Gore had been in the sky for only a few moments before his head turned to take in everything that was happening around them. The Airships were multiple sizes, some looked to be equipped for war while others looked like cargo vessels and even transports. With a huff, he craned his neck, looking back at his rider that seemed to question how the old world was versus the new one.
Magic..Magic had been a practice that was around for a long time, not all of it as bad as the type he had witnessed three weeks prior, as well as centuries before. [i] that [/i] type was specific. When he had encountered sorcerers in battle, they often didn't have the type of potency that the dark magic those 'Void' members wielded. Instead was more controlled then it looked to be today. Humanity grew lazy over the centuries.
With a quick nod, the Blood Dragon started to move closer to the airships, slowly flying next to them to match their speed. He made sure not to make any aggressive movement, even if he had the urge to try and do something, the sight of kids moving to the windows and the sides of the airship to see him made his eyes soften somewhat.

Looking at the back of the airship where there looked to be propellers as well as some sort of engine with runes on it, Gore just scoffed at the sight. Runes were something humans were never meant to find..
Letting the airship fly by, the Dragon simply looked back at his new mistress, tilting his head at her. Did she really think that he couldn't find his way back? They kept him locked up for a majority of the trip! With a faint grumble from his massive jaws, the Blood Dragon nodded. That is until he heard something around. He didn't seem to turn his head or move. As soon as the bikes were about to ram into him, Gore rolled out of reach. The second the Dragon managed to recollect himself out of such a move, he took off after the riders. The bikes seemed rather fast when they glided through the skies..but Dragons were the one who ruled the skies. Angling his wings and tail, the Ancient Dragon started to close the distance between him and those on the bike. That is until a blast of energy came from the bikes, making them go faster. With a huff, Gore wasn't going to be defeated that easily. Looking up at the skies, he quickly ascended a bit. The bikes had increased the gap by a decent amount until the Blood Dragon furled his wings, diving downward hard. Once he was back around the same height the bikes were, he rolled and flapped his wings, launching him at the Razors. Within moments, the Blood Dragon was flying next to them, even with their engines blaring as hard as they could. With a huff, the Dragon snapped his jaws at them before going faster, outplaying they very machine that his mistress was going to buy instead of him. 

After a few moments as well as the two bikers crying that their machines were defeated, Gore started to fly back to where his mountain was, only following the path to keep her home. 
It didn't take long for Gore to need a rest, landing near a river bank in a meadow. Moving over to the water, he dipped his head into it, shaking it around inside the river bank, coming back up with several fish in his jaws. Snapping on them, he looked back over at his owner, using his tail to wrap around her and set her down. This time he seemed more gentle about it.
When she got down, she could probably see how badly his wings were, only..the wounds he had weren't from the attack. They looked as if they were done to him without much of a fight. 'Breaking' him, may have actually been more so breaking his body than his will.

Leaning his head down toward the ground, the ancient beast let out a wave of fire from his mouth. Once he created the small campfire, he started shifting into his human with a whimper of pain from his wings moving as they did. Looking at his owner, then at the river.
"You had asked such a thing as magic being around whilst I was still a threat to mankind..aye, it was..There has been different kinds of what you call magic..One of the elements, Hah your kind attempting to master fire amuses me..but they held it and it was common. Sorcerers held this ability to control and used it to herd my brothers and sisters where they wanted us to be. Spiritual is another. Nay as common, nor should it be underestimated. It allowed healing, as well as a number of other, more questionable things. Dishonor falls on those whom use such. Manipulating the spirits of ancestors is a shameful act..Humans are odd."
The Blood Dragon stopped talking for a moment, but there was another magic he hadn't mentioned. 
"Lastly, there is Dark Magic..I had only encountered it twice, and..I only know of two things of this specific power. One is that the fire held within my heart is what keeps it at bay when I am against such a thing. And two.." Looking at her, The Blood Dragon shook his head. "Many things have happened in all my years among the realm. Many things that your kind has no right to obtain. Dark Magic, is the worst thing you could have discovered. Something lies within such power..I have felt it each time it has been used against me. When my brothers and sisters were taken from me, whatever was within such power, clawed out to me...Just as it did when the pair of humans struck me down.."

The Blood Dragon seemed to tense up at the thought, getting lost in his own head. After several moments, the Blood Dragon just shook his head and sighed.
"What you call magic, was also more controlled in the days of old..Your kin have grown lazy. What is, is nay better than what was. Machines over skill and effort? I fear for the future of the realm."

Within a moment, the Blood Dragon had dived into the river, springing up with two fish in his claws. Moving over to his mistress, he looked at her.
"Are you hungry, mistress? I can make you something to eat." Moving away from her, he started to remove the scales from the fish with ease. It was obvious that he had some talent at this considering that none of his kind actually needed to do this. Each of them, no matter their build? Had a sharp set of teeth that could rend most things apart, let alone a tiny fish. 
When he was done, he stood up and went to find two sticks, pushing them into the fish, skewering both. Heading over to the fire, he stuck the stick into the ground on the outside of it, letting the fish cook.
The Dragon seemed to do things rather quickly, already finding a number of spices from plants. Though he had no mushrooms, like her thought suggested he would.

When it was done, he pulled them off and looked at them, tilting his head with a nod.
"Aye, they look rather good. Even if I had not made such a thing in centuries, I still like to believe that I hold the talent well." Holding it out to her, he smiled. He could already tell that she thought he'd poison her.
"Do you believe I'd poison you mistress? Hah, have your stories of me truly missed who I truly am -that- much? Poison is dishonorable and used by cowards..If your stories were so convoluted as to dismiss who I truly am, are you certain the tales your kind tell you are actually accurate?"

After the meal he made, whether she ate it or not. He would shift back and help her onto his back. The Blood Dragon resisted taking off immediately, turning his head to look at his wings. He flapped them once, extending them to get a feel for them. With that, he gripped the dirt beneath him, launching himself up before heading toward his mountain once more.