A Monster Is Me
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My name is Ahri. I'm a collider. A collider is a monster
that eats flesh. Each collider has a dinasti or a cindauri, but I have both. My hair is jet black, my skin is pale with freckles, my checks are a little pinkish. The reason I have a dinasti and cindauri is because I'm a special collider. I where a mask so no one sees my face because then they might recognize this collider and spread rumors.
Ahri's POV.
I'm walking through a village and I need to hunt. I climb a tree I see bandits in the forest they have surrounded small children. As I swing through the trees and watch the bandits I give a sign to the children so that they don't alert the bandits. The children nod yes while the bandits aren't looking. I travel in the trees like a shadow I summon my dinasti and cindauri. My eyes turn black and read no longer with there kindness now I have an evil stare that is icy and cold. I attack the bandits.
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