♥ all artwork of ahri used in my icons and graphics is either commissioned by me or official.also, i hate enforcing dni's but! i ask that you reconsider following me if you're also mutuals with vulpesse. i would like to keep our circles as far apart as humanly possible, please & thank you. there's a history of anons and perceived copy-catting between us that we don't need to keep circling back on. the sheer anxiety and stress of it all has been quite literally debilitating on my mental health ( and hers ) for years atp. we've discussed between us on the relevant issues plenty of times, and just want to enjoy our foxes in our own, very separate, corners of the world.

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SCRIPTS LOST TO THE EONS WOULD VENTURE TO RECOUNT AHRI,

but each entry would ultimately fall short in capturing the one hundred facets she represents. the fox is carved from ancient marble, and worn down just so. once abundant with naivety and curiosity, innocence is now a distant echo muffled by her storied history as a feral creature, drunk on the spiritual innards of mortals.

LONG AGO, AHRI WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD AS A YOUNG BEASTLING. lonesome, cradled within a bassinet of ivy and roots at the foot of the ancient, towering all-mother tree, the newborn cooed and cried━until a pack of traveling foxes took her by the back of her neck and brought her to the northern forests. her sole possession: a resin orb, encasing a blossom, tried 'round her wrist. a token of family long-lost.raised by the wild, ahri grew into the beast she needed to be to survive. she would hunt with her kin, gore their prey and indulge on flesh, stuff her mouth with gooseberries and spend her days curled next to babbling creeks under the buttery, warm sun.well into what could be considered her teen years, ahri's power came into fruition. weaving through-out the northern woods in pursuit of a game hunter, the youth shot out her hand and instinctively unfurled a wispy tapestry of pale dogwood magic. it enthralled the man, who dropped to his knees and bore his eyes into her, awaiting command.hitching her breath and uncertain, ahri felt drawn. hands ghosted along his jaw tenderly, tilting his head skyward━something inside of him called to her, she knew. thumb found the corner of his mouth and pried open his jaw, whilst parallel hand danced fingertips along his throat in an upward motion, as if to draw this something out. panting, the fox bared her teeth and covered his mouth with her own, coaxing an effervescent, glowing bead of dim, swirling light from him into her. tails whipped the earth and eyelids fluttered in recognition of a full-bodied rush of rapture & power.then, a short blade thrust into her torso and the fox yelped, stumbling back. the hunter crumpled over with bloodied knife tumbling from limp hand. a final act of self-preservation.eyes rolling over, ahri held her side and gave in to her own onset of weakness, small body curled next to the hunter's corpse. for several hours, she lay in silence, gaze glossed over and peering absently into the canopy of trees above. as her wound would heal over, ahri fell into a slumber-like stupor, playing the man's memories in her mind like a story unfolding in brief glimpses. she felt every aching sadness, every uplifting elation, every scorching moment of anger from him. and perhaps most of all, she witnessed a mortal world of beautiful men and women, laughing, dancing, swathes of food, lush fabrics, and families. it consumed her, wholly.

unused to reigning in one's inhibitions, ahri grew obsessed with what she'd felt that day, with the hunter. leaving her pack, the fox sought to learn more of the world she'd seen.in the years that followed, ahri irrevocably carved her existence into the quilt of history. she became one with the mortals━indulging in dance, food, song, community. though but a fledgling in human society, ahri was unaccustomed to what is right and what is wrong. just as she laughed and learned, the fox preyed and gorged. once an odd, charming creature hesitantly welcomed by the people, ahri quickly became a monster. a word she did not understand, and when she was purged from their villages as a wild, violent thing, ahri scurried off in fear and confusion.it was not until her next kill, her next memory, that ahri felt the fear she'd instilled in the people. it ran her blood cold, though whether as an effect of consumption or a growing fear of her own self, she was uncertain.in time, ahri had learned what it was to feel, to laugh, to cheer, to cry, to begrudge. to care for others in a way she'd not quite been able to realize. anxiety filled her belly.xxxx❛ THEY THINK OF ME A MONSTER? ❜but, WHAT WAS A MONSTER? to feed, to sustain oneself? to indulge in life's pleasures? no━to take what is not yours, to rend it from the flesh of the people you love, to find bliss in death. hot tears welled within her eyes and suddenly, the fox understood. she was a monster.and so, she ran, shackling herself to the roots whence she'd came.

the following years were not kind to ahri. whatever had changed within her soul the day she'd taken something precious from that hunter, it was now unquenchable.the woods became her home once more. attempts were made to return to the consumption of animals━but their souls were meek, unfulfilling. her belly was full, but her soul was not. every passing day that she did not give in to her rapidly growing need to gorge on mortal essence, ahri twisted further and further into a rabid, frightened, and wild animal.overwhelmed and starved, the fox made a pact with herself, that she would only eat those who came across her path. she would not seek, nor hunt. in time, the shallow grotto she returned to every night became a nest of scarce merchant bones and golden trinkets, jewels, parchments, and fabrics. a trove of death's laurels.however, try as she might, there was no compromising with the beast within her.hunger became her. in a broken, shameful delirium, ahri turned to a coastal village not far from her makeshift home and swept through it in a fury. that day, she drenched her soul in death. it was a slaughter there was no coming back from━untold numbers of lives, gorged on. ribcages shattered and pried, livers wrenched from their cavities, throats marred with fang marks.ahri crawled from the trenches of her devastation panting and vermillion-soaked, a fragmented cry torn from her chest. slick with gore, the fox slinked to her grotto, barely suppressing the fervent coming of memories welling within her mind's eye.there, she collapsed in the shade. the lives of an entire village took to her mind, incapacitating her into a waking slumber. for one year, ahri slept. the flood of raw magic she'd consumed flooded from her, seeping into the natural world all around: it fed the earth, and the vines and ivy and flowers grew ten-fold, enveloping her grotto in dense thickets. beyond it, the flora thrived, and so grew into A GREAT GARDEN of flowers imbued with ahri's magic.

and so, she was full. for many moons upon her wakening, ahri remained so, yearning not for human essence, and in its absence, she withdrew into her gardens, a recluse of the woods.in her slumber, ahri lived a hundred lives over, and some part of her became uncertain what was her and what was another. her capacity for empathy and understanding expanded, but when she bore tears for the death of a young bird, was that her, or was that the fishmonger's loving daughter? her intelligence and worldly knowledge grew ten-fold━but the wealth of it all felt hollow, for these were not her experiences, but those of the passing-through merchant who traveled the continents with his wares.SHE WAS NO ONE AND EVERY ONE ALL AT ONCE. WHERE DID SHE END, AND HER TRANSGRESSIONS BEGIN?though, personal blessings were to be found in her troubles. her soul was overfull and as the essence within her waned over great time, she used it to practice discipline.ahri became the WILD-WOODED ONE, nestled in her lonely gardens to repent for what she'd done. within it's brambles, the fox tied her soul with the all-mother, the feminine earth that had once cradled her as a babe, focusing her energies on finding her roots once more. somewhere in the folds of her botanical labyrinth was an old, aging cottage, and ahri made it her own amidst the fauna and the flora━her GARDEN OF FORGETTING. there, the flowers bloomed vibrantly and in plethora, wild and untamed. the fox's magic stained their soil & the snow lily's responded, metamorphosizing into something half-sentient, responsive to her and her alone: they brushed her cheek as she passed, opened their petals for her, and grew drunk on the inklings of magic she'd pour into them.in time, she would come to discover the snow lily's desire for memories, akin to her own. if willingly bestowed, one intake of the lily's delicately sweet aroma would surrender whichever memory playing through your mind in that moment. how beautiful, ahri had thought. they were a kinder fragment of her.

as the decades trudged on, ahri's life became faded ink on the yellowed pages of history. she would not forgive herself even in due time, but she grew disciplined, smarter, more restrained. locals knew of her: a peculiar beauty traipsing through the woods, communing with her wild kin, escaping into the apple and lily bramble at sun down, wielding her magic under the moon light like a sheath of silk, shimmering. her nature became a romantic mythos━those who visited the vulpes one might surrender a memory in exchange for one they truly desire.it was true, in a way: while ahri could take, she was also capable of giving. reminiscent of back then, when she'd enthralled the hunter. ahri could stupefy mortals, putting them under a spell of total compulsion that allowed her to enter their mindscapes and bestow upon them illusions of a better time, a better memory, whatever they desired. in return, they willingly offered shards of their souls.mortal fantasy became her reality, her way of survival.and if she yearned for something greater than fragmented essence, ahri preyed 'pon thieves and traveling merchants and lost souls who encroached her territory. such was the way of life: you do not enter a beasts's den uninvited without repercussion, after all. yet, it was all done with restraint and respect. she took what she needed, and returned their corpses to the earth, decored in fauna and flora aplenty, to be reclaimed━a private ritual of her own.[ ... ] though she'd restored her connection with humanity, ahri kept her distance still. like a scared animal, any who attempted to peer deeper into the fox's heart were pushed away, the beast scurrying into her den.that is why FALLING IN LOVE hurt all the more. she'd tried, really━she'd warned him, HER ARTIST. persistently enamored with his wild fox, the artist emerged into her life like a whirlwind and entangled his way into her heart. he'd found her at her lowest: crouched over the sundered corpse of a man, hands buried in his guts. still, he loved her.the days were filled with him painting flowers on her back, kissing her neck, washing her hair in the river, feeding her sun apples and basking in her warmth with a hoarse laugh. for the first time in her life, ahri knew what it was to love. not second-hand, not from the perspective of another's life: from her own, from her chest. something all her own.and in the throws of fervent love, SHE KILLED HIM. for the first time in her life, ahri knew what it was to kill something you loved. truly shattered, ahri returned his body to water's embrace, and nearly gave her memories of him to her garden, unable to handle the pain of his loss. suddenly, she realized JUST HOW DEEPLY SHE FELT EVERYTHING.the snow-lily's claimed his name before she came to her senses, realizing that the hurt of forgetting was greater than the hurt of remembering.his nameless image forever etched in her fractured heart, ahri clung to the memories he'd given her: happiness, sadness, anger, all her own. from that day, ahri promised to find more experiences that she could call her own, for him.

having pledged to no longer resign to the life of an elusive, fleeting recluse of THE WILDWOODS, ahri set forth into the world, heart guarded and mind open.though she would abstain from forming deep connections with those around her, ahri nonetheless emerged from her self-isolation fully realized, half woman and half creature, either hanging in balance of the other. the fox approached the world soft-spoken and demure, brimming with curiosity and empathy for what it had to offer her in this new age, yet carefully wielding her sharp cunning and honed claws when the moment called.while ahri dwells within her FORGETTING GARDEN OF THE WILDWOODS more often than not, she has grown receptive to visitors and to traveling to neighboring communities. learning how to control her beastial nature is an endless task, but she has come to accept the facet of herself that must feed━in fact, she allows herself to relish in the kill in the wilds. that is her domain, her hunting ground, exclusively. each kill becomes fertilizer for her garden, a give and take. the locals have come to acknowledge her standing as creature of great power, beauty, and restraint, and have long since established shrines to the fox spirit across the wildwood.ahri is the daughter of the all-mother, her keeper, and the misremembered maiden, revered.

TOO LONG, DIDN'T READ!abandoned as a newborn babe, ahri was taken in by snow foxes. with them, she lived as a wild animal. as a teen, ahri's powers came to fruition while chasing down a hunter in the woods. she discovered her ability to compel mortals and eat their essence, then obtain and witness their memories through said essence.ahri became obsessed with the euphoric feeling associated with eating essence and sought out mortal life. as a wild, hedonistic little animal, ahri was at first hesitantly accepted but society turned on her when she began to devour mortals unrestrained. she did not understand their fear, as animals did as they please to survive and thrive. however, after preying once more, ahri experienced a memory that instilled their fear of her into her. ashamed, she ran away into the woods.attempting to practice restraint only meant ahri grew wilder and hungier by the day. while her attempts to only eat animal essence was valiant, it led to ahri growing delirious, as her need to feed on mortal's is not a mere want but a necessity for her species live. thus, she slaughtered an entire coastal village and gorged herself on their livers and memories.returning to the woods filled with shock, shame, and regret, ahri became overwhelmed by the sheer amount of magic and essence she'd consumed and fell into a year-long slumber where she relived their individual memories over time, within her own mind. the flood of magic within her could not be contained and seeped into the earth around her, causing the flora and fauna to erupt into growth and become imbued with magic.after awakening, ahri became a recluse within what became her "garden of forgetting," as the snow-lily's within tinged with her magic became capable of consuming memories if you smelled them. decade after decade passed and eventually her past became faded history, and a new generation of locals romanticized the elusive, beautiful forest creature into something of a mythos. they revered her for her ability to take memories and bestow beautiful illusions upon them, creating new memories.ahri used this as a means of surviving. when she grew more comfortable with herself and her past, "the artist" entered her life, a man who loved her despite her monstrous tendencies. predictably, ahri would come to fall deeply in love with him, then kill him by consuming his entire soul in the throws of affection.though this broke her more deeply than ever before, she took on the way he loved her despite her beastliness. ahri threw up walls around her heart to protect not herself, but those around her, and decided to open herself to the world, knowing this is what he'd want. while ahri was still the keeper of the wildwoods and her garden, she became receptive to exploring the world around her and allowing visitors, determined to become a better version of herself; the one he saw.

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