A chill like no other crept across his exposed belly. Eyes like burning embers wearily popped themselves open, met by a blue-white darkness. Jaws creaked like old metal as they flexed, throat glowing as he spat out a small red ball. Arching heavily through the air, the loogied object hit the ground not more than a few centimeters from his face. The snow hissed from the impact, the ball flickering with a weak light before its tiny flame was dashed by the cold, leaving behind a shiny metal sphere. With a dazed groan, the furry reptilian slowly drew himself up on all fours, feeling the aches and the burns darting through his muscles with every move that he made. He tried to pull himself to his two feet, only to find that his legs would not work that way. His head burned in the icy freeze, and his vision wavered in the dim lighting. He tried to shake the dizziness away before looking down at himself. His arms were scaleless, yellowish, his wings-- a second of panic pulled through him, and he whirled around, spine twisting as he tried to peer across his back. His large scaly wings were gone, replaced by a single stubby, thinly haired bat wing that was riddled with holes. Confusion filled him for a few moments, before he finally realized what had happened. So, that's just how bad he had been beaten, was it? The beast turned himself around, gazing at his strange surroundings. A cave of ice and snow, tunnels branching off of it every which way. His breath fogged in columns before his face, and he stepped from toe to toe as he felt the cold slipping deeper into his flesh. What a place to get thrown into! He had no idea where he was, or how exactly he'd gotten there; this was no place he'd ever seen before. The landscape had glitched out around him, and the massive monstrosity dwelling within had decided to throw him across the world? Or perhaps he'd been out so long that the tunnels under his homeland have frozen solid for the winter. But...was that where he was when the air itself had gone bonkers? Perhaps he was dreaming; he did feel really sleepy. He took a wearied breath, gaze flicking between the tunnels. A tired hum danced in his lungs, helping him to pick a path. Tail tossing snow out from behind, he began to waddle his way down one of the frozen corridors.