A dragon needed four things to be happy. A lair, a mate, minions, and a horde. These were fundamental truths of dragon kind that were now burning into my brain. And so did the dragon simply philosophy of ownership: want, take, have. Of course if any took from me, they'd be ashes. Yes I understood. I knew this was the draconic instincts taking charge, overwhelming my human social mores, and no more human instincts to stand in their way... but I didn't care. The power, the agelessness, the might, the status... It sickened me to think I'd been one of these hairless apes before, well, not anymore thanks to my wish of everyone accepting my wishes as normal.
And no one paid the very tell blue dragon who had been examining himself before. I could wish for everything a dragon needed out of thin air... but for Tiamat's sake... where was the fun in that? Where was the thrill of reshaping the world? I wondered what wishes that old woman herself had made with this almighty ring. She'd have not given this up, if she feared anyone using it against her, or had anything left she desired herself.
Whatever the case, she'd given he the ring now, and I was going to use it with relish. This was my fun and games!
A dragon needed a horde... an I'd make one right here. So many people around me, just waling about doing their daily lives. But first,
"I wish those I changed into works of art aren't dead, but are aware and conscious as works of art with senses, but ONLY remember BEING works of art, and have no desire to be transient flesh. And those who I transformed into works of art I'd be the recognized legal owner of. And unless I'd say otherwise, all my statues would be nudes."
Then I looked at a couple walking by, and, "I wish they'd turn into golden statue of them kissing."
And a instant later, the two's clothes vanished and they turned to each other, the man and the woman embracing each other and began to kiss passionately, ignoring all the world around them as they became a single mass of solid gold, underneath them was a base that read 'The Kiss', listing the creator as me.
Next was a single mother and her child, who I wished the mother to become a centaur frozen in stone in mid-gallop, with her child frozen in a stone laugh of joy riding her. The end result looking like something out of classic greek artwork. The sculpture's name being 'The Joy.'
Next I spotted a sulking teenager smoking weed not caring who saw him. I was going to fix that. I wished for him to be a solid jade female naga of sorts, but with multiple arms. One set cupping her very generous breast, another set raised above her head like she was dancing. Her hair done up like a pair of chopsticks, with her last set of hands on her hips, her face a still image of pure elastically. This work of art was named the 'Temptation In Jade.'
And this was just the beginning.
True it would take work to pick up my prizes and take them all back to my house, that would become my lair... but that was part of the process of a dragon collecting his horde I was going to enjoy.