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Poisoned - Isabella Version
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AxiomTFSitting alone, Isabella breathes in the fresh summer air. A gentle breeze is blowing around the area, as the tree leaves rustle softly amidst the sound of birds chirping in the distance. On their knees, the dragon leans in close to a small flower, its stem pushing upwards out of the dirt, though with its petals still closed up – this one was still in its infancy, though was sure to blossom soon enough. They brush their clawed finger gently by it, looking at it as a mother might do with her child, with golden rays of sunshine casting a soft glow upon their garden. They go to put on a thick pair of gloves they used whilst outside for messier jobs, pulling them out of their trusty gardening box, which was also filled up with various tools and seeds. Slipping them onto their fuzzy hands, they notice a hole had appeared upon the fingertip of their left index, and with the fabric starting to fray in other areas, they assumed that this pair didn’t have much more life left in them. They didn’t mind for now, though, as they were sure they’d be perfectly sufficient for the task at hand.
They had recently taken an interest in gardening – the weather had been rather exquisite as of late, and they were thoroughly seizing the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine whilst it was around. Isabella knew very well that these things tend to pass one by all too soon, and plus, it had been a good while since they had tried out something new like this. Reaching over to grab their trowel, they hear a ‘ping’ emanating from their trouser pocket – normally they wouldn’t wear them, though getting grass stains and dirt in their fur didn’t sound too appealing to them either. They reach into their pocket, pulling out their phone to see that they’ve received a text from an unknown number. Reading it over a couple of times, they double check that this wasn’t one that they were familiar with, before replying to the rather unconventional greeting that the owner of said number had sent them.
Hey puddin’
Hello, who is this? I don’t have your number ^v^”
Awww come on sugga, you don’t know your own bestie?
I think you might have the wrong number, sorry.
Yeah right, hehe! Anyways, wanted to tell ya that I was thinkin of us doin that job around next month.
What job? Idk what you’re on about
Oh don’t play coy with me, you know the one – see ya then ;)
Isabella's brow furrows, trying to work out whatever this person was trying to say – had one of their friends gotten a new number? Or was it some kind of joke they’d forgotten about? Either way, they didn’t dwell on this for too long, as they put down their phone and get back to what was at hand – their beautiful garden! Beside them are a collection of plants that they’d picked up from a local plant nursery; a nice selection of Bromeliads which had petals that spanned a wide range of the colour spectrum, though most of them had a warm magenta hue to them. Towards the back of the garden, where Izzy currently kneels, is a section which was looking rather bare at the moment, and would therefore be the perfect spot to plant their new flowers! Upon pushing their trowel into the dirt, however, they are met with some resistance they weren’t expecting to encounter.
Pulling their trowel back, they lean in closer to the patch that they had tried to bury into, reaching into the soil and expecting to remove a rock or something of that nature, but instead… ow! She quickly pulls back, looking down at their finger as the tip starts to bleed a bit, the redness soaking into their short cream fur – something had gone through the hole in their glove. Glancing down once more, they can see a sharp, prickly vine that’s half-buried in the soil. It’s an unnatural shade of green – much brighter and saturated than any weed they had seen before, which multiple razor-sharp spines protruding from it all over. It was rather unpleasant to look at, and its appearance worried them – what if it was going to strangle all of the plants that they had just put here? It needed to be removed soon, that was for sure, as they make a mental note to purchase some weed killer along with a thicker pair of gloves – the ones that they had wouldn’t suffice for a job like this, and they certainly didn’t fancy the prospect of getting cut-up whilst de-weeding their lovely garden.
After moving to another section of the garden, which was also looking rather sparse for décor, Isabella plants their new Bromeliads there instead, not wanting to deal with the unpleasant weed situation for the time being. The day goes by, with the sun sailing slowly across the sky until it hangs just above the horizon at sunset, basking the sky in an orange blanket. Satisfied with their work, they call it a day and heads back inside, eventually going to bed, and forgetting about the weed that had irked them earlier in the day.
A couple of days pass by, though Isabella had been consistently putting off going to buy the pair of gloves they had told themselves to purchase, or in fact, doing anything about the invasive weed at all. Instead, they had spent much of their time moping about their room, feeling strangely disenfranchised about going back out to do their gardening. They couldn’t put their still sore (and ominously green) finger on it, and had instead opted to stay indoors and hope that their old enthusiasm would come rushing back to them soon.
But it didn’t.
As the hours went by, and without their realisation, their body had been changing. From the point that their finger had been pricked, that green shade had begun to soak into their short fur, travelling down and enveloping their entire left hand. Their claws had been dulled into feminine fingernails, with the green fur miniaturizing until nothing but the also green-coloured skin was left behind. It was soft to the touch, and as the old wound healed, it spread up the length of their arm until arriving at their shoulder blade when they received another text from their mysterious friend.
Heyyyyyy!!!
Hi.
I’m out in town rn, thinkin of hittin up a convenience store, want in?
Nah, I’m okay.
Jeez whats been bummin you out hun, ya aint yourself these days – come on itll be fun!
Another time, maybe. I just want to be alone at the moment.
And with that, they cast down their phone, and take their second nap of that day. As they rest, their hair starts to extend, changing into a shimmering, ruby red colour. The whites of their eyes take on a subtle green tint, whilst their iris’ become a deeper shade of green - much like their new skin, which has been spreading steadily across their torso as they rested, and eventually made its way over to their other arm and consumed it. Their fur had was being shed as the invasive greenness took over, like a lawnmower passing over and cutting down their fur as if they were blades of grass. For now, with both of their arms having now been altered, the changes that had occurred thus far looked symmetrical and even, and Isabella was none the wiser to it. As far they knew, nothing had happened at all in fact – they’d always looked this way, and there was nothing of importance to note about their appearance.
The next morning, Isabella stirs awake, feeling much different than they had been. It was a welcome sensation – the sensation of excitement... maybe they should go outside and seize the chance, they think to themselves, hoping that in doing so, this sudden burst of motivation would last. They scurry down the stairs, heading through the rooms downstairs and out into the garden. The warmth of the sun greets them like an old friend, as the cosy rays it emits makes their fur feel all fuzzy. However, this pleasantness is dampened upon being greeted with a horrid sight.
Almost the entirety of their garden had been… overrun. What was once a small weed, buried under the ground had burst out, wrapping its jagged vines around the other plant life in the garden and consuming it all like a virus. Most of them looked dead, or at the least, a very unhealthy brownish-green colour, as the vines had stolen all of the water that they needed to survive for itself – not even Isabella's new Bromeliads had been spared during their absence. What kind of plant even is this? They wonder this to themselves, as they approach it with a mixture of caution and curiosity. It did have a macabre sort of beauty to it that couldn’t be ignored; its raw power and speed of growth seemed strangely… admirable to the dragon. Things like this are only natural too – in the wild, only the strongest species survive after all, and the weak must adapt or be eradicated. There’s no point in trying to tame such a thing and limit it unnecessarily… so maybe it would be best to instead raise it? To help it grow?
Days tick by, and as each one went past, Isabella was spending them all out in their garden like before, though in this case, spending this time with an entirely different mindset. The vines grow and spread at an alarming rate, now sprawling all over their lawn with the vines beginning to bloom carnivorous flowers that attracted insects to them, only to seal their doom upon entering their maw. Isabella, meanwhile, had developed a much slenderer figure, with their waist curving inwards whilst their legs looked thinner to match their new arms. Their body was now undoubtably feminine, with a decent amount of musculature built up too. Ever so slowly, their chest had been pushing outwards, as a pair of breasts developed whilst their muzzle flattened and separated into a distinct nose and mouth. Their lips had become slightly plumper, their simple reptilian ears expanding out into a more humanoid shape. Any fur that had been clinging onto them had gone by now, leaving Isabella looking more like a mutated human over a strange dragon.
Many would be inclined to label the plant that Isabella had been allowing to grow as ‘poisonous’, or even ‘deadly’. Sure, they could be that, though only to those who didn’t understand them. To Isabella, that’s all that these beautiful things were – misunderstood. Helping to nurture and care for them was something they had been taking great pride in recently, and it truly pained them to think that they hadn’t been doing that for so long. However, the past was done with, and now, they… no, she could start to make things right.
Weeks had now transpired since Isabella had been pricked upon the finger, and to her, this seemed like ancient history by now. The person that they once were seemed distant, and totally alien to the woman they had become – that they always were, deep down. Along with the changing of the dates, so too had the interior of their home changed and flourished. Encouraging them to grow, the vines had spread into their living room, latching onto their walls, and uprooting the carpet, not even the house could withstand these mighty vines. Zeydaan had also opted to undergo a bit of an identity rework, too. Truthfully, they had never really been fond of their name, feeling that it didn’t reflect them much at all. After mulling over it for some time, they concluded on something far more fitting – Dr. Pamela Isley. So simple, yet so fitting for a woman of her nature. Wearing a new deep green jacket with lime highlights, and a pair of tights coloured similarly, she was dressed to kill, and had definitely come to the natural conclusion that green seemed to be her go-to colour.
Its time!!! Be at yours in 5 <3
She smiles to herself – Harley never ceased to amuse her. Sitting upon their armchair, she awaits her arrival, a vine coiled around her which she was currently using as a placemat to hold her tea. This peace was eventually interrupted upon Doctor Isley’s front door being kicked open – she didn’t bother turned around to see who could’ve done that, as of course, she was already well aware. “Hey Ives! It’s time, ya all ready to go?” she asks with a crazed grin, her eyes wide with adrenaline and anticipation. Poison Ivy gets up, setting the teacup in her hand down upon its saucer and cracking her knuckles. “Of course, I’ve been ready for ages now – it took ya long enough to get here, now let’s head out!” She replies, striding forward as the two villains leave the house, getting ready to cause some mayhem in the city.
“You been up to much lately hun?” Harley asks, as the two head down the street. “Oh, nothing much, just cultivating my lovely garden as usual – some nasty generator got installed besides me the other day. It was spitting out fumes and causing a real racket, and of course I can’t have such a vile atmosphere for my lovely vines, so I took care of it. Plus now my plants have a new place to spread! Maybe that’ll teach those people not to install such horrid things around me.” She explains, flicking her head to the side as to get her hair out of the way. “Hehe – I’ll sure it’ll make them think twice for sure Ives!” Harley adds on, as their chosen target lies ahead of them – the city bank. With both of them at the ready, they brace for an action-filled day, and they were counting on a good old-fashioned fight.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Humanoid
Gender Non-Binary
Size 3200 x 1944px
File Size 3.83 MB
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