The quick-snap change in the Blood Dragon’s eyes were as evident as day, a warning, to those heedful of it, to bite their tongues. Rosalie, however, had no mind to and neither did she have the desire to spend more time that she should with the dragon at the moment. They had said this dragon was tamed, at least, but at the moment, there was none of that. She kept her gaze firm and stood her ground even as Gore threatened her to step back with his form. Rosalie had no plans to as she bit her lower lip, taking in what he was saying with the growing desire to slap him. Protecting, yes, but why hadn’t he moved earlier, [i]before[/i] the Clearwaters had seen him? Was that so much to ask when Spike had done the same?

She watched as he recoiled in disgust, stopping herself from growling. She believed that he was wrong. At least, she thought, clenching her teeth, that a dog knew when was a good time to stick around and when wasn’t. Gore, it seemed, had just stood there, let himself be spotted and shot at. Smartest choice ever and now he was laughing! How could he laugh at this time? She wasn’t there for his amusement. Perhaps the clowns at Druthers&Druthers’ would offer him better entertainment?
“It’s easy for you to say you don’t have need for weapons when you have claws, size and fire on your side! How are we supposed to match that?! As honourable as it is to you, not many will rush at you with just a sword nowadays. Get your head out of the clouds and just get over it, already!” Rosalie snapped, looking to the side, starting to pace about now as to stop her anger from getting the better of her. “A title? Who needs it? Even without it, people can still be worth more with the right people around you. I think that’s something you’ll never understand.”

Rosalie didn’t have to earn a title just for Setton, someone she considered a real parent to her, to love and care for her as if she was his own. Neither did he for her to love and trust him just as much. She didn’t see him one of the best strategists, but a family member who meant more to her than she could say and the girl was beginning to very quickly believe that dragons wouldn’t understand that. 

“You brought it on yourse-“ she began to say before a tail wrapped around her waist tightly, the pressure of which it constricted her making her gasp and squirm. “Let me down right now!” She tried to yell at him for more than just picking her up, but it came out as more of a whimper. Did he really want people alerted to him like that? Things were bound to become more complicated if a group of people came over to question about the monster that brought about a grim reminder that they would not be able to come out of a battle against it without losing half their fighters. Even if they were hunters that came mostly out of town, a lesson was taught to pretty much everyone.

Bringing her fists down to Gore’s tail, she tried to get herself free. It only ended up hurting her hands, instead. Reaching for her knife was no good at all, fingers barely managing to brush the handle as he glared at the dragon. The more breath she lost, the more desperate she came to wanting to be set free, flailing. “You’re... only enforcing the idea.. that you’re a monster.” Was what Rosalie managed, tears of fear and frustration coming to her eyes, lungs starting to burn through lack of air. 

She suddenly hit the ground with a whine, landing first on her feet before falling to her hands and knees, sitting back to get as much air as she could as she watched Gore’s retreating form through blurry eyes. He had said something then, something that she didn’t want to believe. Danial was manipulating her? Surely, he intended on helping her with her goal. Even if she couldn’t find anything, she still tried. Rosalie wasn’t one for parties, but if there was a chance, no matter how slim it was, she still wanted to take that small window of opportunity in hopes that it would provide a lead. She didn’t think Danial would have a reason to manipulate her. 

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Both young men kept their gaze to the floor, withstanding their father’s rage like insects through a storm. They knew the position they were in and it obviously wasn’t one to make light of. On the couch opposite them, was their mother, having just recovered and was sternly watching them, lips pursed into a thin line. 
“We’ll both replace your weapon, dad..” Sigmund said after a while of contemplating. He looked into his dad’s eyes with firm determination. “If Gore had planned to do that to us, I’m guessing he would have done it the moment he saw us, but he didn’t. Last night, when Eric and I met up with Rosalie, Gore was there with her and she looked fine, as well. She had arrived safely.” He sent a quick glance to his brother who was watching him with a look that told him, ‘don’t mess up.’ Sigmund wasn’t going to. At least not too much. “On the way back, Eric and I was ambushed by a bear..” He flinched slightly when he saw his mother shift, about to yell at him.

Eric quickly continued with, “Gore saved us without us without having to be asked. He kept us all safe. All three of us. Even I hate to admit it but that ‘monster’ mother referred to, that you see.. saved us. Replacing your weapon, as brother had said, will fall to us, but I do not believe punishing him will do us much good. Rosalie has official papers that considers Gore being hers. We’re all still here..,” Eric then narrowed his eyes in defiance at his father, stating, “alive.”