Soaring over the crystal clear waters of the ocean, Rodan was in search of a whale to catch for the hungry Ghidorah. No, not hungry. STARVING. The three headed dragon had an appetite that could challenge that of Behemoth. A stinging cut on his chest was all the alien needed to get the message across that there better be food coming. Glancing down at it, he gulped nervously when he saw that it was still bleeding after two hours. Every second was probably a slight increase in the False King's anger. The Death Song of Three Storms could very well be raging with hunger by now. He hadn't heard any roars from the three headed dragon yet but, based on the storm clouds forming around the summit of his volcano, indicated they were not happy. Shaking a little, Rodan prayed he'd find something soon.

As he flew around searching for a pod of whales or something to bring to his Alpha, Rodan's mind wondered off to what happened between him and San last night. He had no idea what happened but his heart took the reins from his brain and then the next thing he knew he was kissing the left head of Ghidorah. It was a good thing that nobody saw that. He didn't need his reputation ruined anymore than what had went down three and a half years ago. But at the same time he wanted the whole world to know about how great it was. His emotions were running rampant inside of him. He didn't know he was supposed to feel. Delighted? Appreciated? Scared for his life? And how did San feel about it? There was only one thing certain in the prehistoric reptile's mind. He hadn't the slightest clue how or why but he was in love with the alien's left head. He loved him with all of his heart. Sighing, he closed his eyes to cherish the memory a little longer.

"Hey Rodan!" Scylla's voice startled the prehistoric reptile. Jumping out of his skin, he turned around to find the long legged creature tredding the water. Her tentacles squirmed around her mouth. Spying the wound on his chest, she asked, "What happened to you?" Snapping out of his thoughts about the events last night, the Fire Demon remembered the stinging cut. His orange blood was dripping down into the ocean below, sizzling in the water. Gulping, he lied, "I got into a tussle with a Kraken. Didn't even notice it until you pointed it out." He sighed with relief when he saw that Scylla believed his lie. Nodding her head, the other Titan was about to say something when both creatures heard a single roar, calling out to them and all the other Titans. It was unmistakably from the King of the Monsters himself. And his call at the moment could only mean one thing.

The Queen of the Monsters had given birth not too long ago.

"Come on! We better get going!" Scylla exclaimed, her face brightening up at the news. She started to tred the water even faster. Rodan longed to come along but he couldn't for two reasons. One, he had a monstrous alien to feed. Two, he didn't think he had much strength to get over to the King and Queen's lair or island home. Clearing his throat to get Scylla's attention, he murmured, "Uh, can you tell our King and Queen that I can't come? I'm not feeling the greatest at the moment. I'll try to visit soon." Nodding her head, the long legged Titan went on her way. Sighing heavily, Rodan went back to hunting.