The vulture hadn't spoken to anyone in quite some time, preferring instead to spend the cycles to himself doing as many dangerous things as he could in an effort to have some kind of fun. Jumping into the twister in Monoceros had been his favorite - he'd become a good enough flier to be able to last for a minute or two and come out unscathed, but he still wore the scars of his training in the winds along his body.

He'd taken to wandering between Monoceros, Orion, and Canis, merely out of boredom, looking for something to do, but now, perhaps, his search was over. A scratchy roar from one of the tunnels alerted him to the presence of some kind of beast. A monster, perhaps? Something to really get his adrenaline pumping!

Without hesitation, he spread his wings and leaped into the air, soaring towards and into the tunnel, heart thumping with glee and excitement. The mound of white fur caught his eye quickly and he veered down, landing on a rock sticking out from the wall. "Hey there," he crowed. "Face me and tell me who you are!"

The vulture had expected some kind of talking back, maybe an answer or a rude remark or something...not a mindless, soundless dog tripping on their own feet. He fluttered back, a little surprised, but then opened his beak and led out a raucous laugh. "Dumbass!" He opened his wings and lifted from his spot, hovering over the strange canine.

It would be, well, not very smart to face it in a fight. He was, after all, a single bird. A large bird, yes, but this was a massive creature with three heads that all looked quite hungry. He could relate. Well, not on the physically hungry part but he was certainly hungry for a fight. He didn't care about the odds, nor the fact that this was a stupid, stupid idea. He just wanted to fight.

He pulled his wings in and dove, opening them a bit so he could pull up as he went by, intending on giving the dog a good slashing against his backside.

The vulture felt satisfaction when his claws met flesh. Yes, this was good. The dog was barking and howling and as one snapped at him, he fluttered away. His heart was racing and every nerve was alight with energy. This felt good. Really good. Why hadn't he been doing this more?

He initially intended on going straight at the same place, deepening the scratches he'd made, but he didn't want to do the same thing twice. No, it wasn't as fun that way. He wanted to go at the heads, but that would spell disaster, surely. Not right away, perhaps. Test the waters further. He pinpointed a spot near the shoulders that he'd go for next. He flapped his wings to that he could get a little higher, and then he dived.

He aimed right beneath the shoulder bones, just above where he'd made his previous scratches, opening talons to give the dog another good clawing.

His claws scratched again at the dog's back before fluttering out of reach. He huffed, a little annoying with himself. He wasn't doing any damage and he was probably only being a minor annoyance to the beast at the moment. It was time to do it, time to go straight for the face.

He banked, turning himself around, raising his head to target which of the heads he was going for. Probably the closest to him, he would try to play this one easy. With a twist and a flap of his wings, he was diving for the dog's head. Its jaws were open, but he set it off as a howl that he couldn't hear beyond the thrumming of his heart and the rushing in his veins.

But then, a blinding white let came shooting from the dog and Drake knew in an instant that he'd made a terrible mistake. He flared his wings and tried to roll out of the way, but he wasn't quick enough as the spell hit him square in the chest. He screamed as he fell from the sky and white hot pain laced through his entire body. Charred feathers scattered into the air as he dropped, slamming into the ground with a horrible snapping sound. He'd landed right on one of his wings. The vulture lay there, shocked and trying to adjust to the horrible pain.

Drake couldn't move. He couldn't see. Perhaps he would have cursed himself for being a really big moron but all he could think about was the pain. It was all consuming, it was burning, deep into his body, and he thought that this was the worst pain imagineable. Nothing compared to this, not the time he broke his leg when the Monoceros twister threw him into a wall, not the time he wrenched his shoulder trying to stop a hundred foot dive, never before. Until, of course, the jaws descended.

At first, he tried kicking out - a last ditch attempt to save himself or get some kind of revenge for his death, maybe scratch its nose enough or even just tear the nose right off, but it was poorly timed and poorly aimed. One of the heads clamped right onto his foot and ripped it right off. He opened his beak to scream, but just then, the middle head grabbed at his throat and tore it right out. All that came out was a gurgle as his eyes widened with shock. He thrashed, trying to fight, trying to do something against the jaws that were tearing every inch of him apart, but every struggle made him weaker as blood pooled on the ground. It was only a few seconds before he went limp, his consciousness shivering, blurring, and then blinking out like a light.

*exit