. the trajectory of her life feels unsure, and her soul grows restless still ( ... ) although she has no coherent explanation for it, she knows that a piece of herself is missing, but she knows not how to fix this or where the get the help that she so obviously needs. the wild forest outside of the town calls her name ▬▬ but what can she do, when it speaks in a tongue that she is not familiar with ? SEE THIS LINK FOR MORE INFO

alternate universe verseAhri descends from the family that became famous in the korean folk tales for having had a nine tailed fox daughter. In truth, it wasn’t a real gumiho: the daughter had simply been cursed by the selfish desires of her parents. The cursed daughter eventually killed her own parents and was only stopped once her brothers asked for the help of a sorcerer who managed to seal the curse away. However, the curse could be neither exorcised nor dispelled: from then onwards, every four daughters birthed within the family, the fourth one would be born carrying the same curse .Ahri was the fourth girl of this generation to be born, so she was born cursed. While most of her cursed predecessors were successfully kept from causing harm to others thanks to both talismans and enchanted chains and to their own desire to be good, Ahri grew up into a child who liked her curse more than she liked her family. Eventually, she wholly embraced the feelings and the will of the vulpine curse and repeated the same crime that the original cursed daughter had committed: she killed the entire household before escaping to Japan.As of current, She’s a morally gray curse user who uses the money earned through questionable means to maintain her lil’flower shop. A part of her abilities is that of controlling wild foxes by infusing them with her own cursed energy, so she is always surrounded by three loyal foxes. The vulpine curse within her affects most aspects of her life, from her physique and physical abilities to the fact that she eats much more than a single person with such a petite stature would normally do. SEE THIS LINK FOR in - depth INFO

alternate universe versethis verse is still under co! but if you'd like to read some of my ramblings to get a general idea, please SEE THIS LINK FOR in - depth INFO :)

alternate universe verseplease do notice that this verse is still under co! :(a spirit of nature who has decided to take on a physical mortal form just because she was bored of her uneventful existence in the spirit realm. due to the fact that her magic manifests with phantom flames, she has settled somewhere in the fire nation and has claimed a whole forest as her own ; the forest is now a magical place, nurtured by her own essence and made sentient by her lingering presence. there are definitely myths and tales and poems about her !! but few are the travellers who have entered her forest without her invitation and who have then managed to get out alive, ehehe. i think she might have a deal with the fire lord, tho ? he sends her all those soldiers who might have lived terrible moments during the war or their battles and she devours part of their souls so that they will not be weighted down by their sentiments. he earns soldiers that aren’t burdened by past experiences and she earns a full tummy, which is pretty wonderful !!pretty pretty fox who eats anyone who wrongs her and whose myth is worshipped by the towns and villages located the closest to her forest.

alternate universe verseA beautiful woman hailing from United Korea, Ahri left her homeland when she was naught but a teenager in pursuance of escaping from a destiny as eerily grim as the unforgiving concrete beneath her feet. Desperate at the mere idea that her parents could sell her off to pay their debts, she clang onto the naïve prospect of a brighter future and began traveling from land to land in search of her little place in the world. She thus became a thief, a mercenary, a killer for hire... She became everything that others wanted her to be. It did not take long before abuse and violence became ever - constant presences in her life, forcing her to shed off the skin of a naïve girl with big dreams and aiding her in becoming someone who was willing to do anything in pursuance of achieving her personal goals.It took many years, before her twisted path led her to Night City. It was easy to get little jobs here, much easier than it was out there in the wilds, but the money that she would earn with either her skills or her body was never enough to let her afford a place that she could call home. Countless nights were spent outside, sleeping amidst dirt and despair, amidst those that would try to push a knife into her throat when she least expected it.It was by a sudden turn of fortune, that she encountered a fixer by the name of “artist”. Even though he claimed to have taken pity on her lamentable conditions, it was clear that the older man had grown infatuated with her and her beauty. He took her away from the streets, gave her a beautiful room in his own luxurious apartment and dedicatedly trained her in the delicate arts of murder and manipulation that had allowed him to earn a wealthy fortune. Her scarred arms were replaced with mantis blades and her chances at surviving were enhanced thanks to the gift of a dynalar sandevistan, alongside other cyberware and body implants that made her life much easier, albeit much more mechanical.But killing for him and with him was not enough. This is why, after listening to her sing for the first time, he eventually decided to turn her into a musical sensation: he deftly crafted a new identity for her, bought expensive cyberware that recalled the features of the nine tailed fox and did everything he could to promote her career as a singer. Ahri’s beauty, alongside her innate talent, easily caught the love and attention of the wide public and in a matter of mere months, there wasn’t a single citizen in Night City that did not know her songs by heart.By the fixer’s side, Ahri built herself a grand reputation in Night City. The luxuries that had always escaped from her grasp were now right in front of her and the woman became more and more hungry for everything that this new world had to offer: pushing values and morals to the side, she dedicated herself to enjoying life to the fullest. But the artist was not pleased with this... Ahri was his, Ahri was his creation, Ahri was his to build and destroy and mold as he wished to. The shackles of love tightly tied around her throat soon became suffocating and on the very day in which he confessed his love to her, Ahri took his life. In the end, she killed him with the same mantis blades that he had gifted her years prior and then claiming everything that had once belonged to him, including his clients.As of now, Ahri lives a dangerous life of luxury and crimes. To her clients, she is known as “vixen” and her mark is a fox with nine tails: a remnant of her origins, an ode to the nine tailed fox who would eat the hearts and livers of her preys. A part of her has become addicted to cyberware and body implants, which is why she tends to buy the newest upgrades and the newest versions as soon as they are available. Malicious and treacherous, she has learnt to be loyal only to herself. Due to the high amount of body modifications, Ahri has become partially dependent on ‘dorph.

alternate universe verse[ ... ] a great tree grows within it, spreading a canopy of burgundy leaves where the roof once was. inside, the grass sparkles with shards from the old heliograph mirror that once stood atop the tower. blankets of moss have been laid over the fallen masonry that serves as the tables, where the heartwood court holds its feast. silent men and women serve ivy-haired dryads and stag-headed fauns. the servants move dreamily. their eyes are grown over with moss, and flowers bloom from their skin....in the ancient heart of the tirashan forest, where the towering trees are as old as the world itself, a child was born. only daughter to a beautiful ivy - haired dryad and an unnamed father of unknown origins, the child was a flower in her own right: beautiful and ethereal, with silken hair as soft as rose petals and crystalline tears that smelled like morning dew, beneath the stars - freckled pallor of her skin she wholly embodied the beauty ( and the terrors ) of the wildest nature. however, the tirashan forest was a place of primordial appetites, where feasts were abound and the hunger of its inhabitants never waned: here mortals and spirits would mingle together, intertwining their souls and destinies, until the rest of the world became naught but an ephemeral and elusive thought.it is not surprising, that countless bards and poets eventually began to sing praise of the heartwood court, where bygone creatures blessed by nature itself would indulge in their most primal appetites and where the beauty of their mythical existences was tightly interwoven to the unspeakable horrors of it.the girl, whose real name was a thing of the most ancient magic and could thus not be pronounced by unworthy outsiders, grew up into a powerful mage blessed with shape - shifting abilities and a visceral connection to the nature all around her. both a talented herbalist and a treacherous potioneer, her hunger compelled her to dream of yet undiscovered lands and unfamiliar skies: albeit pleasant and comfortable, her identity as the guardian ( both deadly dagger and unfaltering shield ) of the fabled applewoods had become tedious and no longer, could the very rare encounters with curious travelers and lost knights satisfy her desire for a fuller life. the sylvans around her, however, had not quitened their warnings towards such a reckless choice: she was a flower planted in the soil of the tirashan forest, a place of undying magic and fables where the soul of one was deeply entwined with the souls of all others, which meant that if she were to ever cut off her roots and thus sever her visceral connection with the ancient trees whose vine - like veins beat in harmonious rhythm with the heart of the world itself, she would have also lost a part of herself, of her true identity.ahri was a daughter of the tirashan forest and thus, she was cursed to be perpetually hungry. uncaring for the consequences, she left the applewoods and began to travel across orlais, offering her services as a talented herbalist. however, the more time she spent outside of the forest, the more her body changed: no longer, would little flowers bloom across the length of her hair and upon the freckled expanse of her skin, no longer would wild nature come to yield itself in love - sick worship, no longer was she considered a daughter of the tirashan forest [ ... ] the wreath of flowers above her head withered and eventually, all that was left of her former identity were a pair of bright golden eyes and a bone - deep proclivity towards natural magic.at one point, her curiosity was replaced by something grim and melancholic. the world that she had dreamt of whilst comfortably cradled in the embrace of gargantuan roots and lulled by the tousling of leaves above her head did not exist: this world was a tremendous place hewn out of violence and injustice, where the weak was forever destined to wither beneath the strength of the powerful. albeit wholly dissatisfied and disillusioned, she was much too proud to return to her homeland and thus admit her foolishness ; instead, she settled within the emerald graves, where she crowned herself with the name "ahri" and where the legend of a nature - kissed herbalist was eventually born. here, amidst ancient elven graves and flourishing trees, she built her home: a wooden cottage surrounded by flower fields and orchards, a sacred ground where all wild beasts and lingering spirits could find a place where to stay.this tranquil life was interrupted when the freemen of the dales began to target her in a desperate attempt at earning her unwilling favor. although the apostate mage was in fact more than capable of defending herself and had oftentimes raided their camps to frighten them, the two sides ended up in a stall: neither was willing to surrender and bend the knee, which threw the emerald graves in a state of belligerent chaos. this warfare lasted until ahri was eventually found by leliana's spies and was invited to join the inquisition: the promise of a roof and companionship in exchange for her abilities and knowledge. the daughter of the woods did not harbor any chivalrous ideal, nor was she interested in fighting for the sake another ( for she was as wild and selfish as only the most ancient nature could ever be ) , but the prospect of becoming part of something much greater indeed possessed a great allure that enkindled once more that initial desire that had led her so far away from the tirashan forest: ahri accepted leliana's proposal and moved to skyhold.mistaken as a simple human due to the withering of her most inhumane attributes and features, she began working as a mage for the forces of the inquisition, actively participating in all those missions and quests where a profound knowledge of the wild world was required to succeed. whenever she was not outside of the fortress, ahri would dedicate her free time to tending to the castle's gardens and fields, collecting new seeds from her expeditions and teaching those less knowledgeable about nature all the intimate secrets that the trees and the flowers had whispered in her ears during her time in the tirashan forest. although she never ceased to miss the applewoods and the feeling of its ancient magic coursing through her veins, the life in the fortress was not that terrible ... for a time, at least.by the end of the events portrayed in inquisition, ahri had grown restless in her own skin. the call of the tirashan forest became a siren's lull, perpetually reminding her of who she was meant to be: not a single night went by, without her dreaming of that mythical home that she had selfishly abandoned so many years before. vulnerable to the allure of the tirashan forest and mentally exhausted after all those battles that she had made experience of, ahri surrendered herself to those primordial appetites that she had suffocated and quietened for far too long. after all, why would she hide her true self ? not once, had she felt a true sense of companionship ... not once, had she felt anything that wasn't a sense of burdensome and unbearable alienation when it came to those around her.ravenous for power and desperate to find those fragments of her identity that she had foolishly abandoned, she began hunting down the sylvans that had found a home in the forests scattered across the land. with each feast, she became more powerful and much closer to that nature - blessed nymph that she had once been, whilst also losing more and more of her recently earned humanity: her soul was torn asunder in jagged smithereens, lacerated by wounds that would never heal and haunted by the malicious spirits that she had devoured and thus made part of herself. carnage after carnage, ahri finally became who she was always meant to be [ ... ] a nymph embodying the beauty and horrors of nature itself, once more embellished by flowers that now bloomed across her hair and down her skin, a creature that could no longer be mistaken for a simple human. her fragmented humanity ? it now hangs on a frail thread, tarnished by the mark of her real identity, but ahri has not forgotten all the years that she has spent far away from the overwhelming influence of the tirashan forest and still deeply treasures all those who have offered her kindness and warmth, the promise of belonging to more than leaves and thorns.

alternate universe verseMany were the seeds planted by Yoba. Some were planted in the snowy lands, where the luminescence of the sun was much too fickle and frail to warm the soil underneath. Some were planted in the depths of the sea, where the luminescence of the sun was naught but a far away reflection that felt neither real nor ethereal. And then, A SINGLE SEED WAS PLANTED IN A BARREN LAND, one that had yet to fully uncover the mysteries of life and death. Unfortunately, this little seed was very capricious -- She wanted neither warmth nor water, for she required something more in order to grow and flourish, something that could only be found in the most profound depths of each living being: their soul.Dawns and sunsets repeated their cycle of repose and awakening, one after the other, unrelenting and unchanging and, eventually, Yoba gave up on this small seed that had yet to fully grow. What He had not expected was, however, that the seed was indeed growing, albeit in secret and far from the prying and demanding eyes of the deity: with each death and each birth that took place in her immediate surroundings, the seed acquired more and more strength, more and more energy until, one day, A LITTLE FOX WAS BORN.Immense joy was thus elicited in the heart of the Father and pompous celebrations were dedicated to this creature who had bloomed on the very day that would have then come to be commonly known as the spring equinox.She, SPIRIT OF SPRING AND REBIRTH, thus became the protector and the guardian of Stardew Valley and, throughout the centuries, hesitated not to offer her divine services to those that she deemed worthy of her favor. Across the entire land is, in fact, not rare to encounter shrines and statues dedicated to the famed and legendary NINE TAILED FOX, alongside many tales and poetic pieces narrated by lovestruck authors and paintings created by melancholic artists: she is an ever-lingering presence, one whose roots are deep within the soil of this little part of the vast world and whose existence cannot be separated from the land in which she was born. Some villagers have holy relics inside of their houses and others carry jewels with her symbol on them: her symbol, a bleeding heart, is also one of the rarest and most treasured blooms in the whole valley.And yet, even a wild creature such as she, may eventually become tired of such a dull and predictable existence. This is why, after countless decades spent in the holy secrecy of the woods, she has decided to momentarily abandon her throne of thorns and petals in pursuance of joining the same community that she has sworn to protect ( and torture, in equal measure ) .As of current, Ahri owns a beautiful cottage on the outskirts of the woods in which she had resided for a long time: all around her humble home, flourishing flower fields are tended to by her dainty hands, alongside beehives that produce fresh honey, several fish ponds that have become the house of mystical night carps and a large coop that houses void chickens and rabbits. Everything that she produces in her little farm is afterwards sold in her FLOWER SHOP, which can be found in the nearby Pelican Town: here, she sells not only flowers and seeds, but also bouquets, pressed flowers for decorative purposes, tonics and elixirs and perfumes, potions and ointments and beauty mixtures to do one’s make up or skincare. Although none of the villagers is aware of her true identity, many have come to believe that her products carry magical properties and they are indeed correct in their assumptions: her flowers are capable of influencing one’s mood, heal basic ailments and, of course, bring joy and safety to those who find themselves in a treacherous situation.And yet, the one product that has made her famous and sought after throughout the entirety of the land and even beyond its borders is not among those previously mentioned: in fact, what she enjoys preparing and selling the most are LOVE POTIONS, personally crafted by her and made unique for each customer, as each ingredient is precisely chosen depending on the sentimental situation of the ones involved. This bizarre potion cannot be found normally inside of her shop, but it can be required for a rather generous sum of money. Does it work ? Oh, who knows.

alternate universe verseA spirit of nature, unaccustomed to the threats that incessantly lurk outside the safety of her homeland’s borders. For many years, Ahri has taken care of her forest, aiding its blossoms when it’s time to bloom and listening to the tales narrated by the most ancient of trees ; a guardian, a nurturer, a lover ⸻ the heartstring of mother nature made flesh and bones, perpetual yet ever - changing, a seedling grown into a VULPINE with flowers growing from her veins and vines sprouting from her scalp.UNTIL THE DAY HUMANS CAME. Little could be done against their unforgiving weapons, nor could Ahri fight against the flames that soon enveloped her beloved homeland in their all - devouring grasp: only ashes remained beneath her bare feet and she was forced to flee, to escape, to abandon the only reality that she had known for the unique purpose of salvaging what little was left of her now insignificant existence. Ahri travelled north, towards lands whose names she knew not and another chapter filled with naught but grief and strife began: territories covered in perpetual snow and ice welcomed her, an environment tremendously hostile and deadly for any creature who had not been wrought in ice and stone / in her veins, spring thrived and it soon withered. If the frozen land itself was not already terrific enough for her, the unavoidable presence of belligerent beasts proved to be something that she could not bear.In the end, she gave up. But a nature spirit cannot perish so easily, for even death is not in its grasp ⸻ __For as long as nature itself continues to exist, Ahri is doomed to remain on earth as well.__ But her spirit had been corrupted, her once flowering heart had been broken and shattered into countless jagged fragments. Akin to a flower, she withered. And when from the cold soil she sprouted once again, something in her had changed.REBORN INTO A BEING OF GRIEF AND RESENTMENT, Ahri was cursed by her own broken heart to mourn over the loss of her sentimental warmth on a daily basis. Swearing to herself to never allow humans to harm her beloved home ever again, she faced those who had once hunted her and ultimately crowned herself as the sole protector of the wintry forest in which she had ultimately settled. Ahri began focusing on honing her illusory abilities: whenever an intruder would step uninvited into her territory, she would appear before them in a guise to mimic the target’s appearance / a guise at times tremendously beautiful and at times grotesque, a guise meant to severely wound her prey’s sanity. These ghostly mimicries are created through the spiteful power emitted from the long fur that covers the expanse of her nine tails: the terror of her targets is thus absorbed and she draws strength from it, growing stronger and stronger with each intruder that she pushes towards madness, enhancing her own frightening illusions and embellishing the identity of her forest in whispered rumors and scary tales. Those who miraculously manage to survive an encounter with her, claim that these hallucinations are so drenched with utter malice towards every last human being in this world that the terror inflicted by the baneful fox may never truly stop haunting the survivor’s mind, eventually driving them to madness.Although she usually prefers to chase intruders away from her home through the employment of these illusions, she is not against resorting to direct violence ⸻ the forest itself responds to her call and once she has her attention set ‘pon a prey, it will be almost impossible for the target to safely escape.but even loneliness eventually comes to an end. when the snow moon cult rose and began to taint the snow - covered land with the blood of the unworthy / of the non - believers, ahri was there. it was just a matter of time, before the cult found a monster worth worshipping in the frost - kissed fox: theirs is is a symbiotic arrangement and will always be. the snow moon assassins purify themselves by sacrificing their emotions and memories to her appetite and, in exchange, ahri does not actively hunt those blessed by the cold moon. ahri is the keeper of their lost memories, experiencing the outside world through her devotees, their eyes now vacant and cold.

alternate universe verseDaughter of none: a child of ashes, of cinders and burnt flesh, lonely heiress to a vacant morrow of nightmares and carnage.Ahri was born under a weeping moon: she was abandoned at birth in a rather questionable clinic on the outskirts of Seoul, where those who were neither wanted nor loved could be sold for money and wealth and sentimental freedom. Soon enough, her almost inhumane beauty easily piqued the attention of those shady figures who frequented the orphanage in pursuance of finding either victims or slaves, secret heirs or breathing puppets, meat for the butcher’s knife: one day, an old man with a wrinkled smile gently took her quivering hand in his and led her away, towards a life of broken promises and dried tears.The nameless girl was finally given a name, Ahri: the beautiful flower. She was thus introduced to the almost forgotten world of the Gisaeng: amorous artists of times long gone, poets and dancers, unreachable lovers to all those fortunate enough to indulge in their presence - dreams and nightmares into one, desire and art made flesh and bones. In the almost holy walls of THE HOUSE, as it was normally referred to by those who worked inside, the young girl was taught everything that she needed to know in pursuance of becoming deserving of the exquisite life that had been treacherously promised to her ; whilst some specific subjects, such as math and science, were purposely ignored by her biased teachers, she was soon taught everything that the mystical realm of arts had to offer her, such as the ceremonies of tea or the traditional dances that would oftentimes accompany theatrical plays and songs.Life was hard, grotesque and nightmarish, painful and scarring - sometimes, even solely breathing caused her immense ache. She had to be always perfect, as it was cruelly required by the unspoken laws of the House: any type of mistake or transgression was punished with physical means, as the employment of knives or whips was certainly not rare amidst her teachers. When she was only twelve, she began assisting the older Gisaengs during their performances and their encounters with the clients and once she turned sixteen, she began performing those duties as well. The House was a holy place for those who had naught but a rotten organ beating in the depth of their ribcage: drugs, slaves, weapons, murders… Any type of illicit commerce was conducted in the sanctity of these wooden walls, protected by a circle of nameless men who held the entirety of the city in the palm of their hands.Within those same walls, AHRI WAS AN OBJECT. Used, abused, thrown to the side only to be grabbed again afterwards, broken and then fixed, over and over again until the moment nothing hurt her anymore. Never truly allowed to step outside unless she was accompanied by either a client or a higher member of the House, Ahri spent the few hours that she had for herself daydreaming over the fate that she could have had, had she been born elsewhere, had she been born in a loving and welcoming family… RESENTMENT towards her parents went hand in hand with the hatred that she harbored for those who had hurt her, for those who had never thought of her as a person.And then, as the years passed, the desire to break free from the cage in which she had been imprisoned began to venomously fester within her. No longer, was she melancholic over all the ifs and buts, no longer was she a weeping bird who dreamed of a better and brighter morrow - Now, SHE BECAME MORE AND MORE OBSESSED with the unreachable fear of finally gaining the one thing that she had longed for, with the entirety of her being: FREEDOM.One day, HER NOSE BEGAN TO BLEED. Then, reality began to morph all around her, slipping from the now shivering grip of pale fingers: more and more often, did she fall victim to auditory and visual hallucinations of various kinds, in which the House was finally set on fire and those who had flayed her for many years were finally burnt to ashes. Genuinely frightened by what was currently happening to her, as she convinced herself that someone had been putting drugs into her food, Ahri tried to desperately run away… Only to be promptly stopped by the guards at the confines of the House’s territory. There, for the first time, her body morphed: her soul morphed, too. Once dull and lifeless eyes became painted in black and red, a garden of agonies: a newfound endowment began coursing through her and she easily managed to overcome her assailants. However, the path to freedom was steep… As she was about to end the life of those who had attempted to imprison her once more, the whole world went blank and she fainted.For many days, was she deprived of food and water as a punishment for what she had done. Confusion and fear swirled in the depth of her mind: THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER, she was certain of it, although she could not comprehend what was happening inside of her mind ( the hallucinations became more frequent and more painful and even in her dreams, was she plagued by visions of horror and decay ) . It was wholly by accident, that she overheard the news about a sudden scourge of monsters wrecking havoc across the unfortunate city - A CURSE, it was called, one that could not be cured nor avoided, for it was birthed by the hearts of those who had fallen victims to their desires.Now more cognizant of her condition, Ahri has begun an excruciating battle against the monster within. Whilst the House closes its borders in pursuance of becoming a safe haven for its employees and its clients, Ahri searches for a reason to live - A reason not to give in and murder everyone inside of the building.

alternate universe verse"The limbic system of her brain has undergone a sudden mutation, enhancing her instincts whilst enfeebling her common sense and self - control, thus her emotions are oftentimes overwhelming and impossible to properly control. The structure of her bones has also morphed, allowing her to elongate the edge of her bones into either sharp claws or multiple tails: these beastly attributes seem to recall the bone - structure of the white foxes found in the forest around the village.NOTE: When deeply wounded, flowers crawl out of the lacerated flesh and bloom. These vespertine - flowering plants are unidentifiable hybrids, could be pyrophytes. Further examination has revealed that these flowers are highly poisonous and psychoactive: their scent can cause delirium and hallucinations, their digestion can lead to death.
An unfit vessel for Eva. "A young herbalist with neither glory nor heirlooms to embellish her name, Ahri came from a far away land in which the ancient temples still stood and the ghosts of yesterdays still haunted the hearts of their beloved ones. An existence spent amidst flowers and greenhouses, she was the daughter of a famous herbalist known throughout the country for the miraculous potions and elixirs that he was capable of brewing in times of dire: she became interested in such topics at an early age and thus pursued the same path of her father, desiring nothing more than to make him proud and one day inherit the flowering kingdom that he had managed to create with his endless efforts. An easy life, a happy life ━ Especially once she fell in love with a local boy, a sun - kissed sweetheart with fingertips continuously tainted by the watercolors that he would use to paint everything he saw... including Ahri. Their time together was sickeningly sweet, filled with giggles and laughter and the gentle touches of souls naively in love. Or at least it was so, until the day tragedy came and shackled Ahri with the veil of mourning: she had been foolish and inattentive in picking the ingredients for this specially made perfume and the results were tremendous. A single spray of it had been enough to set the poor boy’s skin on fire, filling his lungs with all - devouring toxins and stealing the breath away from his lungs in a matter of mere seconds... before she could realize it, the boy laying in her arms had grown cold.Incapable of elaborating her crime and the loss that haunted her, Ahri left her homeland and traveled for many months before she decided to settle in the village. Once there, she had taken advantage of her knowledge concerning botanics and the basics of natural sciences and had built a little shop that served various purposes: not only did she sell the flowers that she grew in her precious flower fields, but she also prepared perfumes and ointments and oils and elemental brews to heal the most common of ailments. Even so, the most sought after product was her “love potion”, a peculiar elixir made with secret ingredients and that was rumored to be capable of conquering the heart of even the coldest of men.The community, albeit wary of the flirtatious foreigner at first, ended up accepting her wholly and Ahri had no problems in crafting a whole new identity for herself. Through manipulation and deceit and white lies, she crawled her way into the hearts of those who’d come to visit her flower shop and in a matter of mere months, her name was whispered by lovesick boys and affectionate mothers. And perhaps, this is why she also attracted the attention of the one who was worshipped as the prophet of the black god...Ahri thus unwillingly became a test subject for the creation of a vessel for Eva. Although she was ultimately deemed unfit for the role, the cadou parasite had twisted her not only physically but mentally as well: long since suffocated animalistic instincts had been re - awakened within her brain, turning her into a violent and ravenous beast that lusted for human flesh. It took her weeks of complete isolation to regain some semblance of tranquility, some semblance of self - control... but nothing would have ever been the same again.Her flower shop was forcefully closed and burnt down and she hastily and begrudgingly moved her residence even further into the obscure embrace of the infected woods, thus separating herself almost entirely from the rest of the community. It took many months, before the villagers eventually gave up on approaching her and ultimately surrendered her once beloved figure to the profundity of oblivion... Her name became a local legend, a whisper carried by the winds amidst the infected trees, a tale to frighten rebellious children and scold impolite ladies.BUT MANY KNOW THAT AHRI IS REAL and that she still dwells in the heart of the haunted groove, still tending to her flower fields and still brewing potions and elixirs so that she may still sometimes come and sell them to those mortals fortunate enough to encounter her on the edge of the haunted groove, lingering on the side of a pebble path [ ... ] and she waits, she waits for the night of the hunt, when she can finally break free from her self - imposed isolation and return to the village.