Amara was grouchy when he took the sky in his dragon---his true---form. It was a beautiful summer day, the air warm, birds chirping, and not a cloud in the sky. In other words, it was the perfect day to curl up on his hoard and nap. And seeing that had eaten a handful of cows the three days ago, he could nap for a couple of days without requiring more food. But, unfortunately, it was the day that he had to go collect his tributes from some village. At least he would be adding some more gold and shinys to his collection. A what could be called a fanged smile graced his face. Gold would make this hour flight form his lovely cave to some stupid valley worth his while. He circled three times above the village before letting out a roar and some fire (figuring keeping the mortals frightened would result in more money). He then dove to the ground and landed by what could be called the village entrance. It took only a couple of seconds before his body began to be shrouded in a white glow and his form shrank into his human like form. He strutted into the village with ease, offering frightened onlookers fanged smiles. When he made it to where the gold was normally collected for him was kept a frown and a look of annoyance crossed his face. There was no gold, and instead an admittedly beautiful women standing in the area where gold should be. He crossed his arms, "Where is my gold?" He asked, staring directly at the girl. He didn't bother hiding the growl in his voice or keeping it down. Let the humans be frightened. He did not miss an opportunity to nap for nothing.