Araile Kiljik sat in her car at a gas station just outside the town of Hooveville she was currently homeless, living in her car. She sat looking at herself in the rearview mirror, she needed to go out into the forest and change for a little bit, maybe take to the skies and let out some steam. She was stressing out lately, feeling like an impending doom was headed her way. She was the last of her kind, that she knew of anyway, the last dragon shifter. She was always alert and cautious, but part of herself kept telling her mind to not worry so much, this was the 21st century and people didn't believe in her kind anymore, not enough to hunt her down. She got out of her car, slammed the door and locked it. Her tight black and red strapless dress hung to about mid thigh and she had on a pair of delicate sandals today, not really forest material shoes. She took them off, unlocked the car and threw them in the front seat, relocking the car she headed for the forest. She started to run as she felt the need for her dragon to be free rise up in her, she smiled and let out a whooping laugh as she changed within a second, she took to the skies completely oblivious that anyone might see her, and she didn't care just at the moment, she was tired of hiding and waiting for night, today she would enjoy the sun on her scales. 

She beat her wings slowly after a bit, gliding on the wind that flowed above the clouds, she realized that she was thirsty and let herself lose some altitude so she could land. She saw a river not to far from where she was now, and headed for it. When she landed she stayed as a dragon for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the dirt and grass beneath her claws, she rolled onto her back and exposed her belly to the sun. She almost felt childish, but it felt so amazing to finally feel free. She might be a beautiful human woman, but she found her dragon form more appealing at times.