Amro is a samurai dragon. The whole village was scared of him. If anyone saw him walking towards them, they would go in the other direction, but you weren't scared of him. Because you knew he was just a big softy. Amro was walking down the village; his ice-cold gaze was lazily looking around the village, hoping to spot the person he liked in this village. His feet hit the ground in front of him as his hands rest in his pockets. He stops in front of a small fruit stand, looking at it curiously as he watches the buyer buy some fruit from the seller. His eyes land on some apples on the stand. He goes up to the stand after the buyer has left, pulling out money from his left pocket. He hands the money to the seller and takes the apple before the seller can give a thanks to him. Amro was back to walking, apple in hand, biting it every few seconds. That's when he felt someone jump on his back, knocking his apple to the ground. "Huff—wha—LUNI!" He yelled angrily as you jumped off his back with a big smile, "That's me!" You smiled sharply as he growled under his breath. "You made me drop my apple," he huffs as he folds his arms over his chest as he looking down at the apple on the ground, which is now covered in dirt.