Feeling Rosalie resist and fight him only made him wince all the more from how many wounds he had. With a quick shake of his head, Gore looked at her.
"All throughout the day, I had felt something dark..Aye much like the lad and lasses dark spells used upon me on me the eve you and I first met. After encountering the sensation, I have little to no doubt that it is the very same foul incantations that bind our dreams together. After ye said all ye did about me..I felt that coming to you about this would only further your discomfort of owning me.. After all, Rosalie, I am at fault for bringing this down upon you. The Blood Dragon..of course the realm loathes me, much like you do..and there are those out there who would go to great lengths to bring me and anyone near me harm."
looking over his owner, Gore only wished that he could answer more of her questions but that is all he really knew. Not even fully believing she was real, it was his vow to protect her and care for her and unlike any [i]filthy[/i] human, words held a greater sway to a Dragon. Especially once it was spoken in faith and promise. 
"Aye lass, nay did any of what occurred during this wretched nightmare has actually fallen in our lives, unfortunately for the conjurer of this farce, he dabbled in something of [i]my[/i] life that they knew little about.." As the Blood Dragon spoke, he was actually shaking. Whatever he saw clearly cut him deeper than he was showing.
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Looking up when his owner called for him, The ancient Dragon let out a surprised huff at her question. Did this girl actually [i]care[/i] for him now? After everything she had made him feel responsible for? Honor alone made the Blood Dragon feel guilt toward anything that could or would happen to the humans he resided with at the moment and this very girl has gone out of her way to add onto that. Never good enough, never worth it and always trouble..
"..Mistress hah, I am all too familiar with pain, the many seasons have not been kind and I doubt these will be the last I receive before shedding this illusion apart from us.." Looking at the claw marks over his chest and even the fang wound he received looked like it would kill a human. Dragons were stronger in this form as well but even still, moving as much as he did? it couldn't have felt good. "Aye lass, all is well with me, what of you? You are looking better, are ye finally believing my words? If ye are, then aye they are losing control..the moons sway and the visions that follow at night are ours to venture.. No magic could take that away and as long as we know that, as long as we believe such truths? They will lose their power over what we see and what can be done."

The dark voice that rang through both him and the human girl seemed to be coming from the front. Despite how anxious he felt at their surroundings and what was happening, the darkness..as awful as it was to him? He wanted to rip the duplicate apart like an animal. How insulting was it to have someone else attempt to mimic you in such foul ways? Clenching his claws into fists, he stared coldly at copy. A look that just bled full of dark intentions that only the mind behind those eyes could see.
That is when the false voice of her father came from behind them, only Gore's eyes didn't sway at all. When Rosalie left his hold to go to him, the Blood Dragon actually tried to hold her close but she seemed to know what had to be done. Looking back at the false Dragon, his dark teal eyes fell to the floor as he shook with resentment. Everything he had seen..Parts of his heart were crying out in pain and his memory was thrashing him. Allies lost, tears shed and the loneliness that followed..Just because history depicted him a monster didn't mean he wasn't lonely, that he missed his old life before all of this. That is when he heard a knife impale something, making his eyes widen in shock.

The visions of pain started to blur, making Gore start to take deep breath after deep breath. Rosalie was struggling, fighting to keep herself from falling like she did when he found her and Aisen or Setton or whoever the damned human was, wasn't letting her go.
That's when a dark laughter came from the real Gore.
"Hahahahahaha! You..damned fool..coming into my dream, attempting to sway my heart and that of my mistress?" Gore looked up at the impostor, showing his fangs. "This pathetic mirrored image of me could nay EVER be the true Blood Dragon!" With that, the impostor tried to rush Gore, only to be grabbed and pulled in close. 
"My memories are not yours to mettle with, human..." With that, Gore started to shift into his Dragon form, actually ripping the impostors arm off from the sheer weight change of what was holding him. Wings shot out and unfurled as Gore grabbed the false impostor, swallowing him whole.

That is when the scenery changed entirely, the group would find themselves in a fiery lit pit, surrounded by Dragons all snarling at them, growling and ready to rip them to shreds. There were symbols on the wall and the pit seemed to have Dragons circling them.
Turning around, Gore's eyes blazed with hatred, staring at Aisen with all of his ferocity.
"Welcome to my realm..wretch." Gore took a step closer, snarling at the human before taking off. If he threatened Rosalie, the Dragons would shoot forward and attack him but even if he didn't..the Dragons were still growling in an attempt to distract the man.
Gore let out a loud roar as he quickly dove toward the pair, shifting mid-flight and actually using the force of his descent to grab Aisen by the face and slam him down into the ground, using his claw to try and slice off his arm in the process. The second the Blood Dragon acted, the other Dragons around them roared and charged forward.

Gore quickly grabbed Rosalie when he could, shifting again and putting her on his back before taking off, flying toward the exit of the pit. Whatever happened to Aisen didn't matter..
By the time they got to an exit, the scenery changed again only to find this one in first person for both parties. The darkness in which they sensed seemed gone and what was left was how the other felt in the dream. Sadness...

In the new dream, from first person it looked as if Gore was standing in front of other Dragons in his true form, talking to those gathered in a half circle.
"Brothers and sisters..please heed my warnings for what you plan with these humans..they are liars and betrayers! Even now they attack one another for food and a mate! They will grow but what they will grow into..it will divide us!" Shouted Gore, only to be scoffed at. The scenery once again changed to the first meeting of Dragons and humans which did not look at all like a battlefield, but instead something meant for peace. Once again it changed, only this time through the eyes of Gore, the two would witness a group of humans whipping, stabbing and beating a blue Dragon, a Dragon that wasn't fighting back at all and only seemed to whimper. It was crying. The Dragon looked as if it didn't hurt anyone, there was no blood on its claws or teeth but instead looked more like a pet being beaten for enjoyment by sadists. Gore quickly tried to help him, only to be bombarded with arrows and finally..the dark magic over-took him. Wrapping around him and slamming him into the ground hard. This must have been the first time he was captured and turned. His dark teal eyes and what could be seen by the two dreamers was his gaze, lingering on the blue Dragon with a deep sense of pain and sorrow.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Gore roared, struggling as knives were impaled into the blue Dragons wings, ripping into them so he wouldn't be able to fly.  All the Blood Dragon could do was cry as the assault continued in front of him. a voice spoke out to him, making him look up.

The one speaking had an odd sense of familiarity to the two. Looking closely at the chin and ears and even eyes..Marion's facial features were obvious.
"This is what happens to Dragons who won't submit..watch it!" The man wrapped his arms around Gore's face, pinning him there to force him to watch.

"Mistress..I think it is time to wake..to wake up.." The real Gore said in a pained voice.
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With that, Gore shot up in the shed with a sharp pain in his chest. Tears were falling down his cheeks and he shook his head. He had to get ready for the day...