The girls gaze seemed as persistent as his stomach that continued to growl. Rosalie was acting as if she had seen the world and now demanded confirmation on what she saw. That is when the girl started to deem questions that needed answers and demanded that she should know all of what was coming. How was he supposed to know!? 
"Hah, Mistress I have little knowledge of what's to come but I can assure you… whatever does venture forth from the horizon will answer to me far before they seek you out. I am your servant and protector, even during the moons gaze and within your dreams, I shall keep you safe… Besides, what is it yer after? Knowledge of the threats that surround you?  I have spoken naught but truth of the dark arts of what you call magic, if that be what yer after? I will say it again. There are things in this realm that go bump in the night, These are the things your kind nay should ever mettle in.” Taking a moment, Gore had to stop and think about what he was about to tell his owner. After a moment, he continued despite the serious tone his voice had.  “There is something within the dark art they wield. I can feel it with each passing battle... That is why when we first met, I had set you down. The ignorant humans who sought my capture used such foul incantations to claim me. Whatever lies within the darkness that they wield? The words I hold now or ever are not enough to describe it, but what I will say is this… It feeds off from them with sadism and it cares little for the balance of the realm. I felt it the moment it wrapped itself around me and my brothers and sisters… that hunger was far greater than any I have encountered before…" Feeling he answered as much as he could about the oncoming threats, he simply nodded and went back to preparing breakfast.
The second she mentioned heads up, Gore looked up, blinking. "I see nothing… what is this heads up you speak of? Should I collect heads for you? Do you wish me to bring you the heads of future hunts or of those who seek harm upon you?" With another blink, Gore tilted his head at his owner with up-most confusion. Being a few centuries behind was hindering him and he wasn't familiar with any newer terms or phrases.
"A warning eh, lass?? Forgive me, Mistress but have I not been quite adept in my venture of keeping you from harm? Often I warn you when things are coming. This time? I held reason behind my pause. I hold true to the fact that we overcame such ordeals in fine form despite my pause. Though when the next enemy descends upon us, you will know in advance that someone is near. Besides, had I not given you warning over the man with the feminine hair?" Asked Gore with a smile that showed a fang. The Blood Dragon was trying to make light of how he felt inside and yet… The sorrow in his eyes was evident. Watching her when she spoke of something else, but didn't finish? Made the ancient Dragon wonder just what she was thinking as well. Every act that they have shown this very day had mirrored one another. Their feelings over the dream and how they both felt afterward. 

Though one thing he hadn’t expected from her was any concern over his wellbeing. 
“That man…Oh aye, that is true that ye have ever met such a lad. He was one of the two that came for me. Dispatched by the Order to take me in with their wretched spells. When they captured me, they called him Aisen, and his partner Delna. He took exception to the way I killed her, even if he should have never let his guard down around his prey. You would expect hunters to know the hunt, eh?” Said Gore with a darker tone, shaking his head. “Though, he had yet to achieve such power… I believe he is sacrificing himself to wield greater magics… clearly a child whom heeded none of my warning.” Gore said with a scoff, clearly taken back by the man’s persistence in revenge. 

While she tended to his wounds, Gore merely chuckled at what she brought up. 
“Have you ever held word over fire and hearth with any of my kin? Nay the new breeds, I speak from the older generation… Brainwashed children can nary a thought passed what a human wants.” The Blood Dragon continued to stare ahead as if he didn’t feel anything, though how tense he was betrayed his intention.
“I live to serve you, mistress.” Said the Dragon as if that were rehearsed a million times. His tone holding a bit of disdain for whatever fed him such a thing to say. His disdain filled glance however quickly faded when her owing him came up, making him blink dumbfoundedly. Did she seriously just say that?... 
“You owe nothing, everything I have done and will continue to do until your last breath, will be for you, lass. Though nay can I ever say it shall be with ease in which you live. You are the first owner of me in centuries, and that comes with a list of problems all amongst themselves.” 
Watching her pack up the kit and continue to speak, his eyes went from curious to one of deep concentration and hesitation. What should he say to her? His life was meant for a Dragons eyes, not a human! Yet… if he were to tell her, would she understand? As far as owners go, she was most unusual…
“Ye tell them thus; You and I were attacked and it has been handled, aye?... As for what you saw--” Feeling her hand on his shoulder made him look into her eyes before continuing. “I feel uncomfortable.. telling you much of the events that took place, but I shall give some context, aye?” Taking a deep breath, Gore looked down to try and figure out what he wanted to say.
“As moons pass over the skies, much the same has happened in our cultures. Those Dragons were what you would call a council, to guide me and my brothers to a greater tomorrow… only I disagreed with what they were saying. This caused a ripple amongst brother and sister, and thus the Gathering had begun. One of those Dragons that were reigning over me was…” He trailed off, shaking his head with a growl. 
“Hah, thinking back to it now? That is most likely why my kin are now servants. In the weakened state we were, how could we foresee what was unfolding?” When she brought up the blue dragon, Gore’s eyes fell from hers, clenching his fist. 
“...Is it so shocking that I actually loved another? Your stories must paint me in quite a light….” Gore said in a very pained voice, though not because of how she saw him. “He… was innocent. He strived to save our peoples, and what did they do?... What did I do… I failed to save him…” Gore was shaking before going to his pans and cooking. He didn’t say a word as he set her plate down, nodding to her when she mentioned that he could go hunt. His mood immediately lifted when she said yes.

“Aye, I had planned to stick to the woodland area around your hearth… Thank you mistress.” He said, quickly heading toward the door with a haste. His hunger must’ve been great.
As he opened the door, he chuckled. “You bought the Blood Dragon, trouble is in my title.. As for what was taught? Aye, though history is always written by the victor.” With that, he walked out. The windows nearby could see a large wing unfurl, followed by the faint noise of his take off.  Flying over the closest woodland area, Gore had noticed a large hound that seemed blood ridden. Its skin was leathery and its eyes were blood red. It may have been smaller than half his own size, but it would do nicely.
Smirking, Gore landed with a thud, huffing at it before lowering himself into an attack position, running at it as it ran at him, leaping up onto Gores neck, biting it hard.
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Mr. Clearwater took a minute, thinking over what she said about how she wanted to find her father. 
“I understand you want to find your father, it’s a shame that he isn’t here… but that doesn’t excuse bringing a monster into our home, Rosalie. You don’t need to replace my gun, Make him work it off… it was his fault anyway!” When Rosalie spoke further, his gaze turned a bit cold. “You sound like a sympathizer, He’s nothing but a tool and you’d be foolish to turn your back on him. You’re right he hasn’t done anything yet but that Dragon? That particular one? Has killed more people than the days you’ve been alive. A sea of bodies would be an underestimate and… I do want you to find Setton, I just think that trusting that thing? Is a mistake on your part…” Mr. Clearwater got up to get some coffee, trying to calm himself down. “You can keep him for now, Rosalie. Find your father… I don’t want you to be left wondering, just… Promise to be careful around it… and careful, you’re starting to sound like a sympathizer to them which is far more dangerous in public. They are nothing and will always be nothing. That’s the way of it.” Mr. Clearwater then left to go back to his room, leaving her in silence.
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The houndlike monster was quick, jumping from place to place, biting at every point he could on the Blood Dragon, only to be thrown off by his tail with each attempt. Gore circled around the hound, letting it play out until finally when the hound jumped at his wing and actually cut into it, Gore slapped the beast down with a claw, biting into his side. The dragon’s massive jaws wrapped around the body of the hound, blasting it with fire, managing to cook the inside while the thing was still alive. Dropping the now roasted hound, Gore sunk his teeth into it, feasting on it. 
Several minutes went by until the Blood Dragon lifted his head, staring in a random direction. Meat fell from his mouth as a low growl came from his lips. Most of the hound was eaten, enough to show some bones in the mess of what is left of it. 

A second later, Gore took off, flying over as he saw a man running haphazardly through the forest. Landing behind him, Gore let out a roar, wrapping his tail around him violently before bringing the man up to look at him.
Aisen... He looked to be bleeding and nearly dead. He was struggling in Gores grasp, only to be slammed down. When Aisen looked up, he dark energy shot out at Gore, grazing his cheek, cutting into his scales. Gore took the hit, moving with the momentum before slowly looking down at the tiny man. The anger in his teal eyes was boundless, as if there were only one thing in the world, and that was Aisen.
Aisen stepped back, trying to attack again, only to find a tail smacking him into a tree. The man could hear a crack in his body, and then tried to stand and run, only to find Gore drag him back and drop him. Clearly the Blood Dragon was playing with him.
The dark caster tried getting back up, only to find the Blood Dragon had shifted back to his human form.
“You… you don’t scare me, bastard…” Aisen said, which followed with Gores laughter. Aisen took this time to start to run, only to have Gore follow, walking at the ‘hunters’ running pace.
“I scared Delna…” Gore said in a sinister tone. “When I grabbed her… I could hear how her heart sped. To the depths of her being, She was crying out for you to save her…” 
When Aisen turned around a tree, Gore was there to grab him and pick him up by his throat. “Her pale limp body wouldn’t of served for anything.” Having Aisen at eye level, Gore leaned close to him. “Do ye know what you’ve done, lad?... What you made me relive?” Gore said in a hushed tone before dragging his claw deep into the tree that was behind the man, snarling rapidly. A clicking noise coming from his throat. 
“You and she are nothing but weaklings… You think you’ve seen darkness?... I’ve seen things that you’ve only seen in your nightmares… Things that come for you… things that you can’t even see…Now? Delna sees them too with where she is…” Gore let out a dark laugh before slamming his claw into the man, causing several ribs to break by the sheer force. Aisen fell limp in pain, groaning before being dragged by his hair back to the house.
“…You attacked my mistress too, perhaps she wants to be part of the hunt, aye?” Gore said in a very dark tone, laughing the entire way back to the house like a mad man.