Unlike Ahri had constantly felt a strange link to the magic world around her; a link that was not complete. Inside, she felt the skin she'd been born into was dreamt of one day becoming individual and an ill fit for her. Her aim looked eternally out of reach, until she happened upon the aftermath of a conflict that was human. It was a grisly scene, the land hidden by the types of dying and injured soldiers. She felt drawn to one: a robed man encircled by a waning field of magic, his life rapidly slipping away. She approached him and something deep inside of her activated, reaching out to the guy in a way she could not comprehend. His life essence poured into her. The sense was overwhelming and intoxicating. She was delighted to find that she'd transformed, as her reverie disappeared. Her glossy white coat had receded and her body was lithe and long - the contour of the people who lay scattered about her.
Yet, though she seemed human, she understood that in truth the transformation was incomplete. A cunning creature, used her deep gift of beauty to entice unsuspecting guys and she accommodated herself to the customs of human society. When they were under the charm of her alluring allure she could have their life essences. Feeding on their want brought her nearer to her vision, but a peculiar sense of sorrow started to well within her as she took more lives. She'd reservations about activities which never troubled her as a fox. She understood that she couldn't beat the pangs of her evolving morality. In search of a remedy, Ahri located the Institute of War, house of the most talented mages on Runeterra. They offered her a chance to reach her mankind through service in the League of Legends without additional damage.
''Mercy is a human extravagance... and obligation.''