Arclite

Blood Rose Dragon

A scoff escaped the Blood Dragons lips when she claimed he could be telling the truth. Teal eyes fell over the girl as he tilted his head at her.
"If your history books deemed such events to be..Then it -must- be true. Haha such faith in your own kind must truly be the greatest depths of naivety.." Taking a deep breath, Gore narrowed his eyes at her. His tone now completely sincere and somewhat resentful. "..Allow me to enlighten your mind, young one..History is determined by the one whom is still standing; The Victor..Though your kind are far from victorious. If a battle took place then aye, they would hold such titles and mayhaps even my respect. Instead..your people manipulated, lied, and betrayed..Like Humans do. Even if I unfolded the events of what had truly occurred in days long passed. Nay would you believe me. Then I pose another question..How -do- you think you won such a fabled battle? If it existed, if there was indeed a glorious battle that waged among the two species, how are -you- still here. Your own eyes witnessed those who dared pick up a blade against me. Aye, there are more of you than there are Dragons..especially after your kind herded mine into stables, away from our mates. Hundreds of you are nay worth -one- true Dragon in the field.. I slumbered for centuries but nay am I truly ignorant to what your kind has done to mine..unlike you it seems, mistress."

After a moment, a grunt left his lips before he continued.
"The young ones of my kind know not of their true bloodlines..They no not the worth of a true name, merely because Humans care little for what they are called. My brothers and sisters earned their names through hardship, suffering, strength and wisdom. Now? The Dragons your kind have raised go through their lives believing that your kind are some sort of deity. Hah! Such a notion is beyond ridiculous. If you truly held the whip as much as -you- clearly believe..It would have taken less of you to bind me than it did..instead, the two who managed to claim me, sold their inner fire for darkness..They know not what they had done. If they had seen what I have, even a human would do what must be done and seal such power away.."
The resentment in his tone never truly faded, Gore also seemed somewhat melancholic over the talk of other Dragons. Looking at him now, he actually seemed sympathetic to the days that had passed. Could he had changed something?

Looking over the fresh claw marks, he then turned to look back at Rosalie, tilting his head at her. Did she really not know much about Dragon anatomy?
"..It will heal. To live as long as Dragons are intended, a majority of what you and your kind succumb to will not hinder upon me. Dragons are not like Humans..the inner fire within us burns hot enough to cast out infections and most diseases.." Feeling the back of his horn once more, Gore simply sighed. "Though..there have been occasions where we fall into ill-being." Looking over her, The Blood Dragon wondered if she actually cared if he became ill or if she was just worried about her investment.
"If you wish for me to clean it, I will..You are meant to be kept safe and if I by some means fall ill..Then you will be left with the two daggers upon your person..Do you even know how to use them?" He asked, looking at the blades that were at her legs.

The next thing she said actually shocked him to the point of the Dragon wearing a dumbfounded look upon his face. With a blink, he coughed.
"..I..I am right to defend myself?" He asked, looking at her. Out of everything she had said to him, the whole time Rosa spent with him? His mistress actually said he was right to fight back.
"The perspective of a Dragon is -still- a perspective, mistress..but..thank you, for considering my side without scoffing at such a thing. Many humans would have said that I deserved to be captured and imprisoned for all that I have done." As she went on, Gore just laughed, nodding faintly. "Aye, I could be just speaking ill-truths to you, attempting to win your favor..or, I could be telling you the truth..events that happened long before you were born, to make the Blood Dragon -loathe- your kind..Aye, my kind love to hunt, conflict is what drives us forward much like it does your kind; Though there is a difference..Nay did I go looking for it after my hunger was sated. Rage is bred through the actions of others, not because one is simply inclined to bring about death and tragedy..Hah, your kind like to paint mine as ignorant, aye?..Perhaps they should look upon themselves, before casting out an entire species.."

The Ancient Dragons eyes immediately diverted in the direction of him hearing something rustling. Standing up, he looked at his owner.
"..Mistress.."
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As the two brothers continued on their way, one would find it odd that they didn't manage to see the rather large fire that their sister seemed to have by her. Instead, they would start to hear rustling and huffing around them. A type of grunting could be heard until a rather large creature stood on its hind legs, not a few yards away from Sigmund. It looked as if it were wounded by a something sharp. A slight breeze swept through the tree's, causing them to rustle. A moment late, The bear like creature started to rush the two. It let out a roar, rushing at the two. Bringing up its claws, it used its height and brute strength to try and knock one over. Sigmund seemed to be completely stunned, but the younger brother grabbed him and tried deflecting the attack with his sword.. only to find that the weight of the creature bared down on him, knocking him down. The creature was about to drop down on him and feast until a thud could be heard, the ground shook from whatever impacted.
Something appeared to wrap around the creature, pulling the full weight of it effortlessly, tossing it away. Looking now, the Blood Dragon immediately seemed to position himself between the creature and the two brothers. Leaning his snout closer, he let out a defiant and much louder roar than the creature previously had, snapping his jaws shut at it. The creature immediately recoiled, moving back into the hills, wanting to get as far away from the monster that just stopped him from having his dinner.
Gore looked back at the two humans, huffing. Craning his head to look at the rider that was on his back, he smacked his lips together as if to ask her if these two were the ones they were waiting for..

Whether it was or not, Gore turned to look at the two who seemed to be wandering close to his mountain. They appeared to look as if they were somewhat lost, but braving the dark woods? They must have had some good reason to it. Especially with how many had died there within the month. Yes because of him, but still.
Patting his claws into the ground lightly, his teal eyes never left the brothers. He didn't mean to break his promise..Even if they didn't freak out, he wasn't on his best behavior. Instead, he acted like any predator would, that was caring for its young. Not that he considered he was in anyway responsible for these two, just that he was meant to keep his mistress happy. Considering the downside of not showing up when he did? They probably would have died to the beast. Dragons would know best that when a predator is wounded, it is at its most fiercest moment. His teal eyes seemed to dull down a bit, snorting at the thought. These humans would run and fear him and his mistress wouldn't trust him no matter what he did. She would most likely completely disregard him interfering with them and the creature that was clearly starving..

Blood Rose Dragon

When Rosa had been set down, the Blood Dragon started to gather wood and began piling it up. Large branches were all over the place from the conflict so it wasn't difficult. Once he set that up, he blasted it with his fire, lighting up the immediate area in the flame-lit glow.
The question made him stop and stare at her. Minutes passed and the Dragon just seemed to tense up, gripping the dirt beneath them with his claws. Shifting back, the Dragon moved to the fire he made, crossing his arms. All she did was think of him as some monster. Was it easier that way!? The world was black and white, there were no other area's. You were either evil or good in her eyes, right?!
"Did your kind care if they invaded my hearth.. For nothing more than coin!? I had done -nothing- to your kin for centuries and -still- you obsessed over my capture.. Do they care that they -enslaved- my brothers and sisters. Hah, I am willing to wager that your -people- have forgotten how the times have come to be this way..There was nay ever a great battle between the pests that is the humankind and my kin..Do you believe it was because your people are better than mine? Hah, You see it right that you control Dragons, even though we're stronger..faster..and just as capable as -you-. Nay..There was no battle, no honor.. If there was, the Human Race would be extinct, and my kind would hold thrones all throughout the skies..instead we..."
Gore slowly began to trail off, seeming to be lost in the memory of what happened ages upon ages ago.

Looking back at her, he noticed the desperation in her eyes. There were few things that would make anyone feel that and he knew it well. After a scoff, he clenched his claws into fists. She clearly struck a nerve with the question. After all, she was right. He was was a monster. The Ancient Dragon knew that she didn't have much of a reason to give him any type of benefit of the doubt, even if he was already owned by her.
"I grant you my word, mistress..I will try and be on what you call 'best behavior.'..Even if frightening them would amuse me greatly." With that, Gore started to walk around the flames, finding himself looking back at his mistress who was obviously hungry.
"I am going on a hunt..You look as if you are starving and seeing as you turned down a meal earlier..perhaps you will not do the same this time..Stay near the fire and it will keep you safe."

Without a chance for her to say no, he was already gone, taking off in a direction that looked like it still flourished with plant life.
The expression he wore hadn't changed since she asked that question. How could he answer that? No matter what he said, wouldn't she just judge him anyway? Thoughts like that raced through the Blood Dragons head over and over while he went and found different things she would like, he stopped and looked at several bushels of white fruit. Moving closer to it, the humanoid Dragon swiped his claw at its roots, cutting it down. Pulling them closer to him, he turned to head back until he heard a cracking sound behind him. Turning around, he saw a rather large bear like creature, huffing hungrily at him. The odd thing was, most animals could sense he was a Dragon no matter what form he took, this creature however..didn't seem to care.
After the staring had gone on for a few minutes, the Bear roared and started to run at the Dragon. The large creature quickly got up on its hind legs, bringing its large clawed paws down at him, hitting him, making him stumble back and drop the bushel he was carrying. Moving his claw over the fresh wound, he stared at the blood that poured from the gashes going down his form.

Narrowing his eyes, The Blood Dragon quickly recovered and ran at the bear, bringing up his own claws, slashing into the large creature, using the momentum of the swipe he gave, quickly turning his shoulder toward the beast, slamming it hard enough to actually knock it back several meters. Moving to collect the bushel, the Dragon turned back to watch the bear like creature slowly pick itself back up.
"..." Heading back to the camp he made, he didn't say a word. If his mistress asked about the wounds he now had? He'd just shrug it off and place the fruits on sticks, holding it out into the fire.
After a few moments, a faint simmering sound came from the fruits that were being cooked. Once he heard them, he pulled them out of the fire and moved over to Rosa, holding them out to her.

"These..if cooked at the right amount of time, melt on the inside. They taste like one of the pastries your kind makes with its fruit like taste in tact." Setting it down for her, Gore took one for himself, biting into it.
The whole time, the question still rang in his head. Mid-way through the fruit, he spoke out in a low tone.
"..You see me as a heartless monster, aye? I nay could -ever- regret whom I end. The Blood Dragon has laid waste to entire armies of men and women, torched villages.." With a sigh, he shook his head. "You seem to nay grasp why..All you see is a murderer, aye? -Your- kind..came to take me away. You invaded my hearth, where I have slumbered for centuries, for coin..If your kind weren't as greedy as they are, all of those men and women would have made it back to their hearths, their families..But no, you all wish to blame me for their ends. What was I to do. Allow them to take me? Would you?!"

Gripping the fruit, it actually burst in his hands. His tone became softer.
"..None of you grasp why such events befall your kind and me, you merely paint out a monster when you think you see one, aye?.." A sigh left his lips before he simply looked down at the ground.
"I nay regret taking their lives..I regret them choosing to fall into greed. I regret that they will nay ever see their loved ones again..I have yet to forget a face of those who have come for me and have died against me. The fires within are not meant to be forgotten, even when they are extinguished in such ways..Though if I hadn't fought back? I may have fallen to them. Allow me to ask this..Which is a greater cause, to defend oneself against the tyranny of others, or to claim a life for coin? Your people are the monsters.."

As soon as he was done talking, he heard rustling in the distance. Clearly someone was coming their way..

Blood Rose Dragon

Once Gore had heard he speak in the way she did, Gore's eyes gleamed slightly.
"I could go find them if you wish mistress..Dragons are indeed great hunters, nay that it shall take such to find those two..Those contraptions are loud, and they hold a strange smell to them..I am certain that finding them would take only a bit of time..but, as you wish mistress. If they force their way to us, I will cover your eyes and make them cry in fear."

The Blood Dragon had seen the world change and shift into what it had become in the present. How the day of man was once ruled by the strongest arm or quickest reaction. Now? It was who held the most coin in their pockets. Who could afford the strongest tools. The proof of that was when he engaged that hunter in the 'battle' 3 weeks prior. He held a blade unlike anything he had seen, his skills on the other hand? Were pathetic to say the least. In the Ancients eyes, he saw far greater men come and try their hands against him, men who were able to move as if they were the water in the rivers themselves. To be able to dodge and strike back as if they wanted. Those specific scars? Gore wore with pride. Never one to forget a face of those he has felled, those few that came to him? Who were exceptional? He considered greater than their kind. They deserved to be remembered and honored.

"Whatever you may call those contraptions, they make your kin feeble and childish. In the days of old, the men whom gain the greatest amount of skill held the sway of battle. Many men as well as women have fell in the fight against me. To claim me..I remember those from centuries passed far greater than I do those from merely moons passed. Aye, The contraptions help those with disadvantages, though your view of such a claim and my view are far different, mistress..Disadvantages are what one is born with. Many hold them in stride. Though to say waging a bout with me? Hah..'We are human, that is our disadvantage.'. The thought makes me chuckle..I wear the scars of far greater men with pride, over those that granted some order to propel their weapons at me, weapons with minds of their own.. There was one man whom nearly ended my life with -true- wit and talent..That human shall nay ever be forgotten, nor did he require your 'toys'."
After he had finished speaking, Gore took a moment to reflect on what he said. Knowing he shown some sign of disrespect toward the girl? The Blood Dragon didn't care! She hasn't shown him an ounce of kindness besides saving him. Since she had been his owner, there was always judgement in the girls eyes. As if her believes were fundamentally the truth. -That- bothered the 'Monster' in front of her.

Whether or not the wounds that the Blood Dragon wore now were from him being captive? Gore would never allow such satisfaction to fall onto people. Perhaps there was some other way that he became as 'obedient' as he was.

The second Rosa mentioned of his first taste in magic, Gore had stopped, looking down at his shoulder. A faint smile came to his lips, shaking his head.
"Hah..The first encounter with what you call magic was..long before Humanity developed. Dragons used to hold reign over the realm. We were free..we held a hearth even...Among one of many trials, I encountered something..brilliant.." Stopping there, he coughed and shook his head. "The first time I had encountered your magic was before I had been captured by humanity for the first time. The skies turned dark and lightning fell from the sky, hitting my brothers and sisters and even me. We held no clue of what was happening, though we all could sense something was off. We soon found a coven of witches attempting to bring us down..All of us were enraged at how they abused the ancient 'magics' of old. It had been sloppy of them to come without a garrison of Knights and warriors behind them.."
The smirk that held on the Dragons face widened before he went on his way to make her something to eat.

"Your kin's opinion of me matters not. They shall decide and judge as they will, without ever truly knowing what they are judging. Nay were they around in the days passed, nor are they here now..You would be wrong, mistress. Dragons are capable of things such as humans are. Regret is our greatest enemy, and unlike humankind? We aren't objects or tools, we hold our own emotions and concerns as well as many thoughts. It is alright though, if they are to decide what I am? It is only fair. I have decided what your kind are long ago."
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Once she was on his saddle, he looked back at her with a faint grumble. Rosa's words -always- seemed to be rude and condescending. Did she really think so little of him? Gore didn't expect respect, though being judged by his own master/mistress? That seemed rather off. Owning him meant that she was going to be with him for quite some time.
Hearing that they would be meeting the ones who sent her out on this dangerous journey, the Ancient Dragon wondered what they were like. Probably crude and smug like the rest of humanity. Sending a girl out into such dangerous places like a possible battlefield? Were they mad!? Or perhaps the stories of what he is were starting to lose their hold over the people of the realm.

When his mistress stopped talking, they were off and heading toward his old home. At first it was an easy flight, though dusk quickly began to befall them. Gore hadn't slowed at all during it, though his gaze did flicker back to his owner. Did she grow tired easily? Even if she was worried that he could take her life, -now- would be the time to do it. It was dark, they were in the middle of no where.. No one would know. The thought never came to the Blood Dragon. He just carried on his way toward the mountain.

After several more breaks, Gore had finally landed by the mountain he once resided in. With a quick shake of his body, the 'lizard' looked around at the faint blood marks there were. Tree's that were knocked over and splintered and the scorched earth that lay before him. With a huff, the Dragon started to walk toward the town, wondering what was going to happen next. He wasn't sure whether or not they would revolt at seeing him, but he would follow whatever Rosalie said to make it easier for her to return home.
Of course if things got too bad, they could hide that he was a Dragon. It wasn't completely impossible..Wrapping his claws up and putting a rather large hat on him could do it. Though his eyes could probably give him away..
Once they got close enough, Gore set her down gently, looking at her. He waited for her orders. Did she want the two brothers to see him in Dragon form first? Or did she want to surprise them while he was in human form, and to jump out and shift when they least expected it? Either way, he was ready to do both.

Blood Rose Dragon

Gore had been in the sky for only a few moments before his head turned to take in everything that was happening around them. The Airships were multiple sizes, some looked to be equipped for war while others looked like cargo vessels and even transports. With a huff, he craned his neck, looking back at his rider that seemed to question how the old world was versus the new one.
Magic..Magic had been a practice that was around for a long time, not all of it as bad as the type he had witnessed three weeks prior, as well as centuries before. that type was specific. When he had encountered sorcerers in battle, they often didn't have the type of potency that the dark magic those 'Void' members wielded. Instead was more controlled then it looked to be today. Humanity grew lazy over the centuries.
With a quick nod, the Blood Dragon started to move closer to the airships, slowly flying next to them to match their speed. He made sure not to make any aggressive movement, even if he had the urge to try and do something, the sight of kids moving to the windows and the sides of the airship to see him made his eyes soften somewhat.

Looking at the back of the airship where there looked to be propellers as well as some sort of engine with runes on it, Gore just scoffed at the sight. Runes were something humans were never meant to find..
Letting the airship fly by, the Dragon simply looked back at his new mistress, tilting his head at her. Did she really think that he couldn't find his way back? They kept him locked up for a majority of the trip! With a faint grumble from his massive jaws, the Blood Dragon nodded. That is until he heard something around. He didn't seem to turn his head or move. As soon as the bikes were about to ram into him, Gore rolled out of reach. The second the Dragon managed to recollect himself out of such a move, he took off after the riders. The bikes seemed rather fast when they glided through the skies..but Dragons were the one who ruled the skies. Angling his wings and tail, the Ancient Dragon started to close the distance between him and those on the bike. That is until a blast of energy came from the bikes, making them go faster. With a huff, Gore wasn't going to be defeated that easily. Looking up at the skies, he quickly ascended a bit. The bikes had increased the gap by a decent amount until the Blood Dragon furled his wings, diving downward hard. Once he was back around the same height the bikes were, he rolled and flapped his wings, launching him at the Razors. Within moments, the Blood Dragon was flying next to them, even with their engines blaring as hard as they could. With a huff, the Dragon snapped his jaws at them before going faster, outplaying they very machine that his mistress was going to buy instead of him.

After a few moments as well as the two bikers crying that their machines were defeated, Gore started to fly back to where his mountain was, only following the path to keep her home.
It didn't take long for Gore to need a rest, landing near a river bank in a meadow. Moving over to the water, he dipped his head into it, shaking it around inside the river bank, coming back up with several fish in his jaws. Snapping on them, he looked back over at his owner, using his tail to wrap around her and set her down. This time he seemed more gentle about it.
When she got down, she could probably see how badly his wings were, only..the wounds he had weren't from the attack. They looked as if they were done to him without much of a fight. 'Breaking' him, may have actually been more so breaking his body than his will.

Leaning his head down toward the ground, the ancient beast let out a wave of fire from his mouth. Once he created the small campfire, he started shifting into his human with a whimper of pain from his wings moving as they did. Looking at his owner, then at the river.
"You had asked such a thing as magic being around whilst I was still a threat to mankind..aye, it was..There has been different kinds of what you call magic..One of the elements, Hah your kind attempting to master fire amuses me..but they held it and it was common. Sorcerers held this ability to control and used it to herd my brothers and sisters where they wanted us to be. Spiritual is another. Nay as common, nor should it be underestimated. It allowed healing, as well as a number of other, more questionable things. Dishonor falls on those whom use such. Manipulating the spirits of ancestors is a shameful act..Humans are odd."
The Blood Dragon stopped talking for a moment, but there was another magic he hadn't mentioned.
"Lastly, there is Dark Magic..I had only encountered it twice, and..I only know of two things of this specific power. One is that the fire held within my heart is what keeps it at bay when I am against such a thing. And two.." Looking at her, The Blood Dragon shook his head. "Many things have happened in all my years among the realm. Many things that your kind has no right to obtain. Dark Magic, is the worst thing you could have discovered. Something lies within such power..I have felt it each time it has been used against me. When my brothers and sisters were taken from me, whatever was within such power, clawed out to me...Just as it did when the pair of humans struck me down.."

The Blood Dragon seemed to tense up at the thought, getting lost in his own head. After several moments, the Blood Dragon just shook his head and sighed.
"What you call magic, was also more controlled in the days of old..Your kin have grown lazy. What is, is nay better than what was. Machines over skill and effort? I fear for the future of the realm."

Within a moment, the Blood Dragon had dived into the river, springing up with two fish in his claws. Moving over to his mistress, he looked at her.
"Are you hungry, mistress? I can make you something to eat." Moving away from her, he started to remove the scales from the fish with ease. It was obvious that he had some talent at this considering that none of his kind actually needed to do this. Each of them, no matter their build? Had a sharp set of teeth that could rend most things apart, let alone a tiny fish.
When he was done, he stood up and went to find two sticks, pushing them into the fish, skewering both. Heading over to the fire, he stuck the stick into the ground on the outside of it, letting the fish cook.
The Dragon seemed to do things rather quickly, already finding a number of spices from plants. Though he had no mushrooms, like her thought suggested he would.

When it was done, he pulled them off and looked at them, tilting his head with a nod.
"Aye, they look rather good. Even if I had not made such a thing in centuries, I still like to believe that I hold the talent well." Holding it out to her, he smiled. He could already tell that she thought he'd poison her.
"Do you believe I'd poison you mistress? Hah, have your stories of me truly missed who I truly am -that- much? Poison is dishonorable and used by cowards..If your stories were so convoluted as to dismiss who I truly am, are you certain the tales your kind tell you are actually accurate?"

After the meal he made, whether she ate it or not. He would shift back and help her onto his back. The Blood Dragon resisted taking off immediately, turning his head to look at his wings. He flapped them once, extending them to get a feel for them. With that, he gripped the dirt beneath him, launching himself up before heading toward his mountain once more.

Blood Rose Dragon

i won't take this long to post again, i promise =( it's okay to post late you're busy i understand

Blood Rose Dragon

The Blood Dragon had noticed how people were gripping onto the rocks they had found. It was hard getting anything passed the Dragon that had seen most of what the realm had to offer.
Though when his new mistress approached him, the Dragon seemed to be taken back by how she greeted him. It was so unusual to see her be 'cheery'. Ever since he had encountered her, all she had done was blame him and fight him. When he tried saving her, she beat on him to make him stop. If he had no scales to protect him? He would most likely taken his tail and thrown her off with it. The thought of how she saw him did enter his mind, making him wonder just how much she resented him for being just what he was? Maybe she was like the other humans. Maybe she was angry..
With a faint huff, he tried greeting her in this form. Letting out a snort and slightly murmur, he bowed his head and nodded to his rather large face to her. Looking at her hand, he tilted his head. That's when a kind of playful idea came to his head.

Staring at her hand, Gore slowly licked his lips, making sure to emphasize the sound his jaws made. He only wanted to make her think he was considering of eating her.
When she brought up where they were heading, Gore nodded and started to follow her slowly, making sure he kept his tail from flicking and possibly destroying a store or home. Of course the Blood Dragon had no clue where Kalandor was, the buildings had changed and landmarks that once were? Were redone or even demolished now. Hearing her bring up him turning back into his human form, he started to question whether she wanted him harmed or not. Did she really want him back in his human form? How could he do anything in that form, humans had good aim and even if he was a smaller, they could do -far- more damage to him. He got the scar he showed her from being in -that- form!
Feeling her bring up the Camera made him huff in laughter. The Ancient Dragon tried his best not to laugh at the thought of someone so old as him, was using this..whatever it was, a camera? Like that. Despite the humor in it, he liked to think that he learned a lot. So he nodded and let out an enthused huff to try and show her how he was feeling.
With a deep in take of breath, he was about to obey his mistress to turn back into his human form.. until he felt the thwack of a rock against his side. Immediately in response, the Dragon's wings extended around his new mistress while he endured it. He was going to protect her no matter how much his wings still bothered him. Gore's initial thought was to look at the human who came up to look at him, thankfully to find that they had retreated. It didn't seem as if that one had anything to do with it. A thwacking sound could be heard again as another stone was chucked at him.

"That man in the uniform should'a executed the likes of ya!" Someone said, throwing a rock at Gore, hitting him in his cheek. Another voice carried on, it was a woman's. "That..that thing murdered my husband! He's never coming home!" She was clearly trying to hold back sobs as Gore was being pelted more. Though what none of them would see due to the wings shielding the human in front of him, was the fact Gore's head had dropped and looked down at the ground as if it were in shame. His darkened teal eyes were clearly enduring what the crowd was saying.
Didn't they know they came into his home!? Wouldn't anyone do the same if they were in his stead?! Of course they didn't care to think about that. They only saw a monster; A legend of blood and pain.

After a short time, the rocks had stopped and they seemed to be clear. With a few steps, Gore let out a sigh and retracted his wings, folding them on his back. The look on his face was a conflict of emotions. It was a Dragons nature to desire conflict, to fight back and to live for the hunt. Though the look in his eyes? It had that and something else.
After another few steps, he quickly began to shift back in mid walk, keeping his eyes down. He didn't want to look up to see anyone. Especially the younger Dragons who would barely know -him-. They knew the name that the humans gave him and their biased tales of what has come to pass, nothing more.

Hearing about the saddle, he looked up finally, nodding to her.
"Aye mistress, Uncertain as I am to the price of a saddle, it is assuredly required. Even in the shortest of times that the battle took place, you seemed uncomfortable. A flight back to your hearth would make any have trouble upon my scales and spikes. If you cannot afford it, I will attempt to offer labor or some other type of favor for the saddle." When she brought up how much she was thinking of bringing along, he only shook his head.
"Dragons are great hunters, mistress. Few may know this, but I can prepare a meal with what I hunt that would suit your standards. A prior master had me trained to learn human dishes, and to know what they like."

After a short walk, they managed to find themselves at a store that seemed to specialize in saddles for Dragons. The sign was lit up bright and there were different kinds of saddles in the window. All made out of leather. Large ones, Small ones and even different colors. Gore looked at it, blinking. The last time someone had purchased a saddle for him, it sure didn't look this glorified..
Walking into the store with his owner, the Blood Dragon kept his eyes down on the floor so she can deal with him. If his name was brought up, he would look up and acknowledge the man in the least communicated way possible. Gore knew his mistress somewhat, but he wasn't about to test her resolve -quite- yet.
Whether or not they could afford it, or what his mistress chose. The Ancient Dragon started to head toward the exit of Desdemona after their shopping was concluded.

Looking at his mistress, he then stared at the saddle they acquired. After a moment, he took a step back and shifted into his true form, wincing once more. Being hurt made changing difficult.
Without a second to lose, The Blood Dragon laid on his stomach so she could reach him easier, lowering his wing to let her climb on him and place the saddle. If she had managed to place it on him, he would stand and help her strap it onto his properly. After that was done, he leaned back down so she could try out her saddle. It had to be more comfortable than the last time she had been on him.
Once she was on, he leaned up a bit, gripping the earth before unfolding his massive wings, launching himself up off the ground. Within the second, the two found themselves in the sky with the airships and even a few of the air machines that she wanted to purchase. The sky seemed lively but not crowded from where they were.

Seeking to find out how much tolerance the Blood Dragon had may not be the wisest sake, but soon she may just find out what he truly thinks and feels of the situation and humankind in general..

Blood Rose Dragon

The ancient Dragon had nestled himself into the alley, feeling the camera hang from his horns while he slept. Despite how it looked, the Blood Dragon -hated- human beds. His kind were never meant for such luxury so even if she had offered for him to have a room as well, he would have only done it for her sake and not his. Beds were soft and rooms were confining.
Gore didn't want to cause his new mistress any more trouble than he had, shifting his form in the middle of the night would have been bad and since it had been so long since he was in this specific form? He wanted to be sure that the room wouldn't suffer for it. Knowing how much he was worth, Gore could only imagine just how much money the girl had spent on him as well as how much she had left on her.
Slowly, the Dragon's eyes fell heavier and he soon drifted off to sleep in the middle of the night. It was true that he was far more vulnerable in this state but he didn't seem to care that he was in a city full of people who may or may not want to see him harmed. The legendary Dragon slumbered as if he were a baby.

~
The day was long and arduous, his master had refused him the arena and instead? Sent him off to handle the fields. The last thing Dragons cared for was the growth of plants. They would sooner set the fields ablaze and feast off the ash that the fires created. Finally finishing the damned fields, he headed back only to find that he was to head out into the near by town to collect items with his master. With a soft and subtle sigh, Gore went with his master to the market, keeping his head down. His dark red color looked slightly paler than usual and his eyes looked more strained as well. It seemed as if the Blood Dragon had fallen ill, it was most likely due to tending the gardens as much as he had..His kind -really- wasn't meant for that kind of work.
Keeping his darkened teal eyes hidden from the other humans and other Dragons in the area, he collected the satchels of seeds and oats, as well as soil from the market, carrying it all as his master went on to explain why he was tending the fields. Something about how his kinds presence always made the insects flee, like they knew he was there or something.

Clearly the human was insane, though Gore still followed him blindly. There were many questions about why a Dragon such as Gore didn't fight back and simply fly off. His masters back was toward him and he could easily take his claw and run the man through. The Blood Dragon couldn't lie..the thought crossed his mind more than once. He wanted nothing more than to taste the blood of this rotund man. The one who kept ordering him to do menial tasks, the very one who made the Legend himself a joke.
Clenching his claw into a fist, he found the restraint he needed and carried on. That is until they had left a store. All he heard was someone say something crude and then he felt a blow to his head that caused him to stumble and fall to his knee's. Everything he had carried fell and he quickly looked around to see what happened, seeing a slab of concrete shattered into multiple pieces. Then his teal eyes looked up at the second floor window that was still opened. There was a group of kids laughing and grinning from the window. A pair of adults were also there looking out the window next to it, grinning themselves.
Gore leaned forward, trying to grasp what was happening. He could hear someone but couldn't make out what they were saying. Moving his claw to the back of his head, he felt the red sticky liquid that poured from where the slab hit him.

The Blood Dragon's senses quickly returned to him, only to hear someone yelling.
"Oi! You kids..I paid good money for him and if he's hurt you're gonna be in debt for the rest'a yer lives!" Feeling the faint vibration of the mans movements into the cobblestone, Gore looked up at his Master with confused eyes.
"Quickly, quickly! Pick up what ya dropped or else ye aint gettin' any dinner for a whole week!" smacking a bag into Gore's head, the Blood Dragon looked down at the small puddle of blood that had quickly formed below him, starting to piece everything together. Moving his clawed fingers over the items he dropped, he collected them with shaky hands. The only thing he wanted was to shift and to blaze every last damn human around! They were laughing at him! What kind of sick people would do something like this to just laugh at him!

Standing back up, Gore had held back the urge to growl. The Blood Dragon just felt sick to his stomach. These pathetic parasites were beyond cruel. If he didn't feel as ill as he did, chances are he would have been able to avoid this whole thing.
"Oi..Lemme look at'cha.." The man moved closer to him, grabbing onto Gore's wounded and nearly ripped off horn, pulling him down hard. Letting out a whimper, Gore felt the eyes of his Master on the wound he had. His horn looked as if it could be pulled off with just a bit more pressure.
"Ah yer alright..No food for you though, not for a week. You load some of the oats and our horses are gonna be a wee bit more hungry than they should be..well, come on."
Gore kept his eyes down on the ground, carrying what he had. Even though he was stumbling all the way home..
~

The Blood Dragon woke up to find a humming bird perched on his snout. Narrowing his eyes at the creature, Gore hadn't moved. Part of him wanted to snap his jaws over the tiny thing. Letting out a snort, he tried getting it off him. Finding that his actions weren't working, the Dragon merely laid there and whimpered until he saw his mistress come from the Inn. Looking up at her, he quickly moved over to her in his true form, leaning down to bow his head to her.
When he left the alleyway, he could hear kids making comments about him. Some of the people were taking pictures and others were gripping onto some rocks they found like they were about to pelt him in the face..

Blood Rose Dragon

The Blood Dragon continued to follow his new mistress around, keeping his on the ground or around them to make sure everything was fine. He couldn't help himself since he started to think more of what happened three weeks prior. How Marian had desperately wanted to capture him. Why did he save her? He couldn't even answer that! Maybe that was it though, maybe he was going soft? He had been away from humanity for so long, maybe the loneliness of being by himself had finally caused his heart to soften toward them enough to actually save some of them. Gore hoped not..
Looking up when he heard her ask about what people had done to him, his dark teal eyes widened a bit at her tone. She seemed genuinely taken back by the news that people had done that to him for no reason. Was this human ignorant or something? Did she really have that little knowledge of just how cruel her kind were? He would enlighten her if it came to it.

"Aye they had mistress..among other things. My kin can heal at a great pace compared to most other creatures in the realm..unless we are ill. One of the many times they had thrown something at me, I had gotten sick with the plague that had come down on your kind, only..I nay know how. Normally Dragons do not fall ill, especially to a Human disease.."
Moving closer to her, he leaned over so she could see right behind his horn was a decently large scar that looked as if it had crushed his horn and almost ripped it out. It healed mostly back in place but the mark remained.
"Falling ill and then receiving such a wound will cause Dragons to heal much slower, if it is a significant blow then it can leave a scar or even kill a Dragon. Thankfully as my owner had put it, my head was thicker than the concrete slab they had used.."
The tone of the Blood Dragons voice had shown that he seemed to hold some kind of off feeling about what they had done to him. That was only the start of the many cruel things her people had done, the many things that a majority of the population had forgotten.

"Mistress, if people dislike me being around you..it nay holds consequence. -You- are my owner. Only you can punish me for my presence and if someone comes to threaten you or harm you, they must deal with me. The duty falls to me when it comes to protecting you. Though if my mistress finds it more compliant, than I shall remain where she tells me to until she calls for me. I am yours, nay any others..Your word is far greater than the millions upon millions who would call upon me."

When it came to people he trusted, the Blood Dragon could think of none. There was no one in the realm he trusted, not even his new mistress. Everything that happened to him because of -their- kind, everything that will continue to happen? The blame falls on these lesser creatures. Though looking at the young woman who owned him now? That same hatred and resentment did fade slightly. She had no real malice toward him besides the discomfort of actually owning him. Even if Gore wanted to ask her outright whether or not she disliked owning him, he remained quiet. He didn't need to know and besides if he did, chances are it would only hurt their 'growing' relationship. The last thing the Ancient Dragon had wanted to do was to make it harder on himself, living with her.
Hearing Rosalie's tone over what he was saying made him blink. Was it that odd for her to listen to how he put things? It was how people had spoken when he was last captured and taken in. He was taught to speak this way as well as taught to hold the manner of which 'Manners' were handled. A gentleman way that most men would probably lose in the current times.

It was true that all Dragons were far weaker in their human states, they were stronger and faster than humans but with the lack of scales, conventional weapons could do a great amount of damage to them. It's why a bullet from Rorshe's gun managed to cause him to bleed. Though if one were to engage a Dragon in actual combat, their weapons were already on them. The claws that Gore had looked as if they could rend flesh and cut through a body like butter.
Though not all Dragons looked as he did in their human forms, only the ones that had a strong toned build in their true form seemed to resemble his more draconic look. Others who were more slim and graceful seemed to hold a more human quality save for a few places on their limbs.
The thought of harming his new mistress hadn't even occurred to the Blood Dragon, after all why would he hurt the one human who showed him a bit of kindness, even if it isn't much. That isn't saying that she didn't annoy him or bother him with her ignorance or naive view on the world. Just the way she looked at him made him feel heavier with doubt. Was owning him that much of a burden?
If the Order came for him, The Ancient Dragon actually didn't know whether or not he would fight them. He couldn't be sure what would happen to him if they ever felt the need to take him back. The first thing that came to mind was..

Gore's teal eyes fell over his new mistress once again, wondering what was crossing her mind when he mentioned why he saved her, the look on her face looked like she saw a ghost. It was more than that, a mixture of emotions that couldn't quite be explained.
"..Aye, The Blood Dragon actually going out of his way to protect a human, 'tis absurd! Hah I remember my mistress blaming me for everything that had happened and even pounding your tiny fists into my neck. You hold my thanks for that mistress."
Even if what he had said on stage was an act, he wanted to kill the naive thought this girl had over him and everything else involving him. She didn't know him yet she judged him for being a Dragon. Because of her he couldn't fly perfectly at the moment, because of -her- he was weaker than what he should of been when fighting the two casters of the Void.
An act or not, that fire never did fade. Gore was only trying to keep what he said in check and nothing more. Though he was only being sarcastic with what he said, he didn't feel any ill feelings toward his owner and he hoped she picked up on that.

When they arrived at the Inn, Gore looked at his owner in a questioning manner. There wasn't a place for Dragons to sleep, but he could probably coil himself in an Alleyway that wasn't in the way of the general public and could probably stay out of sight from most inhabits of Desdemona.
"I can remain here..besides, who would be crazed enough to allow the Blood Dragon to reside in a hearth." Looking down at the camera she tossed him, he just tilted his head at it, then at her. Homework? What the hell was homework!? Was he building a home? Did she plan on using him for hard labor? It was safe to say he was confused until she finally said for him to learn the camera.

"Aye, I shall learn if that is what you wish Mistress.."
Watching her walk into the Inn made him look down at the camera, accidentally pressing the flash again,making him recoil and let out a reptilian snarl at it. He wanted to bite it again out of habit but decided not to. Moving to the Alleyway, he started to press each button, keeping an eye on what they did. Pressing the zoom, he stared at the screen that seemed to make something appear closer. Pressing the adjacent button made it go back and he nodded, satisfied with what he learned. Taking another picture, he did manage to shoot an image of his shirt, laughing faintly at it. This was the last thing he wore in this form. It looked partially ripped but not dirty, it was as if he was in a fight with it.
The Blood Dragon started to move around the Inn, trying to figure the camera out as it started to flash repeatedly. He growled at it, moving his claw over the flash, causing it to stop. This was growing tiresome!

Finally he managed to get the thing to work. He started to take pictures of the sky, watching at how beautiful everything appeared and actually managed to see something that most humans couldn't. The true beauty of it. Hours and several pictures later, Gore had move back into the Alleyway and shifted into his true form, wincing at the change since his new injuries hurt him during the shift.
When he was in his form, he adjusted himself to fit into the tiny space, resting his claws on the ground, laying his head on top of them.

Morning wasn't far away...

Blood Rose Dragon

The ancient Dragon followed his new Master tenaciously, looking around at the city that he barely had a chance to see. When they brought him here, they kept him under a tarp and chain as if he were some horrible thing. Looking back at the girl in front of him, he wondered why she would rarely look back at him. Did he bother her? The thought brought back a memory of several other owners who he was given to since they were children. Often they would shy away and avoid looking at him when he was around, sometimes out of fear or just because they were simply shy away from new people. That could be it! Though this girl was almost fully grown, at least for a human. So he simply bit his tongue, nodding to her each time she looked at him.
"Master..the darkness nay hinders my eyes. I can see in the dark. My people were glorious predators in the realm when mankind had not shown themselves yet. We hunted the largest of beasts..one of which who enjoyed smacking me with it's face..That creature confused me greatly.." Gore blinked, realizing that he had hinted toward his age among other things.

"What I mean to say, Master..is that I can aid your venture nay matter the sun or moon's gaze..I even could speak of what your kind are doing several hearths down from where we stand if that is what you wish."
Keeping his head down, Gore tried not to speak too much. It wasn't that he enjoyed his voice, but this was really the first time he had spoken to a single living person in ages. He had been in his cave for so long that he hasn't seen anyone in ages and he enjoyed conversation, Human or not. Dragons felt lonely too.
Looking over at the festivities, The Blood Dragon's eyes fell on the holograms shown, making him tilt his head at them. They looked so realistic, as if he really were standing on them.
"..It is as if I had bred with a mate and held little ones...A great many of these things are all around.." Looking over at the others that seemed to be on other tables, he questioned where they came from and more so, what they were. He didn't seem to mind though as the children all gathered for them, asking their parents to buy them.

"The last I had walked amongst your kind..Humans had a desire to throw things at me..Children would gather around and kick at a Dragon as if to tempt his or hand.."
Without realizing he had said that out loud, his dark teal eyes widened before immediately finding himself bowing his head, biting his tongue.
"You have my apologies, Master..I nay had meant such words..I shall not speak of such things again." Gore wasn't going to say that his memories were meaningless or that he was wrong to say them. He just knew that Dragons should never speak of the past, especially when not questioned about it. Humans were..fragile creatures. They never wanted to hear about how horrible they truly were.
Moving along, Gore had found himself looking over a great many things until something was thrown at him. He caught it, immediately making it flash in his face. His eyes widened as he bared his fangs, growling at it as it flashed at him again, making him whimper. Leaning down, he bit at it, trying to find out what the hell it was.

"This sorcery..I nay enjoy such things!" He said in a rather cute way, biting more at the camera, causing it to flash repeatedly against his teeth, mouth and face. Gore immediately recoiled, moving his long slithery forked tongue around his mouth, coughing as if he had something in his mouth.
"It must have infected me, The light had been in my mouth!" Snapping his jaws, he found nothing wrong, making him growl at the Camera, narrowing his eyes at it. Looking over at his master, he wondered what her reaction was to the weird device, making him look at her, questioning what her intentions were. He didn't know whether or not she was enjoying tormenting him or if she just wanted to make him learn. After another minute, he remembered what she had called it.
"..Camera..Your words claim it takes images and it is harmless..aye, I shall remember such." Keeping his claw around it, he tried not to damage the Camera. The last thing Gore had wanted was to enrage his new master, especially when her intentions were completely confusing him.

"Master..May I venture another question?"
Gore had looked her over and observed the way her eyes had ventured onto him among other things. The questions the man at the desk had asked seemed to catch her off guard and often were shrugged off by her. Now the Blood Dragon was no expert to how Human kind were with these things, but the eyes Rosalie had..They spoke volumes.
"..Nay, forget such questions. I hold little concern over why." With that, he nodded and moved closer to her, looking around to keep himself busy. He was still curious but he didn't want to speak out against his owner, besides he wasn't even sure what he wanted to ask.
"..My kind nay hold any belief in what you call 'debt'. Aye, we seek vengeance, we return favor when required..When it comes to a life, we believe the strong decide the turn of the tide..You venturing into such a horrid of places? You nay belonged there. Your kind are cruel and vicious creatures..They would have taken you and possibly abused you in ways nay any such be abused. Then they would have discarded you and treated you as a casualty..That is why I had aided you. Better with the monster whom would not treat you as a doll, that a group of wretches who would only see what they can breed with..forcefully."

Gore didn't mention the other thing. He couldn't. How she actually thanked him and showed him that there was hope for humanity in some small way. If he did, she probably would lose even the littlest of respect for him that she may have.

With a quick nod, Gore looked at her with a bit more seriousness to his eyes.
"Aye, the arena. As you have witnessed, I am nay a stranger among conflict and pain. I can endure any Dragonkin that wishes to attempt to defeat me. Though I know little of your culture..I remember your kind must bet on the Dragon of whom they believe will win and unfortunately..Unless they odds are against me, profit will be unlikely. Though that is nay to such things as I cannot grant my Master coin. If you wish to place faith in my flame, then I can take on the greatest of odds, even against multiple creatures at once. I believe if the right amount of threat is placed against me, your pockets shall fill."
With that said, he nodded and moved his gaze back to the sights of the city. It generally was beautiful and well lit. That is until she mentioned wasting her time on the arena, making him sigh and nod to her.

"Your hearth, Master?" Asked the Blood Dragon, looking at the sky. With that, he looked around and questioned why she was so concerned with returning. "If you wish to return to your hearth, I can return you there now if you wish. Aye your kind have changed a great deal..but if you merely point the way in which to return you, I could bring you to where you wish to go."
Even as old as he was, he knew that he could never tell how the world had changed in his time gone. Cities were built and demolished in the time he retreated from the world and even slumbered. Getting lost would be a problem if she was tired.
"We would require to halt our efforts periodically though. In the battle in which they captured me, A small span of your minutes had passed in which seemed like hours. Nay am I fast enough to close a great distance in a span of minutes and riding without proper protection from my scales could harm you..That is the last thing I would wish to do, Master."

"Aye, I agree..My knowledge of your time is short handed and if I am required to venture anywhere with you..I know little of what I can cloth myself in, your people, and even the lands. They had changed a great deal since last I seen them..The sky looks marvelous and beautiful." Seeing a firework go off made Gore's dark eyes light up, smiling at it.
That is when he was brought back to reality when he looked around at the place they would be staying.

"Aye, Master..my wounds are of little consequence. Though..For Dragons, when wounded in one form..it is difficult to shift to the other form as it is difficult for your kind to move when wounded..The onslaught in which your kind had invaded my hearth had left my wings wounded..which is why I had mentioned the halt in your venture home periodically. I nay know much of the extent of how wounded I am, but I am still healing. Hah your kind had dealt quite a great deal to me."
The Blood Dragon didn't like mentioning weakness, but if he were expected to fly, she should know why he would need to stop every few hours. His wings were brutally wounded. -All- for her sake.

"Does my Master wish for me to remain outside?" He asked, looking at her. "If you wish to retire into this place, I would understand if you wish for me to stay out here and wait for you until the dawn in my true form."

Blood Rose Dragon

The Blood Dragon kept his teal eyes on his new master. He was observing her but not like he had the hunters prior. The same look that Marian had seen earlier was still there, only something new was as well. Relief? Could the Dragon actually feel some sort of relief that this girl, this random child that wandered into his home..could be his new master? There were many different types, Sadistic, controlling, cruel. Though this girl seemed to only suffer from the bark worse than the bite. He heard her during the battle and how she complained and blamed him. An opinionated brat at most, but maybe..there is more to this one. She helped him once before with the newer more painful arrows. Maybe she won't beat him like the many before her.
"Aye..Rosalie. I shall nay ever forget it Master." Said her new property, making him look at the door. He wanted to ask where they could get a saddle so she can actually ride him comfortably instead of bareback like she had before. His scales could hurt a human if they stay on him too long.Though he couldn't speak out. Especially now when he's enslaved and sold off like a piece of meat.

"If Master wishes it, I will claim the arena in the name of Sylvazard.."
With a cough, he bowed his head and moved back. He didn't mean to speak out but when someone mentioned the arena, he figured that he would say what was on his mind. In his culture, it was one of the greatest of things to fight in. Only the Humans wouldn't know that..few Dragons would remember it as well. Most of them were young and childish and had no clue who they were or where they came from. Though deep down? The Blood Dragon didn't want to hurt the others of his kind. It wasn't right and even a warrior such as him knew that. That's when Gore's eyes looked up at the posters of the pictures that hung up of the more famous Dragons, making Gore's eyes widen at one particular one.
"..." Biting his tongue, he kept himself from throwing the table or moving in anyway. The picture clearly bothered him but hopefully the humans didn't notice. Usually they were too busy with their own dealings and often found themselves dribbling on about some other topic besides caring for a 'tool'. Hah a tool!

Gore's observation's of his new master quickly ended when she spoke back toward the tips of the arena, making him smile to himself. She really had no clue about what she was doing did she? The way she acted, it seemed like she hated every minute of this. Did she really not care that she owned him? The Blood Dragon found that rather insulting, if only he knew that she would think some technology outside would out-do him. -HIM-. At least she can make profit off of him, save fuel costs among other things -and- she got a servant. The last one though, her Dragon would never say.
Taking a deep breath, the Blood Dragon blinked when they mentioned pictures, tilting his head. He had no clue what they were even if he did notice the image earlier on the board. Taking a step back, he watched as his Master took one, then blinked at the registration manager, tilting his head at him. What was going on?! When the manager came closer with the Camera, Gore tensed and actually looked concern.
"Master, what is that.." He asked, staring at the contraption that took his picture. A growl left his lips, narrowing his eyes at the device that made the flashy noise thing! Leaning closer to it, he wanted to touch it to see if it was a weapon, but quickly recoiled when the registration manager chuckled and moved back to his desk.

Gore's eyes never left the device until he found himself being ushered toward his owner, that is when the registration manager smiled, setting down a collar with a slightly heavy chain, nodding to Rosalie.
"This is his collar, it doesn't really do anything and for him? If he wanted to get away, chances are he'd drag you. Most owners use these just for their self image and to make themselves feel as if they're in control. If you want it, it's complimentary..Speaking of which, do you want us to try and set up Dragon riding lessons for you?"
The Dragon bit his tongue harder to keep himself from scoffing. The girl seemed to fight him when they got in the air during the battle. So much for saving her life from her own people. Who knows what happened to her after he let her go but looking at her now? She still had a few cuts, one in particular that actually did get his attention. The arrow that caused him to bring his wings up in defense of her, causing him to take even more damage to himself. Despite that, he did feel somewhat guilty for making her go through all of that.

After all was said and done, the man stood up to shake the girls hand, smiling to her.
"It really was an honor Ms. Sylvazard. If you have any questions, please call the number listed and get back to us. I personally would like to see him more often. Hah when I was even younger than you I always had figures of the Blood Dragon..Now he's right here!"
Looking over at the man, Gore tilted his head. Everything that man just said..was a complete loss on him. Why was he so happy to see him!? Did he have any idea who he was? The things the very Dragon they were registering had done to their kind!? It looked as if the only people who really cared that were present at the moment were his master! When the man pulled out an old looking Gore figure, it was the size of your average toy. The second he saw it, Gore took a step closer to it, nodding.
"..What manner of sorcery is this..There lies a tiny version of me." Leaning closer to it, Gore couldn't stop himself this time, he scoffed. "..Nay am I such a foul looking creature..the snout is square.." Gore said, nodding.

The man seemed to burst out laughing when the Dragon reacted like he had, but then again being away for centuries as this legendary creature had been, one couldn't expect him to know everything there was, especially about his figurines, action figures and other things.
"Haha my boy that's an action figure, that and back when you were around they didn't have pictures or anything like they do today, so the details are a wee bit outta touch." Said the registration manager with a nod, sighing faintly.
Gore nodded and looked over to Rosalie, seeming a little disheartened. He didn't know what was to come next but it seemed they could leave now. Moving behind Rosalie, he smiled to her.
"Master..shall we be residing here for the time being, or will you wish for me to take you home?" He asked, looking back at the registration manager. "Are there any area's where we can either rest or obtain a saddle?" Asked her Dragon, already taking up the part of her servant. He wanted to make sure everything was handled.

With that, they were escorted outside where they were left alone, though Gore quickly started to draw attention.
"..Master, may I speak freely?" He asked, looking at her. If she said yes, he would continue. "I never had reason to say such before, nay to any human at least..but thank you. Had you not spoken out, I would sure be dead..I also would like to thank you for removing those arrows. They had not felt all too pleasant." He said, nodding to her. Depending on what she wanted, they would either go get a saddle, or find an Inn. If she was truly broke and couldn't afford either one, Gore would offer his services to pay for anything that she required, in which the owners of each establishment would accept. After all..how many could say they had the Blood Dragon working for them?