Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20180618210418/@comment-26863232-20180713025021

Ravien struggles, but soon his efforts are proved futile. Slowly he is slowed, and the lava inside him begins to cool into stone. Soon, he raises his paw in a desperate attempt to cut you, but his limbs freeze. He snarls, he stretches, he scrapes desperately at the ground, dragging himself. Fire laps at his paws but does nothing to save his dexterity.

"N-No..." he mutters to himself. "This is.... not how it... no....." His hindlegs are essentially dead weight, and his back is like wood. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on reigniting a fire to warm himself up. A burning tree nearby crashes down, sending ash and dust flying everywhere, but it does nothing to help Ravine escape his tomb of stone. He opens his mouth to try get the last laugh, but his muzzle turns to stone.

Ravine is nothing now but an antler-scarred stone gargoyle, awkwardly in a crawling position with its eyes wide with horror and its mouth in a forced grimace.