Post by The Nine-Tailed Fox on Mar 7, 2014 4:40:10 GMT -5
Ionia, April the 14th, 25 CLE. Navori Province.
A dreadful evening, the war has been spitting its anger and rage all across Ionia. Blood tainted the beautiful soil of the islands as the Ionians fought against the Noxian invaders again. However, the war was a stalemate. The Ionian were well prepared for it, given the fact that they always doubted Noxus and knew that a day would come where they will attempt to regain these lands once more after that the League has been weakened at its core and corruption spread throughout Valoran. The Ionians were alone, fighting with all their might against the murderers of their grand-parents and parents.
There, in the empty, quiet woods of the southern Ionian province, hid a champion who people seem to have forgotten: Ahri. She was on top of a tree, watching the flames of war lifting up in the dark skies. Her eyes stared upon a village that was being burnt down by the Noxians, and she could not do anything about it. She was too scared, not capable of taking action at all. She did not want to kill, she did not want to hurt anyone unless they stepped into her beloved woods and decided to harm her. But why? Why would Ahri just stand there doing nothing to save the island where she lived her entire life?
Morals... Her morals simply denied her from doing anything, her thoughts kept telling her over and over again that she should not kill anyone, because it's bad... Two wrongs, do not make a right as they would say and that is why Ahri refused to participate and kill anyone even though she the absolute capability of doing so.
An hour went by, and the flames vanished. The Ionians managed to take control of the land and repel the Noxians. Ahri was glad of it, she knew that she could count on them to stop the menace from spreading around. A soft sigh escaped her tender lips as she remained up on top of the tree, hiding within the leaves as she continued to observe the remaining of the black smoke that covered the entire sky above her, hiding the moon behind its sinister veil. The air was suffocation, the scent of burnt bodies and other materials were carried by the wind towards Ahri's general direction, and she felt like she was going to faint. Her tails covered her sensitive nose while her body remained immobile, patiently waiting for the scent to leave so that she could finally rest once and for all after this terrifying night filled with screams and yelling of pain caused by death.
Everything went calm again, the scent drifted away to a new location. Ahri could finally appease her mind for a few hours before she had to notice the war once more in the morning, and the afternoon... and the evening. She wrapped her figure with her soft tails, as if she was protecting herself, and slowly shifted away into a deep slumber.
A dreadful evening, the war has been spitting its anger and rage all across Ionia. Blood tainted the beautiful soil of the islands as the Ionians fought against the Noxian invaders again. However, the war was a stalemate. The Ionian were well prepared for it, given the fact that they always doubted Noxus and knew that a day would come where they will attempt to regain these lands once more after that the League has been weakened at its core and corruption spread throughout Valoran. The Ionians were alone, fighting with all their might against the murderers of their grand-parents and parents.
There, in the empty, quiet woods of the southern Ionian province, hid a champion who people seem to have forgotten: Ahri. She was on top of a tree, watching the flames of war lifting up in the dark skies. Her eyes stared upon a village that was being burnt down by the Noxians, and she could not do anything about it. She was too scared, not capable of taking action at all. She did not want to kill, she did not want to hurt anyone unless they stepped into her beloved woods and decided to harm her. But why? Why would Ahri just stand there doing nothing to save the island where she lived her entire life?
Morals... Her morals simply denied her from doing anything, her thoughts kept telling her over and over again that she should not kill anyone, because it's bad... Two wrongs, do not make a right as they would say and that is why Ahri refused to participate and kill anyone even though she the absolute capability of doing so.
An hour went by, and the flames vanished. The Ionians managed to take control of the land and repel the Noxians. Ahri was glad of it, she knew that she could count on them to stop the menace from spreading around. A soft sigh escaped her tender lips as she remained up on top of the tree, hiding within the leaves as she continued to observe the remaining of the black smoke that covered the entire sky above her, hiding the moon behind its sinister veil. The air was suffocation, the scent of burnt bodies and other materials were carried by the wind towards Ahri's general direction, and she felt like she was going to faint. Her tails covered her sensitive nose while her body remained immobile, patiently waiting for the scent to leave so that she could finally rest once and for all after this terrifying night filled with screams and yelling of pain caused by death.
Everything went calm again, the scent drifted away to a new location. Ahri could finally appease her mind for a few hours before she had to notice the war once more in the morning, and the afternoon... and the evening. She wrapped her figure with her soft tails, as if she was protecting herself, and slowly shifted away into a deep slumber.
