A tall, lanky human figure hustled through a large marketplace. His fiery short hair hidden by the hood of a cloak.  His breathe frozen by the cool winter air.  Two cows followed close behind him, tethered by a rope. The figure was tall and his features were thin and delicate. A pouch of gold jingled lightly as he walked.  He had one hand pulling the cows and another clutched across his stomach.  As he neared the edge of the marketplace he quickened his pace, winding through the old cobblestone streets and alleys.  He eventually came to the edge of town and tied the cows to a tree for the time being. He seemed to murmur to himself as he stumbled clumsily into a thick part of the surrounding woods. The figure soon collapsed after walking a few yards. He began to change, his clothes disappearing and his skin beginning to harden and form scales.  He grew twice his human size and sprouted wings from his back and claws from his fingers.  Within moments a fully grown dragon lay in silent pain on the woodland floor. The trees overhead and tall bushes was all that kept him separate from the village of dragon-hating humans.