[img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/199971497249472512/1065442307337359380/gorgeous.png[/img][hr][indent]As the frog stepped forward onto the beach, two things became clear:

1. It was clearly not used to moving on land. It flopped forward awkwardly with its wings, trying to balance itself but failing rather miserably, due to its lack of front legs.
2. It had other ways to move.

The frog braced up, its eyes glancing every which way, before springing forward with a powerful leap. It crashed into the greenery, right where the group just was. The snapping of trees and crushing of dirt bore a not-so-gentle indicator of what would’ve happened had they stayed in place.

Most everyone had managed to put a good deal of distance between themselves and the frog, save for one:

Victor and Frankie were [i]not[/i] ready for how uncooperative an unconscious Sofia could be. As they hefted her up and began moving, her muscles jerked, throwing herself back onto the ground. And as Victor bent over to pick her up once more, the frog demonstrated its final frog trait:

Its tongue.

The creature opened its 10-foot maw, slime dripping from its lips. A huge fleshy blur spring from its jaws and slammed into Victor from over 30 feet away, sending him splashing into the spring. Unlike a normal frog’s tongue, however, this one appeared to be prehensile, like an elephant’s trunk. The tongue [i]spun[/i] around Sofia and gently rolled around her, wrapping her up like a burrito. Then, it slowly retreated, until Sofia was entrapped inside its mouth.

One of Sofia’s arms dangled outside her fleshy prison. It was at this point that she decided to wake up. Muffled screams sounded from inside the frog, and the single arm any one of them could see began to claw at the frog’s lips.[/indent]