The humans seemed to be arguing among themselves instead of focusing on the very fact that one of them actually just [i]shot[/i] a living thing. These damned..insects! They hadn't changed in the last few centuries, All of what they hold any concern over is themselves. None of them seem to show any concern whether or not they actually hurt him. How could they do that, even he, the Blood Dragon known to hate all humans would show some attention toward the one wounded.
That is when his mistress came in and he saw the worry on her face. For a moment he felt relieved that someone seemed to share any concern for what just happened, which then was quickly replaced by a malice filled reaction. Clenching his fists, he growled and started to move his claw up the arm that was struck, starting to dig into him to pull the bullet out, causing more blood to trickle down his arm.  After a moment, he pulled out the somewhat shattered bullet, staring at it and inadvertently staring at the man who shot him. Closing his grip over the bullet, he crushed it and dropped it. That is when Gore's eyes narrowed at the man, slowly taking it step by step as the noise per step seemed to echo in the home as if to emphasize the presence in which was being threatened. The killer of mankind himself. Resting his claw over the barrel, Gore let out a snarl, leaning closer to the man as the barrel of the gun was bent backward so if it were shot, it'd explode. It was obvious that he angered the Blood Dragon.

"..Know this, Human..I am [i]owned[/i] and to have me fall by your hand?..Do you believe the decision rests with you and the crude toy you wield?" With that, he stepped back and growled at the Humans, moving back to his owner, clenching his fists. Now Gore had been owned by human kind before and he was no stranger to the consequences of a Dragons actions, however he hoped that these people would let their fear consume them in the moment and not lash out at his owner. Besides..he was good at playing the villain, that is after all what these people believed was it not? That he was a wild beast that only fed off the corpses he blazed through?
Gore kept his claw over the wound, applying pressure on it so that it would heal easier than the other wounds he sustained while being around his mistress.
"...Call me what you will mistress, your experience in such a circumstance is showing.." The aura around her Dragon wasn't the same since his owner left him with the other Dragon, now? It was bleeding with suppressed resentment. Even the look in the Dragons eyes had changed to the point of where he was perhaps [i]too[/i] eager to play the role of the bad guy.

Johnathan Clearwater just stared in shock and fear as the Dragon came closer, quickly moving to reload the weapon until he heard the metal crink and bend at the beasts will. With a quick stiffening up, he was now face to face with death himself and he just stood there like a deer in the headlights. When he finally left, the man stared at the rifle that was in his grasp, then at his boys.
"This is why you need to get away from it! It's pretty pointless to tell me to put it away now considering what that monster did to it!" Throwing it down, he stared daggers at Gore. Clearly he didn't care what he called Gore unlike his wife who seemed to be clear to breaking at the moment.

Watching the family go back and forth about whether or not [i]he[/i] was safe made his temper calm slightly. After all it was interesting seeing such tiny mortals bicker among themselves and not at him for a change. His dark teal eyes went from one person to the other until finally resting on the brothers who were the most humorous in this situation. They acted like children under the scrutiny of their parents and he had to admit, he was in that same situation many..many years ago. With a soft sigh, he quickly got swept up into his own memories before realizing that the father of those two were staring at him with rage in his eyes.
That is when the mother began to fall backward and Gore just watched, honestly not caring whatever was to happen to him because this sight alone was worth leaving his den for. Humans making fools of themselves in such a manner that almost brought him to pure laughter. That is until her child caught her, making the Blood Dragon just sigh, shaking his head before turning to leave. 

"I best make haste before he pulls out another toy.." With that, he left and rested outside, looking at his arm that wasn't bleeding anymore. If he were human, he could have lost the limb.
"The worst of watching those children bicker only makes me wonder..had I chosen a different path to the one laid upon me, could the realm have changed?.." He asked himself, staring at the sky. "Had you listened, perhaps our brothers and sisters would be free and not under the heel of these pests.." With a growl, he shook his head. The truth was, he couldn't blame what happened on anyone else but himself, after all..They did look to him.

That is when he heard something peculiar...
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Danial just smirked, shaking his head.
"Haha yeah he was still inside..I have no doubt that the Clearwater's shot at our new found friend." Looking back at his Dragon, he nodded to him with a smile. "We got something better than having him go off, attacking you is one thing..Reacting to her adoptive parents is in a leaguer all its own.. Now she'll wanna distance herself from everyone if it goes well, then again, with the Blood Dragon there who knows. He may be a good servant."
With a nod, Danial smiled at him before stretching out his arms. Turning around he just smiled.
"You did good today Spike, how about we get you a treat while I plan for the party hm?" 
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Gore watched the two leave, staring at them as he began to piece together the boy reasons for showing up that day. One thing was for sure, it wasn't just to be friendly and say hi to Rosalie. The Blood Dragon thought of issuing a threat to him, but instead decided to wait. After all, he wanted to look into the boys eyes when he scared the living daylights out of him for ever conspiring against his owner. 

Looking back at the door, he waited for his owner to come out so he can tell her of what he learned about the two that visited, only he felt like she would probably scold him too. The look on her face was obviously one of disdain when he was shot. It takes a real talent to show no concern for someone who saved your life. 
When and if she showed up, he perked up and started to speak.
"Mistress..I overheard something from the two..." He trailed off, noticing the look on her face. He decided to stop talking until he had permission to do so, letting it just fade out for now. Looking at his arm, he then returned his attention to her.