The attack came quickly. A shifting of movement followed by a relentless blast of ice. Genrit'khaath barely woke in time to even react. The power and intensity of the dragon's breath was greater than he had ever experienced, catching him completely off guard as he was engulfed in ice. A seething rage burst from him as he struggled and built up his powerful flame. But something was suddenly... Missing. The flame did not come with its usual strength. He panicked, the chill of the ice sinking deep into him, locking him in place. He could not move, could not speak, and could not breathe.

Within moments, Genrit was completely frozen, locked in time. In only a few minutes, his body completely ceased to function. The last thing he saw was the intruder watching him smugly through the ice, knowing that they had bested him with ease. A rage that he had never felt before was only amplified by the fear of death. But none of that mattered as he slipped away, losing consciousness.

Darkness.

Cold and empty, stretching on for infinity. Every moment devoid of any experience as non existence overtook Genrit.

It's over.



[b]CRACK. BOOM. CRACK.[/b]

The ice around Genrit is destroyed in a display of complete destruction, ice and stone alike falling about him and crumbling against the floor. Genrit's body does the same as it slumps to the ground with a deep thud, limp and lifeless. For all intensive purposes, in this moment he is dead. There is a long moment of silence as he lays there motionless. But a spark of warmth comes from inside of him, slowly building up and overcoming the freezing cold. His hind leg twitches, claws creating deep gashes in a nearby chunk of ice.

Life.

A wing shudders and his leg twitches again.

Life.

A pained gasp comes from deep within his throat, the warmth returning.

Life!

Genrit's eyes snap open and his jaws widen. A blood curdling roar erupts from his mouth. It sounds nothing like the deep, proud roar that his race are associated with. Instead, this is raw terror, high pitched shrieks of pain as his body attempts to restore itself. He thrashes in place, his limbs lashing out blindly and digging into anything nearby, his muscles screaming in agony as he moves them for the first time in over 400 years. Even with his eyes open he barely even registers his surroundings as he thrashes, throwing his body against the floor over and over again.

Just as he appears to regain some control and roll over onto his stomach, shakily lifting himself onto his feet and digging his feet into the mixture of ice and rock below him, a heavy retch escapes his throat. Half melted ice spews out from inside of him, making him reel in disgust and fall over once more, screaming in pain again. A massive burst of white flame escapes his mouth, singing the stone that it touches and melting the ice. His entire body is shivering in pain, fear, and rage.

As his flame dies out he finally lays still on the ground, breathing heavily in exhaustion. His body shivers weakly and he lets out small whines every so often. He hasn't even noticed the other presence in his home, let alone the actual state of his home, too shocked by his own condition to see anything else.

Life...