Lysandra_Greene

Lysandra wasn't always your average or otherwise ordinary frog girl, she was once a human with a life, whom had a lover. A witch who had fallen in love with her husband Marcus decided to put her cards upon the table as she began to covet his very soul. Seeking Lysandra's love for herself, Salene began to research her dark magics. Coming to find the perfect concoction and design, she would weave and cast an unalterable spell. Making an enchantment on an item she knew Lysandra purchased within the castle walls of their fairly small hamlet while shopping on the city streets, as she had had her jealous eye upon them from their very wedding day. Unsuspecting any malice, Lysandra was in the farmers market, tending to her business, collecting her groceries for her consumption and survival. The cursed bottle of ointment she had picked up within her hand would be her very own undoing. In the privy shadows of a nearby alcove, the witch Salene smiled, running hands together in a silent happy glare, this could not have played out any better as far as she was concerned.

Unknowingly falling for hook, line and then sinker, Lysandra played right into the witch’s trap. Traveling the city as normal until making it to her peaceful little cottage just outside the city walls, she had placed the items in where such places they'd belong within her humble small home. She had a condition of skin rot, though not contagious, still bothersome and quite uncomfortable just the same. This specific mixture, a soothing cream that brought both peace and stopped the inflammation and irritation of her disease, made it much more bearable to live. As the sweet young woman Lysandra Greene began applying said ointment, her skin began to change, though her not privy to it just as yet, she most assuredly would be. Sure, her pain and discomfort was now gone, however, the metamorphosis that was wrought within her began to commence almost immediately. Laying down on her bed for a midday nap she'd been resting for a time. Suddenly, she awoke with a scare just as she heard a scream and felt a smack upon her 'fair' face and other parts of her body. Opening her eyes, she realized she was being assaulted by her very own dear husband, with a broom of all the things. Marcus screamed as he'd hit her in the head and other places over and over again. Her voice indiscernible as she'd ribbit and open her mouth, her still quite unaware of the drastic change that had just taken place, in too much shock as it were.

Before Marcus stood a huge half humanoid looking frog, green and spotted all over. Lysandra began plea with a look of shock in her eye, unable to understand why her husband of a few years now felt such hatred towards her, why was he beating her? "Marcus... STOP... what's gotten into you? Please, you’re hurting me...~" All he heard were low, indecipherable and incoherent ramblings coming from a frog 'thing' that was absolutely HUGE. Out of self-preservation, Lysandra began to flee for her life, gasping as silent tears streamed down her eyes, though for some reason she was not out of breath, unaware of her current abilities, she continued to run much like a human woman. Finally making it to the babbling brook near their peaceful cottage, the still clear waters of an unchanged spot would reveal to Lysandra's horror the exact reason her husband had attacked her...

She began to gasp and almost hyperventilate, holding her hands to her face at first, looking at her 'hidious' reflection in the mirror of the water's surface. Grabbing at her hands and arms, the reality sinking in of her damning plight. She was a monster! No wonder her husband had been 'assaulting' her, he was probably terrified, afraid for his life, possibly even wondering what this 'beast' had done with his wife. "Nooooooooo...~" Tears came to the woman's eyes as she screamed, unwilling to accept the truth.."No no no no no no.. NO NOOOO... WHHHHHHHHHY???~" Lysandra screamed, her heart beating heavily in her chest, she would feel the pulsation thereof in her ears. She began to weep out loud, even bitterly...."How?.... How could this possibly happen, I... wait... that cream... NO? It can't be?!~" Lysandra had an abhorred look upon her face, thinking in shock as she remembered just before she napped that her skin was feeling a bit strange, almost looking at herself like she was 'seeing green', when in all actuality, it was her that had been changing.

The witch looking from afar as she rubbed her hands hidding behind a tree. "Hahahaha, oh my God... this couldn't have worked out any better, Marcus could never love and ugly creature like that again, as surely he will now be mine.~" An evil catlike grin appeared on her face, Salene would soon take on the role of girlfriend in Marcus's life. He looking around in vain as he searched the city streets for his love... What could have possibly happened to her?... Giving up after months, the witch had bid her time. She came across the despaired young man as he was at wits end and lonelier than ever. She had spelled herself, an eternal guise to become pretty forever, as the demanding spell she'd used had a contract, that already being met, Salene inherited Lysandra's beauty, looking much like her but different in her own way, still having Salene's color of eyes and hair, her face seemingly familiar, but that was probably just in his head. Appearing to talk to the city folk, Marcus saw Salene's beauty, he was weak, and her prey now, she knew he was ripe for the picking. Stealing his heart's desire wouldn't be hard now.

Tilting her head his way as she held a bushel of grapes, she smiled shyly, very pretty indeed, causing Marcus to fall head over hills almost immediately. Feigning the basket too heavy, she 'accidentally' drops it. "Oh my... I'm so clumsy, mother will never want these now...~" Salene had gasped. Marcus rushing to comfort her, he speaks, "Hey now, accidents happen!" Marcus pulling out his coin to give to the shop keeper for another bushel, she is helped by his tough but gentle hands, he righting her position until she was back upon her feet. Grabbing her basket, he filled it with the grapes he'd purchased. "See.. there now, all better. Might I accompany you in taking this to your home mi'lady?" Salene crying real tears, as they silently went down her cheek, she was the perfect actress, having already cast a spell on the old widow who lived alone, just a house down from where Marcus's cottage was. "Thank... thank you so much... I, I don't own any land, I don't know if I could repay your kindness...~" Salene spoke 'innocent' words of gratefulness. "Think nothing of it, a sweet girl like you on her mother's bidding deserves nothing less!" Marcus had said with a warm smile. "Well... thank you so much then. My mother lives in an old beat up home near a babbling brook just outside of the city walls.. you wouldn't happen to..~" Salene was cut off mid-sentence by Marcus's cheerful words of realization. "You, your Mrs. Fords daughter? I... I know exactly where you live.. how.. how could we have never crossed paths before?" Marcus was smitten as she smiled, batting her pretty little eyelashes. "Well, I don't know, I never get out much, and I come to the city on very odd days.." Marcus excused himself for appearing rude..."I'm sorry, it's none of my business.. but please, follow me, I would be happy to carry this to your mother's house!" Marcus chuckled. Following to his side, Marcus extended an arm in which Salene almost glomped onto but had to remember to control herself, she would work slowly and carefully, wrapping his ambition and heart around her finger until he was entirely hers.

Some time later, Marcus and Salene arrived at her 'mother's' house, Salene running ahead excitedly with a grateful look about her face, "Mother... this kind man purchased us a bushel of grapes, he was kind enough to take me back to our home and carry that basket for me, I.. I made a mistake.~" Marcus blushed a bit, "Ahhh, it was nothing... really, it wasn't her fault, honestly.. Well then.. I will be on my way now ladies, pleasure!" Marcus turned to go, but was stopped by the voice of a sweet old lady. "Nonsense sweetie, come in for some tea, it is that least that we can do..." The old beaten down hag had said. Time passing into the future, through tact and intelligence and glamour and beauty, Marcus's heart was interwoven to Salene's forever. Months moving like wind against a changing season, wedding bells within the castle walls were sounded, Marcus and Salene had just gotten married. Salene now moving into Marcus's cottage with him, overtaking every facet of his life his 'old' wife used to, Lysandra all but just a forgotten memory.

In her reality however, Lysandra had grown accustomed to her new environment, though not at first. She had gone many nights crying and gasping that life was unfair, wishing this had never happened, bitterly missing her husband. As her memories began to fade so did the terrible events that took place, at least the most of them. Until one day, she couldn't even remember Marcus's face. Sad and alone, the anthro bullfrog continued her journey through life. Learning her powers and abilities, she did not need to sleep much, nor did she need to masticate her food, she could swallow things whole. She began to find out that she could jump, and quite far at that, learning she had a powerful regeneration ability, wrought both by her magical change and the very race of her new species. She may have thought she was horrid and ugly, but that was hardly the case, if anything her size and intelligence had grown along with her beauty. No, she didn't possess the beauty of a human woman, she was just as majestic and rare and amazing as ever mind you, however. Ample body, a kind of sweet somewhat bitter attitude on things, her nature and instinct driving her forward.

New to her environment, she had untapped abilities that she had just barely touched the surface of, perhaps she could devour things far bigger than a rabbit or a hare, a weary traveler unsuspecting might very well be careful or they might become this woman's next meal. Soon she would discover more about herself, and as time would unfold, perhaps one day Lysandra would find the origin of what made her change, a day that might meet justice head on as she would find the one responsible for this change. Though, most likely by then, she may very well thank them, so far, she has had the time of her life. Her sticky fingers, at least when she'd want them to be, could climb trees with ease. She had found her tongue to stretch quite far and rapidly circle around prey to quickly snap them into her mouth, it seemed whatever the case may be, this woman's skies were her limits.