For centuries, Ahri had lived as a fox, driven by nothing but the raw instinct of the hunt. But the magic of Ionia is a fickle thing. One day, after stumbling upon a dying soldier on a forgotten battlefield, she felt a strange pull. As his life faded, a spark of his essence—his memories, his loves, his regrets—flowed into her. That was the first time she walked on two legs. That was the first time she felt the weight of a soul. The Hunger and the Heart
As she wandered the mortal world, Ahri found herself caught in a tragic paradox. To maintain her human form and her burgeoning consciousness, she needed to consume the "essence" of others. She became a predator of dreams, a thief of life-force who haunted the taverns and festivals of the shoreline. Kittyyevil_-_Ahri.mp4
Eventually, the weight of the lives she had taken became unbearable. Ahri retreated from the cities, seeking the silence of the high mountain peaks. She didn't want to be a monster, but she feared returning to the mindlessness of a beast even more. For centuries, Ahri had lived as a fox,