The moment the Blood Dragon had heard the boys say how impossible it was for him to be there, simply for him being captured? Gore couldn't stop the faint yet oddly cute growl that escaped his lips. It seemed that he genuinely didn't think that -he- was captured by normal means. Why did these [i] pests [/i] think that he was someones catch. Even if he was, he didn't like having them rub it into his snout. Fighting a group of enemies that he wasn't familiar with was hard enough, couldn't they understand that!?
Watching them both, the ancient Dragon simply scoffed and let out another oddly cute reptilian sound. It wasn't hard to tell that these two were terrified of whom was towering over them. Just the way they acted was enough, let alone Sigmund who yelled what he had. The mystic teal eyes of his owners new investment never left them when she spoke to him of who they were. After she had told him that they were the right two that he was supposed to meet, anyone could tell that the tense Dragon started to relax. He had to protect Rosa at all costs, letting his guard down wasn't something he could afford to do.

Watching the older brother seem to give off the demanding aura toward his mistress, the Dragon seemed to not like someone commanding his owner. Lightly snapping his jaws shut, he positioned himself closer to his owner. 
Their reaction to him was normal though..Gore may not have known how they depicted him, he got this reaction often in his time with these..humans.. They often always stared in fear and awe. Most tried to cover up how afraid they were and that just annoyed the hell out of the Dragon even more. Was fear that troublesome to these pests? Gore always considered it to help, not hurt. Fools believed that the absence of fear made you strong. Fear kept warriors alive. it made the senses analyze even more in conflict and if one could master it? You would stop hesitating, and act even more quickly to prevent yourself or someone else from getting hurt. Dragons had to learn that at a young age..

After a moment of staring off with the two brothers, the now owned Dragon seemed to scoff once more at whether or not the'd drop their weapons. They seemed to have trouble with the local wildlife, how would they handle the Blood Dragon? With a shrug, the Dragon slowly started to head back toward the fire he made, making sure to not crush anyone in the process. Not shifting right away, he instead decided to rest at the bonfire he created, letting his tail coil around a tree so he had room to lay there. The mystic teal eyes that the Dragon had watched with intent at the dancing flame in front of him.
When the humans all looked at him, Gore simply huffed, uncoiling his tail. Sitting upright, the large Dragons form slowly started to shift and change. The sounds of him changing forms didn't sound too pleasant and one would even think that it was hurting him. 
Once changed, Gore sat where he initially was, looking at the flame. After a moment, he turned to look at the brothers.

"..Aye, 'tis -really- me.." With a soft sigh, he looked down. "As it seems, my mistress had bought me on a whim..So I will tell the tale of my prior owners if that is acceptable." Looking over them, he started to talk about how they either shared a rather large room with him to make sure he was where they needed him to be. Or how they kept him outside.
"My kind cannot retain this..[i] form [/i] long..Each Dragon is different in how long they can continue to stay in such a pat-" Gore quickly stopped himself, coughing. It seems he considered the form with much disdain. "Some can remain for hours, others? Days.. If one of my brothers and sisters are forced to remain in such forms for too long.." Gore seemed to stop talking, clenching his claws into fists. How could they possibly understand!? Knowing how they were, they would most likely use the information he'd give them to hurt him.
"..'Tis merely something you nay wish upon your worst enemy..That is all that needs said.. Beyond that, Dragons are usually used as transportation or ways to settle disputes. If you humans have not changed your ways in the years, I can be used to settle major conflicts if the other human has a Dragon of their own.. I cannot serve anyone other than my mistress."

Looking over at Rosa, the Blood Dragon made sure to look into her eyes. 
"Her word is final.. That is not to say that your kind are rather..twisted. I cannot fight others of your kind. If they force me to do something, I cannot resist. If I do, they can do whatever they wish to me. It is dangerous to leave Dragons alone in public.." Taking another moment, the Blood Dragon seemed to try and calm himself down. Whatever was going through his head couldn't have been good. After a minute, he sighed and continued.
"However if my mistress is with me, she can have me avoid any conflict by ordering me at her will..I am safest when I am with you, Rosa. I can defend you and protect you until my last breath, however..If you are to order me to end a life, especially without reason? Execution is the punishment for a Dragon who harms a human.."

"If I may, mistress..where will you be keeping me?" asked Gore with a bit of a confused tone. Did she want to keep him outside of the city? It'd be harder to take care of her that way.
"Hah, does worry fill your heart on whether or not your neighbors shall accept the Blood Dragon in their lands? You could always hide me. In the past, my owners have often done their best to hide my true self by tying my hands in bandages.. My horns are more difficult to hide, but with a proper hat or wrapping, they can be hidden rather well. How else was I to be transported here in ancient days before your flying contraptions..Ships that traveled the water often forbid killers of your kind to stay off for..obvious reasons..Such frail creatures..locked inside a vessel with me, nay is it a wonder as to why though. 'tis normal for one to fear for their lives.." There was clearly a story to tell from what he was referencing, but didn't seem to go on with it.

Looking at the brothers again, the Ancient Dragon couldn't help but smirk. They didn't stop looking at him through a majority of what he was saying.
"..If I may, Mistress..why is it they continue to look at me as they do.." Asked her dragon in a curious tone, oblivious to just how people saw him.