The Blood Dragon had told his new owner that a Dragons senses are meant for the ancient ritual of the hunt. That when they were in the city of Desdemona, he could point out what others were doing from blocks away. It was no different than when he was in his true form either. The three whispering quietly among themselves when he was barely a few feet away? Seemed like a silly notion all together. Despite that, Gore did his best to tune out what they were saying out of respect for his owner. The Ancient Dragon had more manners than listening to a conversation he had nothing to do with. Instead, he settled at the fire without much more thought behind it. Who cared about what -they- had to say? Humans always rattled on with whatever crossed their tiny minds. Dragons? Hah they were -far- from that. Their dialect took time to speak out. More refined but also meant to be used when it was needed.. Gore did however speak when he was in his humanoid form due to the fact that these humans felt more at ease when he spoke to them. He wondered whether or not they thought he planned on killing them. The looks on the two boys he encountered that evening shown that much.

That is when they sat down and their eyes seemed to avert to him. They looked between him and his owner repeatedly as if they were sizing up just how much of a connection the Dragon and the Rose had with one another.
They [i] were [/i] right.. Gore was -very- protective over his owner. This girl..The very person who 'saved' him from that man known as Rorshe? Seemed to be the only one who didn't want to abuse owning him. Being put to death wasn't something the Blood Dragon wanted to go through, after all..it wouldn't have been his first time at the executioners hand. Hah! Humans always seemed so foolish as to believe -he- would go quietly. Had that man whom served 'The Order' pulled the trigger, He'd have found a VERY...very enraged Blood Dragon on stage. Without a single chain or tether to hold him, he'd have carved Rorshe into pieces before blazing the cro-.. 
The very thought made Gore's mystic eyes widen, shaking his head. It seemed that the monster before them was hesitant about hurting the innocent..that couldn't be right, could it?

The next question made Gore let out a huff. They seemed to question his own logic, that didn't make him stare..
"Aye, it would be dangerous for her as well. Nay for the fact that she was there, but she now holds the responsibility of owning what your kind see as 'Gore; The Blood Dragon'. Little doubt is there that the people of that town had sacrificed sons and husbands to the cause of taming me..Fools are they for tempting the flames of fate and coming for me. Battle and blood are nay such strangers to my claws but to them? They are bred with luxury. Yet I cannot deny such..I do admire their courage and greed to some extent. To wage conflict with something as revered as the Blood Dragon?..Hah, it takes stupidity as well as a great deal of heart to do so. Greed or not..to risk the fire within ourselves for a glorious onslaught? Nay whomever it is, should be somewhat admired.."
The respect this 'monster' felt toward the fallen was obvious, even if he did say that he wouldn't remember those from weeks prior as well as he would those from centuries passed.

Hearing them ask what they did would literally make the Blood Dragon cough in his true form. Even in his humanoid form It looked and sounded a bit cute but just the look of surprise was enough to make someone smile.
"Hah, did she hold word over such a thing? The way I recall..she blames me for what happened weeks prior.." Gore looked down, nodding. "Aye, 'tis truth she speaks lad. Years..even centuries may have passed since the days of my battlefields..Though man is no different. Mistress should have nay ever been sent into such conflicts. Had the wrong humans found her, such as that woman.. or had the wretches that wielded Dark Magic seen her.. None had known she was out there. With the rage of war bleeding in the ears of everyone whom could come to Rosa's aid, all her screams would fall on deaf ear. All but mine.. I felt she was safer upon my back then on the ground with the greedy and blind." 
Gore's claws went to his back, feeling the spot where his wings take form with a soft sigh. The wounds he obtained still hurt. The torture slowed everything down for him to heal.

"Haha you speak nay truer words lad, After all..She is human as are you. The same humans who invaded my hearth, who interrupted my slumber and pulled me back into chains.." With a dark smirk, it seemed Gore wanted to make them stiffen up a bit before explaining.
"There has been enough innocent blood spilled for my end. Aye, a monster is what I am..but when you see what I have seen.." Gore stared at the dancing flames, clenching his claws over his shirt, gripping onto the cloth. "Those who come for me wielding weapons know their fire is capable of being extinguished. Those who are there without much more cause than to observe or simply out of interest?..Humans call these people statistics of warfare. I call them innocents. Unlike mankind, I remember each moment in which I take the flames of the living..My mistress didn't deserve to perish..especially in the way the hunters would have had her. So, I had no other choice but to make sure she was steady and safe then on the ground running into the very mercenaries whom were out to claim the reward of capturing me.. Though..had she not been her but -you-?..I would have most likely scared you away seeing as I doubt the humans would have taken you and used your bodies in such a way." 
That last part he added to be a bit cheeky toward them, flashing them one of his fangs with a hint of glee in his eyes.

A question that the Blood Dragon didn't want to hear..was asked by none other than his owner. Looking over at her, Gore seemed to just stare for a moment, weighing whether or not he should open up to her and tell her just how he was.
"..We can be forced to hold this form..as I had said, it's result is truly one of sadists tastes..I know not of how long of which I can maintain this form, At the time of which I had spent in it, perhaps a day, maybe more at most. I know little of my talents in this form and I dislike it's frailty. Forgive me but your kind are quite..fragile. If that man had shot me in the head in this form, I sincerely doubt I would be getting back up nay matter how much I take within my true form..I will say this, Mistress..forgive me but I must hold word.." 
Looking at the brothers, then at her. Gore spoke in a much greater tone. "..If any here abuses the wisdom I am granting..I will be [i] most [/i] displeased..If I stand for nothing, let it be known that the greatest I stand for is that for my brothers and sisters..it is the whole reason why my history is that of bloodshed and nay comfort.."

With a soft sigh, Gore let them go on and on about where they would keep him without much interruption. He didn't rightfully care at the moment seeing as he had no place else to go. The humans that resided close to this girl could do little to him with pitch forks and blades. Then again..her safety was his top concern..Looking over at Eric, even -he- noticed how the boy seemed to be taking this so easily. It was as if the boy was trying to give him more comfort than chain. The sound of Rosa grabbing something made the humanoid lizard look at the two; Within mere seconds the Dragons eyes widened, looking at the contraption. Letting out a faint growl, he was clearly tensing up at the sight of it. 
"That wretched contraption flashes too damned brightly! Get it away!" He said in an oddly cute tone that one couldn't help but laugh at.

With a faint grumble after the camera incident, he stood up and looked at the few who sat with him at the fire.
"..Mistress, word should be held for the matter at hand. Your brethren seem to believe you are not safe with me..which is nay the case considering I can guarantee I hold more talent at ending life than they.." With a faint smirk, his eyes moved to leer at them for moment before looking back at her. 
"If their worries are to be addressed..then hiding whom I am may be best. If we hold bandage wrappings as well as something to wear over ones head..then I can blend in with your crowd, despite how I look elsewhere such as my eyes and fangs..It can be managed, as it had been done hundreds of years prior to now..Then, when we arrive, I can be taken to where you wish to hold me..be it a shed or a room or..whatever it is you hold in mind..Know this though.." Stepping closer to her, Gore seemed to address her now.

"Your life..is my life. I will defend and protect you against armies as well as blood kin if I must..You will be safe nay matter where we go, even if it means an ill end for me."