So you changed into a big scaly fifty foot long flamebreather
whilst getting sucked through the wormhole to the new world.
You came out in a foul rotten mood,not because of any 'dragon' instincts dealing with greed,lust for gold and all that
but because your growth spurt had ripped to shreds that expensive Giodana gown you'd been wearing when you started to transform.
A priceless eye catching $10,000 Giodana original.
So not surprisingly you came out of the portal spewing forth fire and talons out,looking to claw any old ladys you came across.
Luckily there weren't any because you'd come out three thousand years in the future,the 51rst century
aboard one of the dragon crewed ships that haul cargo back and forth across the Great Draekon Empires planets
and orbiting factories.