ORIGIN

It was time to move on from Eridanus. Ghanyarah had gone and visited the jungle room, and his sojourn had yielded nothing but disappointment. He hadn't received the answers or information he had gone there seeking, and Dragon's speak of the eyes being horrifying and hungry remained no more than rumors. Besides, he felt he couldn't stomach the presence of those pesky cats anymore, so his departure from Eridanus had been brisk and eager. Instead of following the now familiar icy tunnel back to his own swampy home, Ghanyarah had taken a different path, enjoying the scenery as he passed through the tunnels. He hadn't entered them before - they weren't the tunnel he had taken when he encountered the fungus monkey, but even so, he was larger and anybody he passed by seemed to regard him with a modicum of respect.

But it wasn't enough for the reptile. He was left feeling empty, like he'd been cheated of a great reward after summoning the courage to leave Cetus all on his own. He wanted to experience the outside world. For once in his life, he wanted to feel something, and while it was nice not being chased as if he were prey, Ghanyarah found those interactions to be dreadfully boring. Now that he was free of the bonds of Cetus, he wanted more. The doe's story wore heavy on the back of his mind; a Prince trapped in his home by his nefarious enemies, wanting no more than freedom, to rule and control- the more he thought about it, the more he came to realize the differences between himself and the Prince in the story were almost nothing. The Prince was him - and he was the one trapped in his home by the ones that wanted him dead. Predators.

Not this time. He wanted a taste of that life; he wanted to be the one that others feared for once. And when he traveled through the tunnel to Orion, then to the room of bones known as Canis, he knew what he had to do. It was obvious that this tunnel was well traveled, and even more so that the room he had just entered was occupied by a group of Gembounds, similar to he and the other Gembounds that lived in Cetus. He found himself wondering of the strength of these Gembounds - who were they, what did they do here? And more importantly, what would happen if he decided to tear up their home?

The lizard had scampered into the room, heading towards the center where the roof depressed down close to the floor. A large stretch of rock columns created a series of corridors and rooms that he was sure must have been inhabited; stopping, he took a quick glance around and noticed the pools of stagnant water that must have returned since the rains in Cetus stopped. With a devious rumble, Ghanyarah placed all his focus on the water, attempting to freeze it and warp it up and through the walkway.

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The water began to frost over, and all the moisture in the air began to collect over it; fronds of ice started to reach out and upward, quickly growing into thick, murky pillars. The hallway ahead of him gleaned a layer of slippery ice, and thin ice began to cover up the entrances of two rooms on either side of the hallway. For as long as he could concentrate, the ice thickened and creaked as it grew, slowly filling up the walkway and beginning to block passage through it. In the back of his mind, he remained wary of anybody approaching - he couldn't allow himself to be caught off guard while vandalizing this cave.

The reptile raised his head, squaring his legs as he elevated himself from the ground and watched his beautiful creations unfold out of thin air - literally. Ghanyarah wasn't forming the ice out of complete nothingness - he was wicking what little moisture existed in the air as well as utilizing the slowly recovering ponds, which would no sooner dwindle back to dry earth for as long as he could concentrate on his magic. His eyes narrowed, and he watched the ice slowly extend further outwards, occupying more and more space beneath the depression until it would solidify until a solid wall. The wall wasn't too thick in the middle - in fact, it was rather thin and fragile, and far more thick near the edges of the rocks. Still, it would be an annoyance to anybody that regularly traveled here.

Speak of the devil - he soon heard the shuffle of paws, the approach of another Gembound. The sound had caused Ghanyarah to sever his attention from the ice wall he was building in the chambers, adjusting his body to view the hyena that had emerged and stared in awe at the ice. However, she wasn't mad as he assumed she'd be - was she oblivious, or just blindly optimistic? Regardless of which trait it was, both amounted to her being terribly dumb for not noticing the komodo dragon's nefarious intentions (granted, Ghanyarah could just as easily be making a fool out of himself by not vandalizing the prized residence of another group, merely the front lawn of a potentially really dumb hyena - he'd take the chance and continue to assume a group of formidable foes lived here for the sake of his own pride).

Ghanyarah narrowed his eyes to agitated slits and sneered. "Oh, me? That's right, I'm the water delivery guy. ICE TO MEET YOU!" The dragon cackled and magic flared from his form; the atmosphere took a chill to it as frost swiftly began to gather on the hyena's fur, and he pulled at the water around and inside her body, intending to flash freeze her into a nice little hyena-cicle.