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A thunderous boom rattles across the thick air, followed quickly by a branching strike of lightning, as heavy storm clouds began to hover suddenly over the wilderness below. It's presence had not been felt over the nearby forest prior, having previously enjoyed a beautiful sunny day. The sun above gleamed her long rays of light over the trees, with the bright green conifers swaying in the calm breeze. The wildlife was simply minding its business, having mostly congregated by the large lake in the middle of the forest. There was not a single cloud that could be seen in the sky, nor the faintest signs of an abnormal weather weathers could be felt. 

Yet all would change in a matter of mere seconds, as a storm front happened to magically appear out of nowhere. Normally the scent of an approaching storm could be felt miles away, allowing the creatures to move for shelter in advance. Yet not a single one was prepared for this sudden change of events. Not when it formed directly over their heads Soon the wind began to pick up the pace, as a sudden gale howled through the trees, sending the nearby animals scattering for cover. The deer began galloping further into the woods towards higher ground, the squirrels scurry into their little hidey-holes within the thick trunks, and the birds fluttered rapidly for a way out. 

This was not your average storm. 

Suddenly, a giant three-headed dragon bursts through the storm clouds, as he issues a terrifying screech that echoes throughout the forest for miles around. The almighty God of Weather, Drakariós, has arrived. As he flew over the trees below, his massive wings casting a dark shadow below, he brings upon a heavy downpour of rain down on the unsuspecting forest. The rains quickly began to moisten the dirt, giving the flora its much needed sustenance. Yet the god wasn't here to water the plants. Ahead of him, some several kilometers away, a giant brown condor was flying ahead of him. It had been flying for several hours, relying on the wind patterns to rest his wings as he glided over the forest. But with the sudden disturbance that had been caused by Drakariós' arrival, he knew what was going to happen next. His wings had begun to flap as hard as he can in order to gain more speed, but the dragon behind him has been catching up to him. The condor can hear the cackling behind him, along with the approaching storm, as he tries to find an area in which to find cover. 

Suddenly, the condor felt something strike continuously on his back, as if an abnormally strong burst of wind is attempting to push him downwards. But much to his horror, it wasn't the wind patterns changing on its own. Drakariós' middle head had fired a beam of intense wind, in an attempt to knock it off balance and crash into the jagged trees below. Yet as it attempted to make a tight left turn in order to loose the monstrous dragon, a rogue lightning bolt struck the side of the right wing, electrocuting him and setting his wing a flame. With its balance and concentration compromised, the massive avian cries loudly as it takes a nose dive intro the trees below. It crashed into a number of large trees, slowing him down as he skidded across the forest floor. Within ten seconds tops, the giant condor had screeched to a bloody halt.

Its wings had been torn to shreds by the tree trunks ripping through its dark brown feathers, and his body was covered with splinters. As it laid weakly on the ground, with no strength left in his body, he glances to see the golden dragon land several meters away tower over the conifers. Within the dark haze, a lightning strike briefly revealed the creature's three heads as it began to slowly walk towards it. 

[b][color=f26522]"BAWAHA! WE GOT HIM NOW!"[/color][/b] roared Kai, the left head, as it cackles maniacally in delight, [b][color=f26522]"LETS EAT!"[/color][/b]

Several more steps later and Drakariós loomed ominously over the fallen avian, their mouthes watering over the sight of food plopped right in front of them. 

[b]"About time."[/b] growled Rós, the right head, [b]"We've been on this wild goose chase for a good twenty minutes. We're starved."[/b]

[color=fff200][b]"Indeed. It put up a valiant effort."[/b][/color] nodded Dra, the middle head, [b][color=fff200]"I wouldn't be surprised if the god of the hunt was testing our dexterity."[/color][/b]

With that said, the dragon plants his foot down on the condor's neck, crushing it as the bird made one last squawk before exhaling his final breath.

[b][color=fff200]"May his soul rest peacefully to satiate our famished form."[/color][/b] Dra announced as they begin to rip into their newly acquired food.