Author's Note: MortalShaco who can be found on tumblr, managed to fuel my muse with the most recent turn of events his blog has taken. This little drabble is the result. Enjoy.
She doggedly followed his steps with an ease bred of practice. Sheer curiosity was the only reason she still continued her most recent escapade. Ahri was unsure when the change had happened, but at some point the once Demon Jester had become something… more. The most obvious changes were of course the purple skin and the long scaled tail. What a lesser amount of people seemed to notice were his more subtle changes.
His scent for one was completely different. The change from Demon to Mortal had brought changes to the man's smell but neither was as drastic as his change from Man to Monster. Even with eyes closed and ears flat Ahri would still be able to pick him out in a crowd. It was pungent and lingering. It smelled of something distinctly 'other'.
He now reminded her all too easily of the Void Prophet. Nothing those glowing eyes saw ever bode well. The creature she followed slowed his movements coming to a short stop. Not a beat out of sync Ahri slowed and stopped her steps as well.
Ahri had always been confidant of her skill in stalking an enemy or prey and leaving them unaware that it didn't even occur to her that she could have been spotted. Her heart sped up all the same as the purple man glanced behind him, the slightest of smirks upon his lips. Ahri's eyes narrowed from the shadow she resided in as he continued on his way as if nothing had happened.
This time he walked without the fleet of foot woman on his trail for she refused to take another step. That was no accident; his eyes had sought her out. In that one instant and instinctual fear like no other had crept down Ahri's spine. Just a moment, the smallest of connections between them, had left her with a most foreboding feeling.
Curiosity killed the cat, Ahri thought to herself as she stood from her crouch and walked off unhurriedly in the opposite direction, and she was no fool. She knew better than to ignore her instincts when they so glaringly sought her attention. Others more thick skulled than her crowded the Monster, asking him asinine questions all the while unaware at the building tension she could all but see.
Footsteps sped up the further she got from him. Ahri refused to bear witness to the mess that was sure to occur sooner or later. She knew better than to be around when the man snapped, she knew better than to push him there like others seemed intent on doing. After all she was no fool.