Forcing himself to stand up, The Blood Dragon ran his crimson scaled claw over the wound he sustained within then nightmare. 
"Damned wretch.." Letting out a soft groan under his breath, the ancient headed toward the house to take care of his cuts and prepare breakfast for the family who either enjoyed his company or scorned him for being there. These humans were so damn confusing and even mentioning the arena made the twins eyes light up like fireworks. Was it worth it? These thoughts crossed Gore's mind while entering the home, only to stop at the sight before him. His owner..what was she doing awake this early?!
"Aye..good morning mistress." With that, he headed over to the sink, staring at it for a minute with a growl. That's when his eyes widened at how he didn't answer her question about the blue Dragon, the sight was too painful and even now? In the real world it was worse. His gaze broke from the sink, stepping forward to use it. It was obvious that in his ancient ways, Gore wasn't used to the contraption before him. After all his most recent memory of gathering water was through a well and in rivers. With a faint sigh, he didn't look up when she mentioned his name. That tone..she sounded so conflicted that even she must not realize last night was genuinely him [i]yet.[/i]

Quickly turning to face her, Gore tilted his head at his owner. Rosalie was moving as if she had been struck clear to the core and for once, his own feelings had reflected back at him from one of [i]them.[/i] Looking down at her, the scent of copper was stronger now and it was coming from her covered up arms. 
"Aye, 'twas me lass. Whomever wished harm upon you only attempted to do so because of me. It appears owning the Blood Dragon brings forth a hazard as well. Little had I known of the enemies I have made, I had thought that the sadist whom invaded our dreams..and had caused us to witness such horrid events, had gotten his fill when they attempted to [i]re-educate[/i] me. The sick bastard held a grin on his face every time they carved into my wings and scales, pulling at them like..." Clenching his fist, he quickly shook his head while trailing off. Things like that shouldn't be spoken to a human, let alone a girl who just suffered through something as traumatic as what she did. As what they both did..
"Mistress --" Watching her pace around caused him to smile. Despite his loathing of their kind, she seemed rather cute the way she paced around and looked lost as to what happened. Was she new to the cruelty of magic users? Gore couldn't tell but either way it was an interesting sight to see. Tensing up out of reflex from when she got close, he stared at her with confused eyes. She looked as if she actually cared, after everything that happened the prior evening, everything she said about how he was a monster and how merciless he was made him question what she was thinking now. 

Feeling the rather short girl pull on him, at least short for him, made him smile. When she sat him down and checked over his gashes and wounds, he sighed and looked down at her wrists.
" 'Tis hard to fell a Dragon, It's harder to end me. Though I may be more fragile in this form, aye.. I am still Dragon. Wounds obtained from battle are easiest to endure.. We were bred for conflict, hunting is our heritage, 'tis our way of feeding ourselves as well as staying strong, proving our strength to others." Looking up into the girls eyes, he actually noticed a type of pride, as if she was glad to know he could take such a thrashing from someone and still keep going. 
"Hah, nay..dreaming you aren't lass. Dragon of legend..such a title had only formed over my stubbornness. Ever since I was a whelp, I was as stubborn as I was foolish. Always pushing passed any pain and fighting until my body betrayed me and fell of its own accord.." Dark teal eyes widened at what was being spoken, making him blink from how open he was being with a human of all things. Perhaps having her see parts of his life was making it difficult to stay silent.

Once Rosalie returned and started to patch her Dragon up, Gore's hadn't faltered since.
"Mistress..you need not worry over my wounds, I heal quickly and I should be fine within the next few days. What of you?..Your clothing may fool others but it fails to fool me.." Looking over her hands, he wanted to make sure she was alright but at the same time, didn't reach for them. If he grabbed her to try and inspect how badly she was hurt, he would only make it worse. With a sigh, Gore's gaze finally fell to his lap while she tended to his body.
"Mistress..allow me to hold word with you." Looking up at his owner, his dark teal eyes lingered for a moment before continuing. "The seasons that have come to pass have held..many a thing, but..what you have witnessed, it was..it was of a nature no other has truly seen and no human should have seen such a thing.." Looking over her small frame, he wondered if she could really handle seeing something like that and actually come out unscathed.
"Hah, never mind Rosalie..I am merely taken back that my life had been out in the open in such a way..It concerns me as to what you may think." For once during this whole event of being owned and claimed by a human, through all the years that passed? Gore actually felt vulnerable. He felt as if parts of his life were now going to be dissected and brought out for all to see and then what would follow would be cruel words and attempts to bring back old memories of pain. Humans were cruel..

Looking over the bandages that now seemed to wrap around him, the Blood Dragon smiled at her, bowing his head. No Dragon would be used to feeling grateful toward any of [i]their[/i] kind so it was an unusual feeling for Gore to have.
"Thank you, mistress..and, thank you for your kindness. Earlier within our shared dream, you had thanked me which is nay something I am used too..hah you had even thanked me when we first first met and that itself shocked me quite a bit..I know that you see me as a monster but things such as that do not go unnoticed. So..thank you." With a smile, he stood up and sighed.
"Shall I start on breakfast? I feel as if I should hurry before the older man wakes up, his disdain for me is painfully obvious." Said Gore, thinking that his owners disdain also seemed to be at hand as well. Whether or not she still felt that anger toward him wasn't known but he didn't want to push his luck. Rosalie calling him a monster still stuck with him, even if he was such a thing.

Moving over to the counter, The ancient Dragon started to gather ingredients to make a decent sized breakfast, feeling his own stomach growl while he was preparing the meal. Attempting to ignore it, he continued cooking for the family and before long, an entire meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and other parts to a breakfast were all placed on the table. Looking over at Rosalie, he seemed to feel the same way she did. Maybe they should talk about what happened, Ever since the beginning, she spoke of finding her father and had even asked him for his aid and now? After watching her react to such a traumatic sight? Only made him wish that he could help her further. 
"Rosalie --" Shaking his head, he decided there was only one way to shorten her name that he hadn't heard yet. "Forgive me for this but..May I call you Ro? I feel as if me calling you by your full name is meant for a parent whom is frustrated with their child.. Your culture shows that anyway." If she said yes, he would not and continue calling her that, but if she didn't he would simply go about using her full name.
"Ro, whatever you had seen in your dream, I..I wish to tell you that where ever your father is, we will find him.. You had asked for my help and I will try and help you in your search.. Where ever he is, we will find him.." With that, Gore nodded. Only to have his stomach growl even louder. 

With a shake of his head, Gore would continue trying to serve breakfast until finally his hunger began to force his hand.
"Mistress..may I please be excused to go hunt?.. I have held this form long enough and I..I am rather hungry." He exclaimed, looking at her in hopes she'd let him. If she did, he would immediately head to the door after thanking her, taking flight and heading off.
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A short time later..

Johnathan Clearwater woke up with anger still in his eyes. Both at his children and the destroyed weapon. Heading downstairs, he found a breakfast waiting as well as Rosalie, staring at her.
"Morning Rosa..Would you mind if we talked?" He asked, seeming to not come off as aggressive as he did the prior evening. "Did you make all of this?" He asked, rather shocked to see a full spread meal, sitting down next to her, he just nodded before starting to dig into an omelette that was prepared. 
"Rosa, I need to ask you a few things..What were you thinking buying that monster? It's a danger to everyone around and not just that, it's an animal! Why would you even buy him? For profit? Are you planning to make a living off of this beast or did'ja think of something else to use it for? Everything we've heard about that..[i]thing[/i] has been full of blood and death..Do you really think it will stick by you and keep its word?!" Exclaimed John, clearly disturbed that she went and bought him without much of a thought. He hated the Dragon and that was obvious considering he called him an "it"..