The Blood Dragon's claws were balled into a fist, clenching out of the tension he felt. That familiar urge to grab the young Dragon and to show him what it meant to earn ones name, to actually [i]be[/i] a Dragon. The look in the ancient's eyes wasn't just of rage but sorrow as well. 
"..My brothers and sisters are long since faded hah, what remains of their legacy? What we wrought in blood and horror? Nay a damned thing besides lost children, crying and sniveling for their human masters." 
A grimacing look appeared on the Blood Dragons face at the thought of how Spike acting out like he did. As childish and even repulsive as the Dragons personality was, what truly bothered him? Was how misplaced his eagerness was. How he wanted to bring down one of his, over the very master who chained him. Why would he see such a thing?! Was earning a name for yourself among these..humans, more important than standing strong next to your brothers and sisters, those who have fought beside you and have even died protecting you?!
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Gripping onto the rifle hard, John had come to find a rather tall, horned humanoid in his home. The claws on the beast were sharp enough to rend any mans flesh like a sword through warm butter. Staring at the two sons, he kept his wife behind him and away from the Blood Dragon, shaking as he pointed the weapon at the Dragon.
"Get away from there you two! What is that..that [b]thing[/b] doing here?! Did you call the order?!" He shouted, clearly enraged. 

A smirk began to curl on the Dragons lips, not bothering to turn around. Instead he had to keep an eye on his owner, the very girl who was being manipulated. Was she truly that naive to follow such an obvious ruse? Gore just sighed, that is until he heard that actually bothered him. 
"A pet?" The Blood Dragon spoke aloud, taken back at how she painted him out to be nothing more than the better choice than a dog. Would a dog save her as much as he did? Clenching his fist, his eyes narrowed at her as well as the human. Soon he would see Spike rushing over to him in fear as well.
John was shaking and could barely keep the rifle steady, his gaze going to his sons who seemed to be tense now that he brought a gun out and pointed it at the very creature that was said to slaughter people on a whim. People who were much younger than the married couple whom were currently armed.

"Gore I take it?.." John said, his tone betraying his stern expression. 
Still, the Blood Dragon didn't answer him. His dark teal eyes focused on Danial and his mistress who consider him worse than a dog. That wasn't to be said much, after all Gore knew how [i]they[/i] viewed the greater species, that they were less than the objects bought out of amusement.. He had hoped that she was different, that nothing he came to know from these pests actually had an impact on Rosalie's upbringing. Perhaps the Blood Dragon was wrong in thinking that..
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The man with highlights could only smile at how Rosalie was falling prey to his ploy, smiling at her as she asked several questions involving the party as well as his own knowledge of what was going on.
"I got my ways, besides when a beautiful girl goes off and buys something as grand and [b]infamous[/b] as the Blood Dragon? News spreads fast. Really you just add two and two together and it isn't hard to take a guess at what you're doing..not to mention your brothers are obsessed, they're probably in there drooling over your Dragon threatening mine haha..I made sure to paint such an illustrated and very well designed picture of Gore..Spike has always wanted to be the best.." 
It was clear that Danial was the type to manipulate to get what he wanted, to see how things would turn out even if it meant others getting hurt. After a sigh, he shrugged. 
"I still can't believe you went and bought that monster, why would you put everyone you know at risk? He's just some animal! Even you compare him to a dog when he's more like a wolf. He'll kill you and escape! You can even tell that he wasn't properly disciplined by the committee with how he acted toward me. His betters should be treated just the way they are, better."

"Yep, just like I said cutie. The rich and powerful of the realm will be there and if your father has as many connections as we know him to have? There has to be at least one person there who's heard of him. As for Gore going..If he places one claw over the line, one ounce of disrespect? It'll be bad..judging by how he's looking at us I doubt you'll get him in line before then but who knows, you could. He does seem to care what you say about him with the scowl he's sporting now haha..it sorta fits." A sly grin spread over the mans face when she walked off, looking around to see if Spike was coming by, hoping that his young Dragon may have gone too far and there was even a bit of bloodshed.
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After a moment, Gore turned to look at the man who was clearly still angry with the two brothers, shaking his head.
"I am pleased to meet the both of you..I take it you are the guardians of this hearth and so I must show my courtesy..if it comforts you, you may aim your weapon at me." With that, Gore just smiled, showing his fangs as he did. He had no fear in his eyes over the two, even if the most dangerous thing in the world was a human that was afraid. 
Stepping toward them, Gore bowed and looked at the two brothers. "The young ones here have been quite impressive with their dealings." Gore said, staring into the eyes of the wife more than the husband. Her eyes looked more crazy than his. With a faint sigh, the Blood Dragon just waited for whatever was to happen next. Humans were unpredictable around him and a simple word or gesture out of place could get someone killed. 
A few moments later, the Blood Dragon stiffened up. It felt as if something were in the air.. It felt as if something were watching and preying upon them..

John noticed how the Blood Dragon acted, aiming the rifle at his head, staring at Sigmund.
"One of you boys better explain yourselves! Why is he here and actually acting as if he is a guest in this house!?" The man exclaimed, not realizing that his finger was slipping on the gun. After a moment, a gunshot went off in the home, with the rifle still aimed at the Dragon.