The Hunters were slowly drawing closer to their mark. The breathing and rustling noises that came from -those- creatures was always loud to the creature that stirred within the Mountain. Carelessness..That was why they were there, for being too careless the one that was being hunted now had to deal with a number of those pathetic creatures. No matter what happened next, he would have to hope they found nothing. Though with what had currently happened? He doubted they would give up until the entire Mountain was searched. One would question why he wouldn't just fly away but with his size? They would see him easily. Letting out a gruff noise, the one being hunted merely curled up in a deep cave on the backside of the mountain. The inside looked to be well lit, as if it were a temple. Bones were scattered in what looked to be a traditional way as well as a pool of blood on the side, seeming to have several bones floating around in it. 

The Dragon could hear the rustling noises slowly getting louder. Perhaps they were drawing closer to his den? It would be hard for them to enter but maybe if they were determined enough, who could say what they would be willing to do. Looking down at the charred circle he was in, Gore snarled, thinking back to the last encounter he had with one of -them-. 
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A storm had come to wash over the land as mankind traveled out in force to obtain the Blood Red Dragon after his latest assault against them. Though the rage in mans heart wasn't entirely unjustified, after all more had died than needed to. Countless had fallen to the rage that Gore had, villages were set ablaze and only a handful had survived to send word to the capital of what happened. One of the darkest days of their history and it was delivered by the Blood Dragon. Though few understood why, One man knew why. Why such a powerful creature felt such anger and resentment toward the people who took -it- from him. It's only natural for someone to feel that way when something precious and significant is lost after all. They were the fools who sought -it- out, and claimed it for themselves. 

So on the humans rode to strike down the Blood Dragon once and for all, the Dragon that wiped out almost an entire kingdom, only they found him waiting in the rain, on a now nameless battlefield that could only be found by one whom had been there. 
The humans moved up, placing their Ballista's and arms at the ready to stop the Dragon in his tracks. Generals had stood, ready to give the order to fire, ready to finally take the damned beast down. A crack of thunder was heard, but then came the loud roar that bellowed throughout the land, so loud that it shook the very cores of the mortals that stood before Gore. With that, the General ordered them to fire and finish it, and so they had. Only something happened that no one expected. Gore had disappeared. He didn't fight, he didn't attack the mercenaries or generals or even the would-be army that stood before him. 

Though mankind is a vile and twisted thing, they wanted it done more than anything..so they continued their search for the Blood Dragon, they searched mountaintops to the lowest of the realms depths that they could reach. Only to have the Dragon just vanish as if he had never been there. 
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The sound of man had now started to echo into his cavern, making the beast within to stir and move. The humans were talking among themselves, though a familiar tone was heard to the Dragon that made him grin, flashing his massive fangs. 
"Afraid are they.." Said the Dragon in a dialect no Human could understand. To them it would sound just like grunting and snarling. The sounds drew closer and one could make out what they were saying and how they were saying it. Clearly the Hunters were picking on one another about how each was nervous and what they would do if they actually found what they wanted within. The Dragon moved to the Shadows of his Den, making sure to stay low so they wouldn't see him. 

"Haha I bet Rochford is going to wet himself! Look at 'em! He's trembling! What do dark caves scare you?" Said one of the Hunters to the one whom was leading. The leader of the few just narrowed his eyes at him. 
"I aint the one who's shaking..Shut up! If it's here? It can hear us!" Exclaimed Rochford, moving further into the den until they had finally reached the flame lit area, looking around with wide eyes. The look of fear and concern was obvious on all of their faces.
"What..what is this place..this aint right guys, this aint right!" Exclaimed the one that was making fun of the man called Rochford just a few moments ago. He stared at the blood pool, looking at it as if it were telling him something. The pool slowly swirled with momentum of something moving, before it started to ripple as if a tremor was occuring. 

"That's it! I'm getting outta here! To hell with this!" He shouted, running back the way he came in, clearly fear had gotten the best of him. That is until a tail whipped out of the shadows, wrapping around the coward, pulling him back quickly into the darkness. The other Hunters stared, terrified as they saw a fiery growl escape their so-called prey's lips. That's when they heard it; the sound of Bones cracking and their ally screaming in bloody agony. 
"GORE IS HERE! GORE GOT SAMSON!" They screamed, trying to reach for their com-link to tell the others. But fear had gotten the best of them and they couldn't accurately hold the button down with how much they were shaking. "Fire! Open fire!" They shouted, firing into the darkness that seemed to house what the Humans considered Death itself. 

As they fired multiple rounds into the shadow, something bloody launched out from the darkness and hit one of them. Rochford held his ground and fired but the others all stared in disbelief. It was the body of Samson that not a few minutes ago was cracking jokes on the group. They began to pull out of the cave, firing rapidly. 
"Pull back! Pull back we need bigger weapons!" Though as they got to the entrance of the flame lit area, a loud roar bellowed from the shadows, causing the men and women to cover their ears from the sheer pain of the noise. The Blood Dragon let out a blast of fire, cooking several of them in his den before rushing out, bringing up his claw and swiping at the group of people, rending several of them. Everyone else just ran for the entrance of the cave, trying to get out alive.

Rochford got to the entrance of the den, breathing heavily as he tried to get a grasp on his cable to get down from the backside of the mountain, only to feel something slice the cord he was gripping. Looking up, he could see the tip of Gores wing retract back onto his back as the legendary Blood Dragon watched while the 'leader' of the group of hunters Perished. It was as if the Dragon was grinning while watching. That's when he heard other Hunters moving across the mountain to come and find out what happened. It appeared that these people weren't alone. With a faint growl, Gore gripped his cavern, folding his wings in a way to help launch him forward, taking flight. Though he didn't fly up, instead he stayed to the side of the mountain that can help hide where he was. 
Using his claws, he grappled onto the sides of it, moving into the snowy top of the mountain and downward. If he could get low enough, he could hide in the forests below while everyone else patrolled in search for him. 

Little did he know, he was heading straight for a group of Hunters that were more prepared for him..