<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allie<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.  Mid-day.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec, Crammit the Frog<br/><hr/>Oh, my.  Anyone who has cut into a frog knows the general layout of its anatomy, but these jewel frogs are, apparently, not only noteworthy for their bioluminescence and defensive secretions, but also-- in an evident jest of nature's test-run design-- for their departure from resilience in the way of skeletal structure.  Eschewing the rigid hollow bones of their amphibious cousins, these gelatinous things do not grow -more- rigid and strong with age, but (at least in regards to local species) less so... they are masses of fat, muscle, mouth and digestive tract.  Throw in a massive sac of reproductive issue with a few knotted bundles of nerves connected by fibrous cords, and-- viola-- one has a gelatinous jewel frog, replete with goo and held into place with a stretchy membrane of translucent skin.<br/><br/>Alec's aim was true, and rewarded this elvine-craving stomach-with-legs a... fitting end.<br/><br/>Piercing the beast's hindquarters proved as easy as punching a hole through a jellyfish-- well, except for nicking the hip-joints, which was rather like driving his trusted sword through a fish stuffed deep inside a jellyfish, or perhaps a tubular sea-cucumber inside a jellyfish-- for even as he lost his balance and careened back to regain his footing, the lumbering frog panicked and lurched a few feet away, assuring itself that this time a landing would not-- NOT!-- jar loose the food it was trying to mash into a swallowable mass for full consumption.  Yet... as the blade remained fixed, the body lurched forward, and upon landing?<br/><br/>Well, the pressure had to go somewhere.  And suddenly it had a new means of egress.<br/><br/>The spillage of its digestive system and bioluminescent organs is similar to a fisherman divesting a net of its contents, right out the back of its body.  Strangely, the frog's inexpressive face<i>almost</i>seems proud of its accomplishment, thinking itself quite strong to be able to leap so far with a full belly-- not realizing immediately that its belly is still where it leapt, and<i>the frog</i>is now a good fifteen meters downstream.  For her part, the elf looks a little horrified, although relieved to be able to sputter out her breath and follow it with a long, deep inhale again, as wraps her arms over her breasts in a gesture less about modesty than horror.  "Oh gods," she mumbles semi-coherently from where she kneels in the ichor-thick stream of cold water.  "Goddess around us, what fresh hell was that."  Her voice is just above a whisper, breathy with a tremolo of revulsion, and she flickers her gaze in every direction at once.<br/><br/>Realizing her safety now, she suddenly regains her wits-- alarmed at the immediate awareness of a fact she'd already recounted about the jewel frog...<br/><i i="">&gt;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333540.msg15889927#msg15889927">Quote from: Ixy on 18-06-2021, 15:11:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"They're poisonous, you know.  The colors warn predators not to eat them, lest they sicken.  Apparently, licking a live one can induce all manner of..."  She hesitates, glancing up and letting her face mime chagrin and possession of a secret, "...rrre-ACT-tions."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"It's in my eyes, my nose, my--" she blinks very rapidly-- "uuuh-oh..." swallowing, she looks up a Alec with fear causing her eyes to glisten and tremble.  "Don't move, please..." she asks, scrubbing her arms vigorously, then splashing cool, fresh water into her eyes, her armpits, then taking a mouthful of water, swishing it comically back and forth from cheek to cheek, and spitting it like a drinking sailor in a fountain-arc to be envied.<br/><br/>"Alright... there."  She sighs, thrusts her hands onto her hips, and straightens her posture.  Her breasts just up a bit at attention as she nods at Alec.  "That's all I can do.  Now.  Before I die, go insane, pass out, turn into a toad, start vomiting, or WHATEVER the poison will do to me--" and she launches herself at him for a vigorous, desperate, and sincere hug that crushes her body against him in a warm, wet press of girl-flesh and wet hair.  "Thankyouthankyouthankyou, Alec, you are a hero."
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