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| [img=200x240]https://s20.postimg.org/xm728febx/Ahri_20.png[/img] | Name: Ahri Height: 5'9" (175cm) Hair: Midnight Black Eyes: Golden Yellow |
It hadn’t been too long ago that Ahri had chanced upon a band of inexperienced travellers clumsily trekking their way through the wilderness. Their voices carelessly loud as they merrily laughed and shouted amongst themselves, oblivious to the lurking danger stealthy slinking along beside them within the shadiest shadows of the woods. From a distance she carefully took the time to observe each one of them with keenly meticulous diligence; from the large boastful armored man that seemed to be in charge, right down to the scrawny youth that was struggling to lug the bulging backpack almost matching him in size. Each and every one of them looked so deliciously tempting… the vixen couldn’t help but lightly brush her tongue hungrily over her glossy lips.
Lifting her arms to press one of her soft slender hands upon her midriff, her hopeless attempt to stifle her aching hunger was met with an inelegantly demanding growl of contempt. With each second that agonizingly trickled it’s way by, her mouth began to water, and her mind was filled with a flurry of needy emotions. The thought of waiting until sundown seemingly becoming more and more impossible as the temptation edged her closer to her wits ends. The cravings within her mind were getting worse by the moment, and before long she found herself fantasizing about the abusively entitled arrogance of the large man, the confident stride of another, and even the inexperienced neediness that wreaked from the weakest of the group. Now that she thought about it, it’d been an awfully long time since she’d indulged in extracting her food in the most primal of ways. And while it’d only take an enchanting gaze into their eyes, and bringing her lips close enough to smell the whiff of the human’s breath to take their essence… perhaps she’d allow herself to have a little fun tonight? The thought alone was enough to encourage a twitch of excitement as her body warmed itself in eager approval.
Lost in her own fantasies of blissful indulgence, the fox remained completely oblivious to the presence of another pair of watchful eyes in the distance. And it was only when the terrified screams of one of the men pierced her ears that she quickly snapped back to attention. Alarmed yet cautious eyes watchfully casting themselves over to her late night snacks.