Arkain groans in pain from the cold with each step forward he takes.  He suddenly feels what he thinks is the wind and snow start to pick up dramatically. A blizzard and no shelter in site. This is very bad. He has to find shelter. He can feel the cold make him weaker and weaker. He stumbles and falls to the ground. He lays there exhausted shivering and breathing very hard from the cold. He has to get up or he will freeze to death. He pushes up to his knees. He notices something odd about his skin. Its still green, not as dark as usual but if its as cold as he thinks it is, it would be allot paler. NO! This can not be real. What he is seeing has to be an illusion. But how to fight it. He HAS to believe its not real. He bends down and wraps his arms around his chest and his tail around his body. He focuses his thoughts. He focuses hard about where he just was. He starts to repeat to himself. "This is not real. This is just an illusion." He repeats it. Each time he repeats it he repeats it with more and more determination.