30 DAYS, 30 CHARACTERS
DAY 7
Antony couldn’t remember ever being so enraptured by a woman. This strange masked lady who arrived at his family’s ball was a mystery he longed to unravel.
Had he been in full control of his faculties, he might have noticed how he was always a few degrees cooler when near her, how her hand felt not quite right beneath the silken gloves.
Now by the balcony, for a private word in the moonlight… when did they leave the balcony and reach the lily pond? No matter. They were alone in the cool air, the bustle of the party distant now, the sound of frogs in the pond accompanying them.
That her skin seemed to glisten rather than softly glow in the dim light did not reach him.
She pulled him close, those full lips eager for a kiss…
And the cold, clammy touch hit him. But it was too late.
As he jerked away, tried to run, his legs would not support him. They felt weird. He stumbled, gasping up at her, her eyes were wider now, her smile getting larger, as the world seemed to rush up at him…
And now, pulled free of the pile of what were once his clothes, Antonio stared into her true face. “My new prince,” she smiled, her voice now undertoned for a bass gurgle. Her hand closed around his now tiny body. Long webbed feet kicked desperately. “My prince… for the rest of your life.”
Free-forming for today’s character. At first, I just wanted to draw a semi-cartoonish chubby-cute girl and see where it went. A hoop-dress came to mind. And then I realized I was being a bit influenced by the work of Amanda Lafrenais aka “littlefroggies”, and I thought about the old tale of the Princess and the Frog, and then Circe came unbidden to mind as a way to pervert the old tale…

30 DAYS, 30 CHARACTERS

DAY 7

Antony couldn’t remember ever being so enraptured by a woman. This strange masked lady who arrived at his family’s ball was a mystery he longed to unravel.

Had he been in full control of his faculties, he might have noticed how he was always a few degrees cooler when near her, how her hand felt not quite right beneath the silken gloves.

Now by the balcony, for a private word in the moonlight… when did they leave the balcony and reach the lily pond? No matter. They were alone in the cool air, the bustle of the party distant now, the sound of frogs in the pond accompanying them.

That her skin seemed to glisten rather than softly glow in the dim light did not reach him.

She pulled him close, those full lips eager for a kiss…

And the cold, clammy touch hit him. But it was too late.

As he jerked away, tried to run, his legs would not support him. They felt weird. He stumbled, gasping up at her, her eyes were wider now, her smile getting larger, as the world seemed to rush up at him…

And now, pulled free of the pile of what were once his clothes, Antonio stared into her true face. “My new prince,” she smiled, her voice now undertoned for a bass gurgle. Her hand closed around his now tiny body. Long webbed feet kicked desperately. “My prince… for the rest of your life.”

Free-forming for today’s character. At first, I just wanted to draw a semi-cartoonish chubby-cute girl and see where it went. A hoop-dress came to mind. And then I realized I was being a bit influenced by the work of Amanda Lafrenais aka “littlefroggies”, and I thought about the old tale of the Princess and the Frog, and then Circe came unbidden to mind as a way to pervert the old tale…

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