Rosalie was slightly taken aback as she stared at the person in the doorway, mouth hanging slightly open but no words were able to make it out. She didn’t recognise him at first with his hair, but that voice and speech pattern was one she could easily remember anywhere. Tt brought a bit of disdain to her considering her situation, but she managed a smile. Even if it was an uneasy one, it was still for the sake of being polite. “Hi.. Danial! I didn’t recognise you with your new hairstyle..” She resisted the urge to turn to Gore, taking the flowers with a somewhat shy laugh. White lilies were her favourite type of flower, and Danial remembered that well. It was charming of him and she believed he was a good person even if she did not choose him herself, but there were some things she had trouble getting around - his timing, mostly. He had a habit of appearing when she least expected him. “Thank you.. It’s really sweet of you, though.. I don’t think now’s a good time..?” Her statement had dipped into an unsure one as soon as she noticed another figure with Danial. A dragon? There were some features easily distinguishable and what gave her confirmation was the collar and chain around his neck.

One might question why she didn’t do the same with Gore and others may argue that it a) might give him a reason to poison her food, or b) was disgraceful to put someone who had saved her life and kept her safe throughout a battle on a chain when it wasn’t at all necessary. Speaking of necessary, were dragons supposed to always be kept on chain? With what she had been through in the company of Gore, she had made it back safely without much trouble and was given a meal along the way as well. Besides that, she wasn’t very keen on hearing Gore grumble about how dishonourable humans were. As true or untrue that it may be, it didn’t mean she was eager to hear it.

Taking a better look at Spike, Rosalie felt her gaze linger for longer than it should have over the dragon. The humanoid had even averted his gaze when she looked to him. In that brief moment that she was able to look into those eyes, she saw that there was complete acceptance of his fate. It was an emotion that was devoid in Gore’s teal orbs. Did it bother her? She didn’t know, but there was something that nagged at her that she couldn’t quite explain. She would have commented on his dragon had she not been forced to lean back a bit at the feel of Danial’s hand over the side of her face. She wanted to warn him that she wasn’t particularly fond of this gesture -especially in the sight of others- but of course that subtle message went by unnoticed. Being tempted to whisper for help from Gore wasn’t the best idea considering what the dragon had just told her. If he was able to hear from quite a long distance as he had reminded her he was, there was a chance that it would be the same with Spike. Better to be safe than sorry, she supposed, making eye contact with Danial. “Where.. did you hear about me leaving, Daniel?” She hadn’t taken anyone with her. It had been a lone trip with only the Clearwater family being aware of it.

The mention of a young girl yelling out the legend’s location caused Rosalie’s attention to snap to Gore. Steely gaze like that of a hawk, it was also one with an underlying demand for an answer out of dawning fear. How would a little girl know of his whereabouts? Were they not quiet enough as they stealthily navigated the streets last night? She almost groaned and hid her face in the bouquet of flowers. ‘Why’ and ‘How’ were the first and foremost questions on her mind. Perhaps it was her reaction that gave Danial enough proof of Gore to push his way inside the house, causing her to stumble back a few steps. “D-Danial, wait!”
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Lauren Clearwater immediately shot up out bed, watching her husband through blurry eyes. “What is it?! Did something happen?” She was about to suggest Sigmund setting fire to the breakfast he was making again but her man continued and the only words she paid close attention to were ‘Blood Dragon. Gore. Outside.’ She asked him to repeat the situation but more slowly and he did. This time, it was her turn to panic, grabbing his hand and shaking it frantically. “What do we do, what do we do?! We’re not ready for an attack! We just can’t handle it!” Most of the townspeople were in shock hearing and seeing the aftermath of a run-in with the Blood Dragon. Surely this would spark that fear again.
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It wasn’t fair at all. Gore was her dragon. She quickly moved up between the two like she would whenever the brothers got into a disagreement, “Stop that! No one’s beating anyone, alright? Dragon or not, I wouldn’t be here if not for him.” Rosalie had grumbled the last part but perhaps it was loud enough for Danial and even his dragon to hear. She then took then took the man by the arm and started leading him outside when she saw that Eric and Sigmund had been drawn in by the noise, dropping the flowers in Eric’s hands and calling out, “keep an eye on Gore for me, please, thank you.” 

Rosalie led Danial to the garden, peering around the corner to see if they were clear before she decided to speak. “I could have died along with those hunters.. You heard about it.. didn’t you? The number of dead, the wait to see who’s alive and who’s not? I could have been among them or missing. Don’t tell me you enjoyed watching the injured be treated out in view like that. Listen, Daniel. You just got here and you’re more than welcome to rest here as long as there aren’t any fists thrown under the roof.” She shook her head. “Rules of Mr and Mrs Clearwater.”
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Spike would have followed his master. He would have, but he couldn’t. His master would have wanted him to stay and it was just in his favour, too, as he wanted to fight Gore and put that dragon in his place. What made the other think that he was so high and mighty? Quite frankly, the crimson dragon before him was no different to any other of their kind. They all had humans as their owners. They were all told to do what their masters and mistresses wanted of them. 

The young dragon stepped closer to Gore wearing a sneer that exposed his sharp fangs, sending a warning look at the two humans who were told to ‘keep an eye on Gore’. “What’s this?” The young dragon asked, smirking a little. “You not only have one owner, but two more? How amusing that [i]the[/i] Blood Dragon needs to be babysat! Your name is just an embellished title given to you by killing humans over the course of time. Anyone can do that. What makes you so different that hunters go after you only to be blazed in a fiery storm that any dragon can conjure up?” Spike huffed, a low snarl emitting from his throat as he looked Gore up and down with reptilian eyes full of distaste. “You’re only a legend because you feed off of the tales that humans spin about you.” Spike looked down his nose at Gore, scoffing. “Blood Dragon this. Blood Dragon that. I’m sick and tired of it! I can’t wait to put you in your place. Maybe then, we’ll see who’s greater.”