The ancient Dragon looked at his claws before, sighing.
"I need to learn how to hold this form longer..Resting within such confines is perhaps the best of options.." Clenching his claws, he looked back at where the voice he heard came from, shaking his head. By now Gore was used to her being angry with him, calling him names, and putting him down. Just like nearly every other human in all the realm. Nothing had changed in the centuries passed, just their toys to do more harm to others. With a growl, he simply laid down and closed his eyes, not caring to think about it or reside on the matter longer than he should. She will just have to get used to him, or sell him to someone else. Slowly, the [i]monster[/i] began to slip into slumber, letting go of the concerns of the dark sensations he felt. A mistake he would soon realize....
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Gore blinked at first, feeling as if he had just laid his head down and yet now? He was awake.. Not just that but the sounds of water or even the very breathing of his humans were now vacant, he couldn't hear or smell a thing. The Blood Dragon started looking around, noticing immediately that many things were amiss. The shed he resided in was gone and he was out in the open, Gore could also see the large house his owner had lived in but everything was pitch black inside, seeping a dark mist that looked unnatural. Moving to the house, he quickly knocked only to find the door vanish in front of him.
"You are a fool to think this will stop me!" With that, he clenched his fist and slammed it into the wall, hearing it crack as he hit it again. This time it gave way, having him step in to quickly hear screams coming from all directions. The house was dark and empty yet blood curdling screams were all around him. Slowly the walls began to be covered in a dark red liquid that could only be one thing. Walking passed this, he started to head to the last place he saw the humans, the kitchen. When he got there, the dark room was empty until 2 bodies appeared in front of him. The Blood Dragon stared wide eyed at how the two men were displayed. Hanging onto two giant hooks that pierced each boys neck. Their bodies looked as if they were experimented on, poorly sewn up pieces with flesh hanging off them. The blood was trickling down their forms and the smell of death started to overtake the ancient. Stepping back, he looked back only to find the bodies now gone. Replaced by a sinister and dark laughter from behind. Turning around, he saw a figure that he couldn't make out before it pointed at him and vanished right before the Dragons very eyes. 

With that, he started moving to the stairs until he was stopped by a small body rocking back and forth, crying.
"...Little one?" He asked, holding out his claw. When he gently touched its shoulder, the figure turned to look at him and the look on the little ones face looked vacant, the eyes were vacant and completely empty, a dark grin on the child's face was so wide it was causing the little one to bleed a dark blood. 
[i][b]'Do you remember!?'[/b][/i]
A ghastly voice rang out, actually causing the Dragon to fall to his knee's, holding his ears. That voice could pierce through the strongest of creatures. Returning his gaze to the child, it was standing and looked as if its throat and arms were slit open. The little ones fingers were broken in places and the body of it looked mangled. It leaned closer to the Blood Dragon, whispering.
[b][i]'Where's my mommy? have you seen her?'[/i][/b]

"Tell me, do you believe me to be frightened!?" Gore shouted, having the child vanish in front of him. By now, Gore had picked himself back up and started to make his way for the stairs once more, slowly climbing them. He had no idea what was going on but the feel of dark magic was all around him. 
As Gore drew closer to the top step, the screams got so loud that he was wincing. The Blood Dragon actually had to squeeze the railing to make it so he didn't fall from the sheer disturbing noises he was hearing. Getting to the door his owner was supposed to be, he opened it, only to find the world change, now finding himself in a field full of corpses, both Dragon as well as human. Clenching his fist, he felt something drop onto his cheek, moving his hand over his face, he stared at the crimson liquid raining from the sky. The sounds of bones cracking in the wrong way made his attention go back to the field. Each corpse started to stir, forcing themselves up on their legs even if their bones were jutting out of their bodies. The silence lingered as each body started to stagger toward the Blood Dragon, each of the corpse baring signs of a Dragons ferocity. Burnt flesh, fang gashes, claw rended flesh. 

Within moments, fields of what seemed to be endless bodies began ravaging forward, making the darkest of sounds. Gore just stared before trying to change, feeling his body shift for a brief second, only to halt in a painful way.
"ARGH!" Falling to his knee's, he felt his break in certain places, Looking up, his dark teal eyes beamed forward before he took off sprinting toward the horde, raising his claws. As he got closer, a Dragon snapped at him.
[b][i]'Man or Dragon, it doesn't matter who right, Gore!? So many dead..Soon, Rosalie will be joining us..'[/i][/b] Gore's eyes widened, jumping up onto the dead, yet alive Dragon, leaping off him before bringing his claws up, slamming into the head of another, smaller Dragon, impaling into the skull of the disgusting beast. 
The second he did though, multiple bodies began to tackle him down, one even biting the shoulder he was shot. The field and everything in it were becoming drenched in blood from the rain. 
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Rosalie would find herself in a familiar place. The room felt as if it were from her past, exactly how she left it so long ago. The bed was extremely comfortable and the walls were still the same color with murals on them. The sun was beading through a window and it felt warm. The door opened and in came a familiar man with a smile on his face.
"Morning sweetie!" Said a familiar voice that had a fatherly tone to them. Bringing her a glass of orange juice, he seemed too good to be real. Heading over to her bed, he hugged her close, seeming ecstatic to finally see his daughter.
"It..is so good to see you Rose, I missed you so much." Rubbing her back, her father smiled at her before heading over to the window. His smile seemed so warm before looking back at her.
"It's a beautiful day princess, wanna have something to eat? Haha how about I make you something, it's been ages and it'd be an honor, besides..I doubt a Dragons cooking can compare to fathers, c'mon sleepy head!" With that, Setton headed downstairs and started making his daughters favorite. 

When Setton heard her come down the stairs, he turned around and smiled, setting a plate down for her. Scrambled eggs and rice. Perfectly seasoned. He also had juice which was also a personal favorite of his.
"Come on, don't let your old man eat alone. We have a lot to catch up on and I don't wanna waste another second."