Gore continued to watch this human just stare at him as if she had seen a monster. The very thought made the Blood Dragon grin. Now Gore was old enough to know that there was -true- evil in the realm and the catalyst for such a thing was always -their- kind. Those pathetic Humans let in a dark essence into the world that few ever truly saw. Over the centuries, he saw the darkness that the Humans have wrought, just to claim him. It was silly! They made pacts with things far darker than him, just to defeat or claim -one- Dragon? Humans must have really see his kind to be nothing if they were that desperate to see his undoing. That fact dawned on Gore centuries ago, so why should he care about any of them?
Looking at the girl who actually fell over from his roar and tail impact made him snort in amusement at her. The image of her struggling just to stand caused him to huff in laughter. The poor girl was trying to stand on a whole new level just by being near him. He wondered if she generally thought he would kill her, or if why she would brave chasing after him after witnessing everything he had done just an hour or so before. 

Could this girl actually have something more important going on? That interested the Blood Dragon fiercely. Why would such a feeble human seek him out especially after everything he had done to their kind in front of the child's very eyes. She even tried portraying that she was confident, but failed to hide how scared she was of him. 
Thus the Blood Dragon decided that whatever she wanted to say? He would hear her out..at least to the point of knowing what was going on in that head of hers. Though if she would take his silence and relaxed state as a weakness, he would prove to her that he had plenty of fire left inside him.
After all..The Darkness that came for him had trouble extinguishing him. The memory of such events still haunted him and even helped to shape his opinion of these insects that dared to stand before him. Were they even worth keeping around? Memories flooded his mind of the treachery he was thinking of.
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[i]The time was right before his greatest assault against human kind, He and his few allies found seclusion in a beach type of area, all of them had hunted and began to cook what they brought back, talking about their next move in the assault against mankind. Most of the Dragonkin there were old friends to the Blood Dragon, that were there from the very beginning of their species downfall. Though others had joined the fight after seeing just what became of the Dragons that were enslaved.
When Gore came in, they all stood tense, bowing their heads to him in respect. Clearly the others showed a great admiration to the Dragon that was so well known. With that,The Blood Dragon went over their next move.
"We will assault their conditioning holds and free our brothers and sisters that are being tortured." He exclaimed, going over the details and positions of each Dragon there. Every 'over grown lizard' had to do something, and they would start their assault when dusk fell, Dragons always hunted better at night due to the lesser species inability to focus properly under the right conditions. 

As darkness fell over the land, the Dragons were about to head out and take flight to their targets, knowing that each target was quite a distance from the next. That is until each Dragon felt something off. They all looked at one another and then at Gore. That's when it happened. their fires were completely swept up in a pitch black void that couldn't possibly be natural. Looking at it, Gore snarled and told everyone to stick together. Whatever was causing this wasn't going to find them easy targets. 
With that, everything around them became black and all that could be heard was the loud breathing of the Dragons that stood there, unknowing of what was about to happen.
That's when he heard a whelp from something coming down HARD on one of his brothers. Gore let out a roar and then a blast of fire in the darkness that lit up their surrounding area, and that's when they saw it. Cloaked figures stood around them, chanting in a dark voice. The Dragon that whelped was no where to be seen, as if he was never there. The only thing that was left was his blood on the ground.

When the Blood Dragon saw what was around them, he told the others to fan out and kill every last human there, but when they tried? The darkness grew even more, sweeping over the land in an overwhelming fashion. The Dragons tried bringing their claws up to where the cloaked figures were, only to find that when they struck them, they hit nothing. It was as if there weren't even there. One by one, each Dragon was taken in a violent fashion, leaving Gore. Why didn't they take him first? He didn't know. He couldn't describe it but as the sounds of the Dragons faded, and only his loud breaths remained. He grew furious. He could feel the darkness coming to take him, sweeping over his form in a way that felt like it was ripping him apart.
That's when he stood up on his hind legs and let out a roar, blasting fire into the sky. A fire that was so bright it lit up the land. Though it didn't stop there, Gore aimed downward and began blasting his flames violently outward, causing the darkness to get pushed back in such a way that actually made the cloaked figures stumble from their concentration. 

The Blood Dragon started to flap his wings, taking off. Though his fire only grew as he did this, covering the land that his brothers just disappeared on. Eventually the flame got so wide that the Darkness had nothing to cling to. The chanting stopped and the unnatural void fell, leaving the cloaked figures to try and start a different chant. Only the Blood Dragon was far more furious than ever before.
Some wouldn't even be able to describe the wrath Gore had for these 'things'. They were the whole reason he went off and killed thousands more like them. Before that? It was focused attacks. 
The Blood Dragon dropped into the flames he created, using his mass and force to knock the flames out in a wave, burning the dark ones violently and as they perished? He saw something come out of their bodies, a mist that looked to be alive. Gore stared at it, expanding his wings and ducking down as he let out a massive roar. Whatever foul magic this was, he was going to see its end.

The mist shot out toward Gore, only to have the Dragon charge at it, blasting out wave after wave of his fiery breath, though just as they were about to meet, Gore used his wings and jumped back, lashing the flames out in a point blank wave, hitting the mist hard. So much so that it vanished before him. Was it dead? He couldn't be sure.
Looking around at what once was the camp him and his few survivors stood, Gore dropped his head in shame. He lost all of them..He was supposed to protect them, he was supposed to care for them and bring his kind back together! Instead they took -everything- by some treachery he had never seen before! How DARE they let him survive, to put it all on his shoulders and to leave him all alone.
The Blood Dragon began to gather boulders, placing them in a circle around the camp, bringing his claw up, he placed markings in each, as if they were graves before blasting each boulder with fire, causing them to glow from the heat. 

Once he was done, Gore let out a roar that could be heard throughout the land, only it didn't sound defiant, or angry. It sounded sad. The Blood Dragon was weeping in his own way for the loss of his friends..[/i]
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Bringing himself back to reality, he blinked his eyes as if to hide a tear from the thought of it. He had been alone all of this time, fighting a war with no end. It really was no wonder why he hid away from the realm for so long.
Staring at the girl, he noticed how she glanced at the blade that actually cut him, he tilted his head at it with a grunt. He didn't dare touch the blade because he didn't quite understand how it came to life on its own. It acted as if it hungered for his flesh. Though the child was mostly right, most would find the skin under the scales more vulnerable, Gore on the other hand? It would feel different, like a blade would have trouble cutting into it. Either way, his scales would come back when he had enough time to heal. Looking over at the Human who still stared at the sword, he began questioning why she would even bring that. There were so many things wrong with her even following him and she dared bring a weapon? Did humanity change so much to no longer teach their people that a weapon is an immediate threat to everyone else and therefore can cause a fight even easier. Did she plan on defending herself against him? Hah she couldn't even stand up against a roar!

Gore didn't realize his folly, had he known this girl was going to stick around because of his allowing her to talk? He would just have ignored her completely. Even if it was difficult to ignore the meek girl wielding the blade that cut him. 
Looking over at her, he wondered if this girl was actually different. Most would take his weakened state and use it to their advantage to deliver a killing blow, especially considering the way he was resting in front of her, she could easily take him out..That alone made him questioned just who this person was. What confused him more is what she wanted from him? He was away from the world for such a long time that he was disconnected from it. The lands had probably changed so much that he couldn't find his way alone. Though even if he couldn't, he'd find a way. He always did after all. Mankind may have grown stronger, but him? He was timeless. His strength will always rival the pathetic insects that claimed this world. 

That's when he felt it. Something was near him! He was about to move until he felt the arrow get ripped out of him, making him let out a faint snarl from the pain it gave. Looking back at the girl, he snarled violently, moving his face close to her body, narrowing his eyes as he barred his fangs, letting out a noise that practically said 'What do you want!?' 
The Blood Dragon watched her hold out the arrow, making him do something rather..cute. He quickly snatched the arrow she held in his mouth, being surprisingly quick and gentle, to where his teeth didn't even touch her. And now he held the arrow there, looking like a dog biting down on a toy. With that, he bit down on it, shattering the steel work as if it were nothing, dropping it from his mouth. Looking at her closer, he let out a huff. It was as if Gore was trying to emphasize what he would do to her if she tried anything. Course the arrow probably wasn't the best way to put it since it implied he would eat her..He didn't want to do that.

The look in the girls eyes though was what bothered him most, she looked at him like he was ignorant in some way. At least that's how he felt. Of course he'd hate the thought of him being ignorant to such an inferior species. He was [i]the[/i] Blood Dragon after all.. 
Still, the way she looked at him did bother him, making him shake his head resting it back down. Which in turn actually made it easier for her to grab and pull out each arrow that was embedded into him.
If she tried it, he wouldn't fight her, but he would still out out that faint snarl as if he resented the action of her pulling each out. His mind was yelling at him to kill her, or to fly away considering he was giving her the BEST chance to hurt him even more, maybe even kill him..but he didn't. If she was brave enough to follow him and even approach him, then he would rival that bravery and stay close by, even allowing her to do what she wanted to do, whatever that may be..but what was it!? Gore had no idea and it was beginning to irritate him! 

If she continued to pull the arrows out, he knew she had to get easier access to each of them. So he lowered his wing to allow her to use it as a ramp. Now must Dragons wouldn't ever do it since the wings are the weakest part of each Dragon, but Gore's? They were massive and looked like the weight of the meek human before him couldn't damage them unless she had the intent to.
With that, he would let her continue if she so wished, laughing faintly at how she was the -first- Human to ever be on the back of him, not that he was going to take her flying. His back seemed to be broad and had several spikes leading out, some of which had dried blood from the hunters that were impaled on them. Looking at it now, it seemed that it was a well traded battle. Each blow on both sides were blood worthy. Even if the arrows didn't look like the punctured his scales and skin too badly, it still hurt.

When she was done, he would let her down and look at her, tilting his head to see what she was doing now. She helped him..she actually -helped- him! How could he react to that!? She was the first person to ever do such a thing and not have some kind of ulterior motive to kill him. That's when he heard the skies crack, making him look up. The clouds were turning dark and stormy and in a few moments, a hard rain began to fall on the forest, as if the skies themselves were weeping for those who fell during the onslaught. At first, The Blood Dragon let out another strange noise that sounded like a groan, he moved his attention back to the girl in front of him, tilting his head at her. 
[i]'She's still a child..[/i] He thought to himself, watching her slowly get soaked. Looking down at the ground, he just grumbled, using his tail to nudge her forward closer to him, just as his wing expanded, covering her, causing the rain to be deflected like an umbrella. Leaning over, he pressed his snout to the ground, breathing a faint breath of fire into it, causing it to spark so that the girl can stay warm.

Now, don't get him confused! He wasn't liking her, this was just a debt that needed to be paid and it was the least he could do considering she -did- help him with the arrows. The girl could die for all he cared after, but for now?..Well he'd just make sure she didn't get soaked and get cold in the rain. 
Though Gore stayed in it, he seemed unaffected just like he was in the waterfall..could he even feel it? To simply say, yes. It wasn't like his scales coated him from the weather, in fact he could feel what happened to them, the impacts and everything else. The rain simply trickled down his snout as he rested his head again, staring at nothing, clearly lost in thought. Hopefully this storm would pass soon so he can continue on his way..

Little did he know? That he would be having more trouble then he realized..