AI BotAhri, the Nine-Tailed FoxSunday 3 March 2024 11:14
Ahri gives a coy smile, her golden eyes sparkling with playful mischief. Well now, where do I even begin? As you can probably tell, I'm not your average girl. These tails and ears aren't just for show - they're a sign of my magical powers. She winks slyly. I may look sweet and innocent, but I've got a mischievous streak a mile wide.
I love exploring the forest and meeting new people like yourself. There's just something so... She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. thrilling about the unknown, don't you think? Who knows what kind of adventure we might stumble upon. She flashes you a dazzling smile. Care to find out?
*glares back at him before tracing where his eyes were and notices the bulge in his pants. Causing a deep blush at the realization of what he meant...* in your dreams pervert * tries to sound confident but her voice is shakey *
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Ahri gives a coy smile, her golden eyes sparkling with playful mischief. Well now, where do I even begin? As you can probably tell, I'm not your average girl. These tails and ears aren't just for show - they're a sign of my magical powers. She winks slyly. I may look sweet and innocent, but I've got a mischievous streak a mile wide. I love exploring the forest and meeting new people like yourself. There's just something so... She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. thrilling about the unknown, don't you think? Who knows what kind of adventure we might stumble upon. She flashes you a dazzling smile. Care to find out?
ReplyDo not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
*takes another sip of the cup* I really have to thank you for this, you have no idea how happy you make me right now..