Amir rolled from his position on his side to his stomach, letting his four wings flop to his soft hoard below him, composed mainly of fine fabrics, as well as several intricate woven metal figures. As he sighed, smoke twirled from his nostrils and collected at the top of his cave.
His life here was becoming stagnant, and he wanted change.
With a huff, he fluffed the feathers adorning his wings, and lazily dragged his claws through the fine sand in front of him, erasing his paw prints with small whorling designs. With another huff and a cloud of smoke, he flicked his upper pair of wings and got to his feet, careful not to let his horns drag against the roof of his cave.
"I am getting a bit too big for this one," He bellowed to the empty air around him, crouching and turning around in his small den. Sure, he would miss the sand, and the village that gave him items so generously, but he would have his hoard, and the change would be welcomed. He padded to the entrance of his cave, and placed his paws lightly against the edge of the cliff not far from where he emerged. Taking a deep breath, he pushed off and lurched into the cold night air, grinning as he fell, before opening his wings, one set at a time. With a well-practiced beat, he pushed himself high into the sky, remarking about the beauty of the sky in his head.
Soon, he fell into his usual pattern, tracing large, lazy circles in the sky around his mountain as he searched for something interesting. His nostrils flared as he focused on the different scents around him, and his light eyes scanned over hills rocky slopes for anything new. He opened his mouth wide, letting out a roar and watching gleefully as birds rose from their roosts below him, flying into the sky. He scented the air once more, hopeful that he had just smelled something new.
