His skin crackled with energy, electricity running in rivulets through his golden fur and streaming through the cascade of blonde hair. It singed his feathers and burnt his skin but also sped his heart in such an addicting way. Rain lashed him, biting his skin with miniascule fangs and wetting him past the depth of his skin. Wind tossed him across the sky, sliding along his wings in an effort to throw him violently to his death, but oh how he relished every out of control moment! A storm of epic proportions raged around him as he soared, equally dropping and rising upon the currents of deranged air flows. A gale of laughter broke from his lungs, sounding like thunder as it bounced about the heavens. He felt alive! With each spike of lightening a gale of laughter would boom from his lips, a thunder of itself.