Like any other day in the League, time ticked by slowly. Grains of sand would fall individually through a massive metaphorical hourglass, a seemingly endless supply of seconds left to endure. The common and menial forms of entertainment that most would turn to in these dreary days had long since lost their appeal, as one can only repeat the same task so many times before its interest becomes lost to the user. Such was a typical day for a certain Champion of the League. A bored, tired, mess of a Champion.
On the rift she appeared in the same shape and form every time. A face of immaculate skin combined with well-kept hair rested upon a body that required no alterations to appear in magazines. Red and white crested silk clung loosely to the curves of her body, whilst a blanket of white fanned out behind her like the rolling waves of a crystalline sea. To summoners and spectators alike she was perfect in every way. As fierce on the Rift as they all hoped she would be behind closed doors, she would dash through her lane with incredible agility, harvesting the life of opponents with the determination of a lone farmhand before a vast ocean of grain. Women dreamed of being her and men dreamed of being with her, yet for all the praise she received she never felt quite right.
For a long set of years being accepted by society was a thought that never came into her mind. With her weekly routine of ripping the very life essence from hordes of unsuspecting men, she could never imaging herself acting like a normal member of society, not while she still had to reap souls on a regular basis to maintain her form. Should they ever find out what she was doing in the tavern rooms that she travelled between, the general public would view her as a creature not fit to walk this earth, rather than someone attempting to be human like them. The League promised change for Ahri, and promised a life that she could only have dreamt about before. At long last a flutter of hope entered her mind, carrying the idea of being accepted.
But the League's promises were seemingly empty, as upon her acceptance, the ground rules set out for her completely forbid her normal practices. The harvesting of souls was strictly forbidden upon and outside of League grounds, yet they had not devised a plan for her to maintain her form either. Matches on the Rift could possibly help her predicament, with the possibility of gaining some life essence for the beings that were temporarily immortal on the fighting grounds. However she was not scheduled to participate in any matches for at least a month after her arrival, due to the tests and training that needed to be done before she was deemed fit to enter the Rift. To the summoners of the League, this meant a month where she would have to restrain her addictions, but to Ahri this meant a few weeks of survival at the most before her need for the life essence of another being would cause her near human state to disappear. Officials of the League promised that they would create a solution to her problems before any issues arose, but in the flurry of preparation for her career pushed those plans to the back of a very long list of tasks. It seemed that even in this incredible institution, home to a variety of species and races, her strange nature could not be accepted.
Within two weeks of her living in the institute Ahri was nearly broken, mentally and physically. It happened on the night of the 18th day, when she could feel her body begin to deteriorate. Coming from the training grounds in the dead of night there was nobody around she could ask for help, and the living quarters were far away. Moving as quickly as her frail form could, Ahri made towards the champions' rooms. By the time she had made it to the start of the dorms, where hallways branched off into each political wing, she was crawling across the floor with a face wracked with pain. A sign was posted on the billboard in the center of the room which split the living wings. Upon this sign were the names and room numbers of healers in the League that champions could go to when in need of immediate assistance. Ahri did not know many of the other champions, and her existence tended to be a mystery for the others as well. Knowing that Soraka was a proficient healer, possibly able to help her in such a dire state, Ahri scanned the map posted for her name. Her room was too far away, off in the far corner of the living quarters. Looking for someone closer to her current location, Ahri spotted another champion with medical abilities located on the closest edge of the Zaunite wing. She could feel her end drawing ever closer, so with a last burst of determination she dragged herself across the vast room towards the eerie and intimidating wing in which the Zaunite champions would reside. Her physical state was rapidly losing its strength, fingernails broke on the cold floor, skin began to tear from the friction of her body against the polished marble tiles. She was within a meter of her destination, all thoughts of pain thrown away she heaved herself the last few feet until she was pressed against the thick wooden frame. She hit the door as hard as she could with a weak hand, once, twice, and barely a third time.
There was no response. Not a single sound of movement from within the room. This was the end. She had come all this way in her desperate life only to fail when she was so close to achieving her objective of humanity. It couldn't end like this, she wouldn't allow it to end like this. With a final effort she set bleeding knuckles upon the door, creating a fourth and final knock on the thick wood. At first, there was nothing, but with her honed hearing abilities Ahri could pick up the light sound of someone shuffling across the ground. A hand rested on the doorknob and turned, the door swinging inwards to reveal a disgruntled and disheveled Janna, clad in dark fleece checkered pants and a light, slim fitting t-shirt. She looked from side to side, attempting to locate whoever was knocking on her door at three in the god damned morning. There was nobody to be found. "Little shits," Janna grumbled, still unaware of the prone form at her feet. "disturbing the peace when I'm tryin' to get some fuckin' sleep, think you're so fuckin' funny running around knocking on doors and bolting." She was about to close the door when a barely audible croak resounded from below her. Startled, she her head snapped down to gaze upon the form of a person who she had never seen before.
"H- help…" was eventually heard from the mass of fur and flesh below her.
Unaware as to what the issue was, but knowing that this girl needed medical attention, Janna did her best to scoop up the much larger body of Ahri and carry her into the room. What became of this was a damaged Ahri being dragged haphazardly across the floor with the assistance of some wind magic pushing her along the varnished wooden slats. Upon lying her down on her back in an open part of the room, Janna bent over to inspect her injuries.
"What happened to you, you're an absolute mess!"
Looking into the golden eyes of the strange girl below her, Janna searched for any head wounds that needed her attention. However, Ahri had a much different idea of what her healing process should be. When Janna leaned in for a closer examination, Ahri pulled her down further for what was supposed to be a passionate kiss. In her weakened state she barely even managed to be contact with her lips, resulting in a mess of saliva to land in the general area around Janna's mouth. However, this small moment was enough for Ahri to grab onto the momentarily vulnerable life essence that Janna possessed. Hooking onto the abundant supply of power, Ahri began to pull the energy into her own body. Feeling a burning pain her in chest, Janna shrieked and pulled back, at which time Ahri broke the connection between the two.
After nearly three weeks of being deprived of this spiritual fuel, Ahri found it hard to control her urges, but managed to keep Janna alive for the time being. With a newfound strength she sat herself up against a wall, and eyed a terrified and angry wind mage sprawled on the floor a few feet away. Putting on her most innocent face Ahri made eye contact with the furious mage. A few moments went by before Ahri eventually broke the silence.
"…Sorry?"
Janna was the first person that Ahri made proper contact with from the League, and for the past few months she remained the only one that Ahri ever felt truly accepted by. Sure, there were neutral champions like Soraka that treated everyone with the same respect, but she never felt like any of them were actually accepting of her and liked her, or if they just tolerated her as was their nature. So in her bored state, with Janna having already been summoned into a match, Ahri once again felt alone in the institute. Tired, bored, and alone.
There were other champions that she spent some time with, mostly through her connection with Janna, and although they all seemed to enjoy each-others company it was never to the degree that she would actually consider them "friends". If she was truly desperate she could get with any man in the League with no effort, however this would only serve to worsen her status as a free prostitute as opposed to a fellow champion. She already had several bad run-ins through picking the wrong man early on in her life at the league. Before knowing that Ashe and Tryndamere were married, she decided to help solve the problem of his unbalanced arm sizes by offering him an activity that would work entirely different muscles. She was chased hours later by a pursuer with a true heart of ice, no sympathy or mercy to be found. The innocent and naïve Ezreal, although not much of a prize for her, was too easy of an offer to pass up. The next day she was greeted by a blinding flash of light burning her retinas, granting her an excuse to visit Janna under the pretense of healing some burns caused by a "psychotic preteen with a highschool crush." Word spread fast within the institute and before she knew it, Ahri had already been marked as a vixen with a goal to steal every taken man she laid eyes on. It was not the best way to start off what she dreamed of as being a new and bright chapter to her life.
After finishing off the third music album that afternoon, Ahri sat up from her bed and ran through all the ideas she could come up with to keep herself occupied until she was summoned next. It was a slow day for her, as she had been banned from seemingly every match that was important enough to use the bodies of actual champions, rather than the magically generated copies that fought each other in matches that settled lesser squabbles. Due to a long losing streak in her matches, the league decided to make her a bit more powerful on the Rift to make her a more viable pick again. As usual, the summoners at the institute fucked up tremendously and made her into an overpowered, pub-stomping champion with a seemingly limitless supply of mana. With her sudden influx of power, nobody wanted to risk having her on the other team, since unless the enemy mid-laner left halfway through to get their hotpockets out of the oven, there was not a chance in hell that the middle inhibitor would hold past the twenty minute mark. Thus, Ahri spent a secluded life in her room, waiting for the next nerf to be released, giving her the chance to participate in matches again. In the meantime, she would have to sit and wait without a single idea on what to do.
Rattling through a list of ideas Ahri put her mind towards doing something productive. Learn an instrument? Try to sew her own clothes? Practice her writing?
All of these ideas seemed excessively time consuming and tedious, in her current state she had nowhere near the mental capacity to focus on any one of these tasks for any period of time. Settling on a much more simple option Ahri decided to finally get out of bed and have a much needed shower. Running some warm water through the tap and pulling off the baggy shirt she slept in, Ahri stepped through the shower curtain and into the cascading water. Perhaps this would help wake her up, and help her think of something to do. For a while, she stood in the warm water in a state of relaxation. This did not last long, as she eventually had to begin the task of cleaning nine, long, furry tails. It was not a simple task, and in her half-awake state she struggled to complete such a difficult chore. Stepping out of the shower 25 minutes later, Ahri dried off the abundant amount of hair and fur spanning her body and inspected herself in the mirror. She had often heard any females complaining about how their hair is always such an absolute mess when they get out of the shower, or how it always ends up so frazzled and wild after drying it. As the embodiment of the perfect female Ahri never had to experience issues like this to such a degree, but rather she had to experience it tenfold. Today, she could not be bothered with the thought of fixing the abundant fur on her tails, after all she had no plans to leave her room. On the contrary, she had plans to put minimal effort into everything until she could finally be summoned for a match. Walking to the kitchen, Ahri began rifled through her fridge to pull out a carton of eggs, some ham, and a couple pieces of fruit. She then found herself preparing breakfast at 2pm, hair and fur in a complete mess, with no clothes on. It was going to be a long day.
Author's note:
There will be no regular update schedule to this, I'll just finish it whenever I please or have the time. New characters to come in the future chapters, of course I don't own any of them, everything is property of Rito. Feel free to give feedback, I'll read them if I have a chance but I don't really give a shit if you don't have time or energy to spend on such a tedious task.
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