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Blood Rose Dragon

Gore's scales were like armor so her kicking was very poorly felt if at all. The Blood Dragon was one of the strongest built Dragons to be seen and that was why his kind was so rare. The only Blood Dragon to be seen since the dawn of mankind.
Now the Ancient Dragon knew of how Humans saw his kind, but that wouldn't stop him from assaulting anyone or anything for being a pest which Marian was being. Loathing humans came with a low tolerance of being near him..then why was he helping the girl that was now atop his back? He couldn't answer that himself, not at the moment as arrows and other things rained down upon him. As Gore continued to move, he made sure to duck out of the way of the arrows, and even bring his wings up in a shield like fashion around the girl if any went passed his head which only meant they were aiming for her. From the Rosalie's position, she would be able to see arrows pierce through his wings, stopping less then half way as his blood slowly began to seep down the thick leathery make-shift shields. Why was he trying to save this girl?! She didn't deserve it right!? She probably thought of him like every other human! He couldn't answer any of these questions, but no matter. He was in it now and he was going to commit to the end. Even if it meant a disadvantage in a fight with these cowardly beings.

Now the Blood Dragon knew of how human beings were. They were violent, crude and cruel. They call the winged Lizards dumb but in truth? They knew humanity better than most considering they were the ones enslaved. If Gore hadn't picked Rosalie up? The Blood Dragon knew what would have happened..They would have killed Rosalie and called her a causality, and that would be if she was lucky. If some of Marian's men got a hold of her? They would probably do things that even a Dragon would think twice of doing to their captors. People were sick like that, and for some reason? Gore didn't want that to happen to this girl. The girl who actually said 'Thank you.'. The one who actually pulled the arrows out instead of shoving them deeper into the monster before her. So maybe he did know why he was trying to save her. He wanted to see just how far this particular human was willing to go when it came to truth and justice.
As he continued to propel forward, Gore could hear her shouting, making him turn his head quickly to see the gash on her cheek. His eyes narrowed at how she got hit, letting out a scoff of fire as his wings curled around her protectively, making sure the next arrows would hit him.

There were countless stories about the Blood Dragon in battle, so many that one would consider almost all of them fables. Tales that made children wonder and fear just how fierce a true Dragon could be in a fight. The look in his teal eyes shown a different side though, was it a look that had the mind of a thinker in the middle of a fight? Or one that would charge in and blaze everything in its path. Well, she'd find out!
As the Red Dragon drew closer, he could feel that Marian was beginning to drag it out longer, and just as she was 'cornered'. Rosalie would hear the whipping of Gore's tail, followed by the crackling and splintering of a tree behind them. Even his tail possessed a strength that rivaled any machine of modern day. As the net shot up, Gore saw the opening, throwing the massive tree at it, colliding with it before running up the tree, furling his wings as he jumped through it, immediately flapping his wings to take off and get height. That's exactly what he did, he started to go higher and higher above the battlefield, staying as steady as he could with the woman on his back, letting out a huff of breath at the moment they had.

Looking back at his rider, he could see that she was having a hard time holding on to the spikes on his back, making him let out another scoff. He couldn't just leave in the condition he was in, they would find him and right now he had more strength than he'd have later..So, he slowly moved his tail around Rosalie, pulling her to look at him. He positioned himself in a straight up position, flapping his wings to stay floating as he stared into her eyes. The cut on her cheek made him grumble, tilting his head at her before huffing and clasping his jaws shut, as if saying something. When nothing came out, he slowly leaned forward, licking the cut on her cheek to clean it. Despite being a Dragon, he seemed more friendly than the stories would tell. That's when he heard an explosion, looking down as he was struck on his side, actually dropping Rosalie in the process of falling himself.
Blood seeped from under his wing as part of it seemed curved and bent the wrong way. Whatever hit them did considerable damage to the Dragon, though when he came to his senses, he noticed the girl wasn't in his grasp anymore, making him let out a roar as he furled his wings, diving down to find her. If she was screaming it'd be easier!

When he saw her through all the smoke, he dived down and quickly held his claws out to grab her, making it just in time as he caught her, turning and falling into the forest, clutching her to his chest as he skid into the rocky mountainside, crashing into several tree's. It took a moment for him to realize where he was, moving his eyes to check on his human, hoping she was okay. Why did he care!? Was he that lonely? He hated these people! If she was okay, he would just growl and move to place her on his back again. Wanting to find Marian so he could burn her alive, the Blood Dragon began moving to find his target, able to smell her out from the rest of her company, one that made him cringe. He loathed women born with power..
As he quickly moved Gore noticed there were other guards and soldiers moving in position to take him down, keeping his eyes toward the sound of each watery footstep and the clank of armor made him more aware than he had been before. Continuing his movements, Gore's tail whipped out against several tree's, using his hind legs to knock them over, trying to scare off the guards.

After a few moments, The Blood Dragon roared, jumping over several tree's and landing in front of Marian who seemed to be recovering from her last closer encounter, Her guards were with her and immediately drew up arrows, having them sling them back and waited for her order to fire.
Gore's wings wrapped tightly around the girl passenger upon his back, stepping closer to Marian with a snarl that rivaled even the stories, as if he wanted nothing else than to hear her bones crack under his massive jaws.
If given the order, they'd fire, hitting Gore's body easily from how large the Dragon was, blood was pouring from his wounds and by all logic, most other Dragons would have probably fallen over by now.. and yet he still approached, blazing part of her guards and swiping his tail onto the others, staring daggers at Marian. Now if she had no traps, the Blood Dragon would bring his tail up and wrap it around her -tight-, bringing her up to look him in the eyes. He would squeeze lightly, making sure she knew that he could easily go a bit more and hear her bones break. Now if she did look hard, she could actually see what he was thinking, whether to ear her now and be done with it, or crush her, or burn her..or even impale her. With that, he licked his lips and huffed, slamming her down into the ground before moving his claw over her body, pressing downward on her. Not hard like he had with the last hunter known as Glenn, but enough for her to know who was really in control.

Little did he know, something FAR..far worse was coming...

Blood Rose Dragon

Humans were simple creatures, always needing to somehow justify what they've done in history and when they couldn't? They lied and covered up the most vital points of every event that were shady. The Blood Dragon realized what they taught in their schools back when he was a servant. He used to sit outside of the local schools and listen to them teach. Some of which he may have wanted to burn down for their insolence. There was one or two good things about being Gore though, the Teachers often checked the windows to make sure he wasn't going to demolish their building or set it on fire. So it was no surprise to him when she seemed to only see a monster before her, after all..she wasn't entirely wrong. Only a monster killed as many as he had. Coming to terms with what one did was always the hardest step to take in any journey, so he didn't bother getting angry with how she stared at him. He didn't even know that he killed her only chance to find whoever she was looking for. Course one would doubt if he would even feel guilty over it, chances are he would just scoff.

Lack of control a child's problem to a Dragon. As they grew older, they were taught a balance to their strengths and respected what honor there was in everything they did. Gore was a testament to that as far as any other Dragon in the realm. Most Dragons after spending so much time under the same roof as humans would act a certain way, as if they accepted their fates and didn't care to change them. Now that Gore was out and people knew about him? He may not be able to go back into hiding. They would find him in under a decade..
Looking down at the Girl who was now under his wing, he stared at her for a moment, thinking of what she could be looking at. She hadn't said a word in awhile and it actually made him worry..did she know something he didn't? She was a human and as far as he knew, she was -with- those Hunters and Mercenaries. Even if she was though, he'd let them come. The Blood Dragon was bored and he didn't want to leave just yet. He had something else in mind for if and when they got here. Wounded or not, he was still one of the more dangerous things in the forest that night.

Did he just hear her right!? Did she just..No. No she couldn't of. She's one of them! She's a careless child that couldn't possibly ever think of a Dragon in a way that -wasn't- seeing them as objects or animals. Though there he stood. She managed to get his attention, actually causing him to make a grueling sound. His eyes flashed in curiosity at this girl who actually said something that he never heard before. As a Servant, or even from his own kind. Just the look in his eyes gave what he thought, hatred for her wasn't there anymore, instead it was replaced with some resentment mixed with a curiosity and maybe even a bit of hope. Being alone for so long couldn't have been fun, could it? Maybe he wouldn't mind a bit of company, even if it was with one of -them-.
Gore moved slightly to curl around her better in a more protective manner, keeping his wing over her head calmly. His eyes moved back to where he was looking prior, knowing he kept hearing something. Though the look in his eyes wasn't fear from that..It was as if his teal orbs were looking for something else, frantically moving from place to place.

Gore knew only a bit about running due to his honor, even if his escape and very existence revolved around Hunters trailing and tracking him own maliciously as if he were some kind of prize. That was the problem with mankind..They saw a Dragon and they saw just another mindless beast. Even his previous owner which were ages ago, he didn't run from. He made sure that the owner regretted every last second of her torture against him and the other Dragons. Though the others hadn't followed him like he wanted. That may have did it, that could have been what caused him to hide away from the world..but no one would know unless they genuinely asked him what happened, or ordered him to talk.
The Blood Dragon noticed how the girl before him was staring off into space, making him take in her form a bit more. She didn't look like a Hunter, the way she wielded the blade was proof of that, was she a noble?.. Moving his snout closer to her, he tilted his head as he took in her features. Her build was feminine and more meek, but the look in her eyes reminded him of something. It was a look her was familiar with, the need to prove one self. With a grunt, the Dragon rested his head back down, staring into the darkness that made him want to light the entire forest up in flames.

Watching the Arrow drop didn't effect Gore. In fact he continued to look the way it came as if it was the dullest of things ever. When Marian began to speak, he just stared at her like the insect he was. Surrounded? Did they not realize what happened to the -last- group of Hunters that surrounded him? Hah! Humans are so damned arrogant that they forget the basics of any hunter. A wounded animal is at its most vicious and feral state. Dragons knew that, why couldn't these tiny people!?
The Blood Dragon just grumbled under his breath, narrowing his eyes at the raven-haired woman. She spoke with a strength in her voice that vexed the monster before her, but still the Dragon didn't move.
Evade? Haha her view on evading someone was as skewed as the rest of humanity's view on Dragons! Gore found himself looking around to see just how many were out there, as he began tapping his tail into the wet ground, causing a smacking sound that seemed to move to a beat. His eyes moved with each tap.

After a moment, Gore picked himself up, slowly walking toward Marian, looking down at her like the fool she was. He didn't say anything, but instead? He swished his tongue around his closed mouth, coughing a bone out, whacking her with it. That was his answer. The bone was splintered and still held some of the blood on the poor hunter that was unfortunate enough to find himself in his jaws. The Tapping got quicker and louder as he could hear the reactions from everyone, making him extend his wings, snarling at the humans that surrounded him and the girl. As soon as he heard the first arrow release, he ducked back and moved over to Rose, wrapping his tail around her, pulling her up onto his back as his wings folded neatly over her lap in a seat belt like fashion. With that, he ran at Marian, SPECIFICALLY Marian as he roared, shouldering a tree that was in the way, actually causing it to splinter and get knocked down. He clearly wanted the woman in charge more than anyone else, and one would be threatened just by the look in his eyes, as if he only saw her torment that lie in wait for him if he were to fall.

Blood Rose Dragon

Gore continued to watch this human just stare at him as if she had seen a monster. The very thought made the Blood Dragon grin. Now Gore was old enough to know that there was -true- evil in the realm and the catalyst for such a thing was always -their- kind. Those pathetic Humans let in a dark essence into the world that few ever truly saw. Over the centuries, he saw the darkness that the Humans have wrought, just to claim him. It was silly! They made pacts with things far darker than him, just to defeat or claim -one- Dragon? Humans must have really see his kind to be nothing if they were that desperate to see his undoing. That fact dawned on Gore centuries ago, so why should he care about any of them?
Looking at the girl who actually fell over from his roar and tail impact made him snort in amusement at her. The image of her struggling just to stand caused him to huff in laughter. The poor girl was trying to stand on a whole new level just by being near him. He wondered if she generally thought he would kill her, or if why she would brave chasing after him after witnessing everything he had done just an hour or so before.

Could this girl actually have something more important going on? That interested the Blood Dragon fiercely. Why would such a feeble human seek him out especially after everything he had done to their kind in front of the child's very eyes. She even tried portraying that she was confident, but failed to hide how scared she was of him.
Thus the Blood Dragon decided that whatever she wanted to say? He would hear her out..at least to the point of knowing what was going on in that head of hers. Though if she would take his silence and relaxed state as a weakness, he would prove to her that he had plenty of fire left inside him.
After all..The Darkness that came for him had trouble extinguishing him. The memory of such events still haunted him and even helped to shape his opinion of these insects that dared to stand before him. Were they even worth keeping around? Memories flooded his mind of the treachery he was thinking of.
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The time was right before his greatest assault against human kind, He and his few allies found seclusion in a beach type of area, all of them had hunted and began to cook what they brought back, talking about their next move in the assault against mankind. Most of the Dragonkin there were old friends to the Blood Dragon, that were there from the very beginning of their species downfall. Though others had joined the fight after seeing just what became of the Dragons that were enslaved.
When Gore came in, they all stood tense, bowing their heads to him in respect. Clearly the others showed a great admiration to the Dragon that was so well known. With that,The Blood Dragon went over their next move.
"We will assault their conditioning holds and free our brothers and sisters that are being tortured." He exclaimed, going over the details and positions of each Dragon there. Every 'over grown lizard' had to do something, and they would start their assault when dusk fell, Dragons always hunted better at night due to the lesser species inability to focus properly under the right conditions.

As darkness fell over the land, the Dragons were about to head out and take flight to their targets, knowing that each target was quite a distance from the next. That is until each Dragon felt something off. They all looked at one another and then at Gore. That's when it happened. their fires were completely swept up in a pitch black void that couldn't possibly be natural. Looking at it, Gore snarled and told everyone to stick together. Whatever was causing this wasn't going to find them easy targets.
With that, everything around them became black and all that could be heard was the loud breathing of the Dragons that stood there, unknowing of what was about to happen.
That's when he heard a whelp from something coming down HARD on one of his brothers. Gore let out a roar and then a blast of fire in the darkness that lit up their surrounding area, and that's when they saw it. Cloaked figures stood around them, chanting in a dark voice. The Dragon that whelped was no where to be seen, as if he was never there. The only thing that was left was his blood on the ground.

When the Blood Dragon saw what was around them, he told the others to fan out and kill every last human there, but when they tried? The darkness grew even more, sweeping over the land in an overwhelming fashion. The Dragons tried bringing their claws up to where the cloaked figures were, only to find that when they struck them, they hit nothing. It was as if there weren't even there. One by one, each Dragon was taken in a violent fashion, leaving Gore. Why didn't they take him first? He didn't know. He couldn't describe it but as the sounds of the Dragons faded, and only his loud breaths remained. He grew furious. He could feel the darkness coming to take him, sweeping over his form in a way that felt like it was ripping him apart.
That's when he stood up on his hind legs and let out a roar, blasting fire into the sky. A fire that was so bright it lit up the land. Though it didn't stop there, Gore aimed downward and began blasting his flames violently outward, causing the darkness to get pushed back in such a way that actually made the cloaked figures stumble from their concentration.

The Blood Dragon started to flap his wings, taking off. Though his fire only grew as he did this, covering the land that his brothers just disappeared on. Eventually the flame got so wide that the Darkness had nothing to cling to. The chanting stopped and the unnatural void fell, leaving the cloaked figures to try and start a different chant. Only the Blood Dragon was far more furious than ever before.
Some wouldn't even be able to describe the wrath Gore had for these 'things'. They were the whole reason he went off and killed thousands more like them. Before that? It was focused attacks.
The Blood Dragon dropped into the flames he created, using his mass and force to knock the flames out in a wave, burning the dark ones violently and as they perished? He saw something come out of their bodies, a mist that looked to be alive. Gore stared at it, expanding his wings and ducking down as he let out a massive roar. Whatever foul magic this was, he was going to see its end.

The mist shot out toward Gore, only to have the Dragon charge at it, blasting out wave after wave of his fiery breath, though just as they were about to meet, Gore used his wings and jumped back, lashing the flames out in a point blank wave, hitting the mist hard. So much so that it vanished before him. Was it dead? He couldn't be sure.
Looking around at what once was the camp him and his few survivors stood, Gore dropped his head in shame. He lost all of them..He was supposed to protect them, he was supposed to care for them and bring his kind back together! Instead they took -everything- by some treachery he had never seen before! How DARE they let him survive, to put it all on his shoulders and to leave him all alone.
The Blood Dragon began to gather boulders, placing them in a circle around the camp, bringing his claw up, he placed markings in each, as if they were graves before blasting each boulder with fire, causing them to glow from the heat.

Once he was done, Gore let out a roar that could be heard throughout the land, only it didn't sound defiant, or angry. It sounded sad. The Blood Dragon was weeping in his own way for the loss of his friends..
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Bringing himself back to reality, he blinked his eyes as if to hide a tear from the thought of it. He had been alone all of this time, fighting a war with no end. It really was no wonder why he hid away from the realm for so long.
Staring at the girl, he noticed how she glanced at the blade that actually cut him, he tilted his head at it with a grunt. He didn't dare touch the blade because he didn't quite understand how it came to life on its own. It acted as if it hungered for his flesh. Though the child was mostly right, most would find the skin under the scales more vulnerable, Gore on the other hand? It would feel different, like a blade would have trouble cutting into it. Either way, his scales would come back when he had enough time to heal. Looking over at the Human who still stared at the sword, he began questioning why she would even bring that. There were so many things wrong with her even following him and she dared bring a weapon? Did humanity change so much to no longer teach their people that a weapon is an immediate threat to everyone else and therefore can cause a fight even easier. Did she plan on defending herself against him? Hah she couldn't even stand up against a roar!

Gore didn't realize his folly, had he known this girl was going to stick around because of his allowing her to talk? He would just have ignored her completely. Even if it was difficult to ignore the meek girl wielding the blade that cut him.
Looking over at her, he wondered if this girl was actually different. Most would take his weakened state and use it to their advantage to deliver a killing blow, especially considering the way he was resting in front of her, she could easily take him out..That alone made him questioned just who this person was. What confused him more is what she wanted from him? He was away from the world for such a long time that he was disconnected from it. The lands had probably changed so much that he couldn't find his way alone. Though even if he couldn't, he'd find a way. He always did after all. Mankind may have grown stronger, but him? He was timeless. His strength will always rival the pathetic insects that claimed this world.

That's when he felt it. Something was near him! He was about to move until he felt the arrow get ripped out of him, making him let out a faint snarl from the pain it gave. Looking back at the girl, he snarled violently, moving his face close to her body, narrowing his eyes as he barred his fangs, letting out a noise that practically said 'What do you want!?'
The Blood Dragon watched her hold out the arrow, making him do something rather..cute. He quickly snatched the arrow she held in his mouth, being surprisingly quick and gentle, to where his teeth didn't even touch her. And now he held the arrow there, looking like a dog biting down on a toy. With that, he bit down on it, shattering the steel work as if it were nothing, dropping it from his mouth. Looking at her closer, he let out a huff. It was as if Gore was trying to emphasize what he would do to her if she tried anything. Course the arrow probably wasn't the best way to put it since it implied he would eat her..He didn't want to do that.

The look in the girls eyes though was what bothered him most, she looked at him like he was ignorant in some way. At least that's how he felt. Of course he'd hate the thought of him being ignorant to such an inferior species. He was the Blood Dragon after all..
Still, the way she looked at him did bother him, making him shake his head resting it back down. Which in turn actually made it easier for her to grab and pull out each arrow that was embedded into him.
If she tried it, he wouldn't fight her, but he would still out out that faint snarl as if he resented the action of her pulling each out. His mind was yelling at him to kill her, or to fly away considering he was giving her the BEST chance to hurt him even more, maybe even kill him..but he didn't. If she was brave enough to follow him and even approach him, then he would rival that bravery and stay close by, even allowing her to do what she wanted to do, whatever that may be..but what was it!? Gore had no idea and it was beginning to irritate him!

If she continued to pull the arrows out, he knew she had to get easier access to each of them. So he lowered his wing to allow her to use it as a ramp. Now must Dragons wouldn't ever do it since the wings are the weakest part of each Dragon, but Gore's? They were massive and looked like the weight of the meek human before him couldn't damage them unless she had the intent to.
With that, he would let her continue if she so wished, laughing faintly at how she was the -first- Human to ever be on the back of him, not that he was going to take her flying. His back seemed to be broad and had several spikes leading out, some of which had dried blood from the hunters that were impaled on them. Looking at it now, it seemed that it was a well traded battle. Each blow on both sides were blood worthy. Even if the arrows didn't look like the punctured his scales and skin too badly, it still hurt.

When she was done, he would let her down and look at her, tilting his head to see what she was doing now. She helped him..she actually -helped- him! How could he react to that!? She was the first person to ever do such a thing and not have some kind of ulterior motive to kill him. That's when he heard the skies crack, making him look up. The clouds were turning dark and stormy and in a few moments, a hard rain began to fall on the forest, as if the skies themselves were weeping for those who fell during the onslaught. At first, The Blood Dragon let out another strange noise that sounded like a groan, he moved his attention back to the girl in front of him, tilting his head at her.
'She's still a child.. He thought to himself, watching her slowly get soaked. Looking down at the ground, he just grumbled, using his tail to nudge her forward closer to him, just as his wing expanded, covering her, causing the rain to be deflected like an umbrella. Leaning over, he pressed his snout to the ground, breathing a faint breath of fire into it, causing it to spark so that the girl can stay warm.

Now, don't get him confused! He wasn't liking her, this was just a debt that needed to be paid and it was the least he could do considering she -did- help him with the arrows. The girl could die for all he cared after, but for now?..Well he'd just make sure she didn't get soaked and get cold in the rain.
Though Gore stayed in it, he seemed unaffected just like he was in the waterfall..could he even feel it? To simply say, yes. It wasn't like his scales coated him from the weather, in fact he could feel what happened to them, the impacts and everything else. The rain simply trickled down his snout as he rested his head again, staring at nothing, clearly lost in thought. Hopefully this storm would pass soon so he can continue on his way..

Little did he know? That he would be having more trouble then he realized..

Blood Rose Dragon

Pft feeling guilty doesn't have to be the point! I love all of your posts >.< you're such an awesome writer! stop calling me a teacher when i can't teach you anything! xD

Blood Rose Dragon

Gore stared down at this Human as if she were nothing but an insect, even with the blade it looked as if he were ready to obliterate her in an instant. The hatred for -her- kind rested in his teal eyes. Hatred that was gathered over centuries and centuries of abuse and torture and enslavement. A history so few of mankind actually knew about considering they don't teach proper history. This Human was probably just as ignorant as everyone else, they all look at Dragons as if they are nothing when it was the other way around, who gave these -things- the right to capture the superior species?!
'Why is she here?!' Gore shouted in his head, now more so frustrated by the fact she was even near him let alone how she was looking at him. She looked at him out of fear but also with that same superior look all Humans had when looking at a Dragon. Though that could also be because of Gore's biased opinion on the matter of how Humans looked. He always saw the worst in their kind even if it wasn't as bad as what his mind had been telling him.

Seeing her raise her arms made him huff, as if that was going to protect her from his wrath if she decided on actually using the Hunters blade. Judging by how she held it, was she trying to turn it on? Did she really want to die that badly!? Following after his roar, a quick blink and this..meek girl.. was on the ground due to her losing balance, making the Blood Dragon huff in laughter. The sword may have been a threat, but her? She was clearly suicidal! It looked as if she wasn't trained to be a warrior against Dragonkin, most would have used the sword as a brace to stay standing, but her? She openly fell over. Even if she did want to die, Gore didn't act on the false wish. Instead, he merely looked at the blade that was in her hands, as if it'd protect her from him in some way.
'You look like someone I used to know, child..' Thought the Blood Dragon, narrowing his eyes at the woman who was slowly picking herself back up so she can appear to be standing her ground, even if it looked like she was powerless. She could very well hurt him with the blade she wielded and this could all just be an act on her part. Though of course Gore completely disregarded that, not thinking it to be true.

Believing her wasn't quite the right way to put it because if that were the case, he wouldn't believe -anything- involving human culture. That's how little he thought of the beings that enslaved his entire species. Though when it came to how they depicted -him-? He wasn't entirely ignorant. He knew that the stories of him were well known, hell he used to read fables to children when he was enslaved about him, course none of his previous owners really counted him being the Blood Dragon, they just chalked it up to a servant being creative for the sake of it.
In response to her question, Gore snorted. If she would give him a reason to believe her then maybe he would! Nothing this girl has done has shown some kind of faith or trust in one another, so why should the Blood Dragon listen to a word she has to say?! That's really why he turned away.
Then something unexpected happened, this girl had put the weapon down, digging it into the dirt so it could stand on it's own. This actually got the Blood Dragons attention once more, and this time he looked at her with less anger and hatred, but more so a curious feeling..

Disarming yourself in front of the Blood Dragon!? She was more than suicidal, she was down right crazy! And that was what caused Gore to close the distance, stepping back over to her, looming his head down so he was eye level with this girl, tilting his head at her. Though he had the instinct to grab the sword and break it, he didn't want to for fear of actually appearing afraid himself..wait..was he? Was he actually scared of being mislead by this girl that wielded -this- sword? He did have some reason behind why he would be, back in the days of Knights, it wasn't uncommon for princesses as well as noble women to demand on being taught of how to use a blade and when they got their way, they tended to be rather impressive with how nimble they were. Hell the last woman who wielded a sword against him left a scar that still hadn't healed, going right down his neck. From this angle Rose could probably see it.
'If the human is dead, it is because he was incredibly weak. I attempt to spare him.' Thought Gore as if she could hear what he was thinking. Then she spoke of attacking him, making the Blood Dragon show a toothy grin. He'd love to see her try, to see if that minor doubt of whether or not she was skilled with a sword and fighting Dragons were true, or if she'd swing too far and then fall on her ass all over again.

Negotiate something? Does this Human even know what it means to negotiate?! To negotiate you would need to have something that has mutual interest to both parties! At the moment Gore saw nothing but a child seeking something she wanted, involving him meant -nothing- for him. With a scoff, he appeared to roll his eyes at her.
The Blood Dragon wasn't used to this, Though Women were above Dragons back when he was a slave, he never saw a Woman speak so openly and outward as if she controlled her fate. Truthfully? It interested him quite a bit. What else changed in the lands? Though when she looked back at the sword, Gore just grimaced, scoffing once more as he laid down, curling his legs to his side like a giant dog would, folding his wings neatly back onto his back. The ground shook when he finally laid down, he simply moved to look at her intently.
Looking down, Gore shook his head to her question about going back to his den. There were Humans there now and they know that is his place to rest. That should answer her question on whether or not he could understand her. He seemed to be responding to everything she said.

That's when she came out and said something that actually shocked him, she was offering to help him?! Was she going to kill him when she got the chance by forcing the arrow into his flesh!? With a growl, he pulled back a bit, curling his head away from her, though as he did, one could see arrows that were stuck in his neck where there was no way he could pull them out, that was just in reaching distance of her, maybe she could take the first step...but what would she be risking if she did?..

Blood Rose Dragon

Gore hadn't seen anything, but the noise was clearly evident. Despite how hurt he was, he still seemed to be look angry. As the rushing water rushed over his form, he leaned his head down, narrowing his eyes at the person that so bravely walked out. Tilting his head at her, he actually was shocked that this meek girl would come near him, though as the blade shimmered, Gore bared his fangs, staring at it. His composure changed from being comfortable to that of being tense. Did this girl really want to try and hurt him? That's when she spoke up which caused him to be even more confused. What did she mean leave? He wasn't going to go anywhere in his condition let alone escape the Hunters. The Blood Dragon was real, he wasn't a myth so that means he needed a minute to recover from the onslaught that fell upon him.
That's when she did it, she held up the blade in a way that made it look like she was going to hit him. Bringing a sword may not have been the best idea. Gore quickly dropped his head down to her, growling violently when she moved the blade.

'All of you pathetic creatures are alike!'
Thought the Blood Dragon, ready to rend this girl if she tried anything. Girl or not, -All- humans were greedy and lacked the sense of honor that had been lost in their kind generations ago. Gore remembered the times he was hunted by Knights who only possessed steel to guide them, not guns or giant harpoon like things that don't stop coming! That takes the skill out of any conflict! Stepping out from the water, he now stood before her, staring at her at his full height. Dragging his claws over the ground she stood on, The Blood Dragon snarled faintly while his eyes followed the blade when she waved it.
That's when she began talking in such a confident voice, making the Dragon recoil before her in shock. Apparently this human must either be some kind've highborn, or had little disregard for his kind just like every other human. Or both. Either way, The Blood Dragon planned to remedy her tone quickly. When she finished talking, Gore roared in front of her defiantly, slamming his tail down at her side, causing the ground to shake while he dragged his claws over the ground she stood on, glaring daggers at the woman who dared 'warn' him. It sounded more like a threat!

That's when he actually stopped for a moment, blinking. Did she say honor? Humans depicted him as -honorable-? That made the Dragon before her laugh in which she probably only could hear huffs. Honorable in the eyes of the enemy? That was beyond silly. He blazed whole towns for what mankind had done, that isn't honor to him. Fighting a real fight was, a fight that required skill and determination and strength. To look into the eyes of your enemy as they fell before you.
It seemed the Blood Dragon may have some remorse about how he acted, after all someone whom held honor so close to their heart doing such awful things? How could he not. Despite that, he still hated all of -their- kind. They took something from him that he still hasn't gotten back.

His eyes continued to follow the blade that was being waved in front of him, staring at it closely as if he was waiting for this girl to attack him. Even if the Blood Dragon was waiting for it, he didn't really want her to. They came for -him-, not the other way around. He disappeared for centuries and wanted to stay gone, living out the remainder of his life away from the corruption that mankind has spread throughout the lands. There was no sense in fighting a battle that couldn't be won, it was simple really. There were just too many of them, and too few Dragons left that had the heart to stand and fight.
Once she was done talking, he scoffed and turned away from her, moving back to the waterfall so he can continue pulling out the arrows that were stuck in him. To him, it wasn't worth the lives lost to just shoot at him, but they signed up for something violent, against something that hadn't been heard from in eons. It wasn't his fault they came for him! If they wanted to live, they should have just let him go and left him alone. He didn't hurt anyone where he was at, his den was away from most humans anyway!

Though thinking about it, his den now had to be remade elsewhere. He figured he would go somewhere further north where it was colder, and therefore maybe less people would be around. Though Dragons weren't immune to cold, nor did they prefer it. What choice did Gore have but to go some place that wasn't crawling with tons of humans? Besides the chilled air would make their weapons malfunction.
While he was lost in thought, he turned to look back at the girl that still hadn't left, making him stare at her as if she was more a pest than anything. He tried ignoring her but it was hard to when she carried a blade on her. What did she want now? To talk and threaten him some more!?

Blood Rose Dragon

The Blood Dragon made his way down the mountain, ignoring the pain that was blaring in his wings and his sides. Looking back at his form, he just sighed at the sight multiple wounds that he had, such as the arrows that were still stuck in his body, the hole in his chest and the marks left by the electrical nets. There were a number of other injuries to him, the cut on his snout and claws were to be counted as well. How he still managed to fly and move as he did would make anyone question the modern day weapon, or maybe he was just a lot more determined than the other Dragons mankind has fought? Pride and Belief were two of the strongest reasons to fight, and the Blood Dragon had both.
Eventually the forest had over taken everything while he continued downward on the slope of the mountain, The lack of snow made everything seem more clear. Though the animals in the forest avoided the moving monster that now roamed their land, Gore didn't seem to care. He was clearly looking for something. Though as he searched, his mind went back to the time he was like the other Dragons, to his last master. Images flooded his mind as he went back to a much older time, and how they forced him to follow the orders of a lower being.
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Gore was caught off guard by the massive amount of people that shown up for his hide, Men, Women and even other monsters had come to claim him, even other Dragons. They all assaulted him at once when he was asleep, and it was safe to say that there were far too many for him to handle. Though he didn't go down quietly, Beasts fell to him and countless people were set ablaze before they took him down. Only these people weren't tasked to kill him, they were tasked to claim him for one of the nobles that deemed they could 'Domesticate' him. The Blood Dragon was chained and dragged to the noble who then proceeded to lock him in a room designed to torture Dragons.
Now most Humans knew that Dragons couldn't hold a Human form long and if they had, the bodies of the Dragon would fail significantly and the Dragon would tear itself apart, feeling completely alienated in their own bodies. Though Gore had a different problem, He -hated- the fact that he could change, and so this noble had this specific room set up for him.

The room in question was large enough for a Dragon, only it wasn't big enough for them to move, a Dragon would need to sit idle in the room for whatever purpose. There were holes on the walls and ceiling that seemed to confuse the Blood Dragon, until the Human Noble spoke up.
"Yer gun' change for us Gore, Even if ya don't wanna. Ye see this room? Every hour somethin's gonna happen to make it more and more unbearable to be in that blasted form a' yers..So, Either you change or hah..well..you'll see I'm sure, I'll be back to collect you." The man turned to leave, only to have Gore roar violently at him. The chains around him made it so he couldn't attack him. And so he was sealed in, waiting for whatever was going to happen.

An hour passed just as the Noble man said, following the hour came a sleek sliding sound that caused the Dragon to cringe, that's when he saw what this room was going to do. Something that could make the mighty beast within shudder. The room grew smaller by a few inches but not because it was shrinking, but because sharp spikes were slowly sliding out of the holes in the walls and ceiling. Gore quickly got down on as low as he could, curling his tail around himself to try and save space.
Several more hours passed, and eventually dawn turned to dusk when the the Noble came back. When he opened the door, he saw that Gore hadn't changed at all, but instead was just about to be impaled by the spikes that were coming down on him. The Noble just grinned, clapping his hands.
"Persistent laddie, I like that..If ye keep waitin' though, Eventually we're gonna have Dragon for dinner! Never had a Blood Dragon before so that'll be good. I'll leave ye in over night." With that. the noble left the room once more, only this time he laughed. "Haha! I'm gonna be the one to kill the great Dragon known as Gore!"

The Dragon could only snarl, feeling the spikes begin to press into his scales, some of them were begining to puncture through his wings, making him bite down hard to keep from letting out a yelp. Despite what the Blood Dragon had wanted, he was forced to. By the time he decided to change, the spikes were already digging into his flesh, so changing would hurt, but if he didn't? He would find himself dead in the next few hours. So by morning, when the Noble man returned, he found a blood covered Gore in human form, his shackles were now on the floor since he wasn't the size of them anymore from the change. The Noble just grinned widely, clapping his hands again.
"I knew I could change ye lad! Oph, seems like ye had a rough night though haha!"
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The images made the Blood Dragon growl, shaking his head to try and sway the thoughts free from his mind. As he continued down the mountain, he found a waterfall flowing down into a river that must've led close to a town. It looked to be covered and actually quite peaceful for the needs of him, the rocky cliff that the water poured from was enough cover for him as well as the tree's that surrounded the area where the lake was at the base. So he moved to sit down by the rapid moving water, he began to try to pull out the arrows in his scales, leaning his head back to grip and pull them out of him. With each one that had been pulled out, he took the pain quietly, even if his eyes showed just how much it hurt to remove them, That and he had to be careful when biting at the arrows to pull them out or he could splinter them with his teeth.

Over the course of time, he managed to get most out only to be denied the others from how he could pull them out. With a whimper, The Blood Dragon moved to rest his head into the cold water, letting it take the warmth of battle off of him. Getting up hurt as well as expanding his wings, so he was stuck there for a bit. Closing his eyes, he let the sound of the waterfall fill his ears.
That's when he heard something that wasn't water, making him re-open his to look in the direction of the sound, making a growling noise, he quickly moved back into the waterfall to try and get in position just in case they followed him more. Though the surrounding area wasn't cover enough by a long shot, he may still be able to get out of there by leaping off further down into the river. Dragons were great swimmers, even if this particular one was hurting badly.

Blood Rose Dragon

The Blood Dragon at least for now, hadn't seemed to notice the advanced more modern Ballista that was being aimed at him. Instead, his focus was solely on the Scarred man beneath his claw. Though the look in the Dragons eyes did have rage and hatred within them, one could also see a glimmer of respect for someone who so bravely charged at him without a gun much like the Knights of old had. Though as the man began to talk, Gore roared at him, dragging his claw deeper into the ground, narrowing his eyes at him. To the Blood Dragon, this man may have shown some honor, but in the end he was still a man. The very beings that caused the horrible events that unfolded in the past to happen. Flashes and images filled Gore's head about how everything transpired, making Gore press even harder to Glenn slowly began to look as if he were about to pass out. That's when he heard him trying to restart the blade he was wielding, moving to look over his hand as it failed him. Gore just huffed, clearly laughing at the misfortune of the man that was pinned before him.
'Pathetic Human...Thousands upon thousands of better men have fallen because of me in such a honorable way..-you- do not deserve such honor.' Thought the Dragon before moving to get off of him.
That is when he heard the Ballista fire rapidly toward him at such a close range, It was over in only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity when the machine fired its gigantic arrow at the Blood Dragon.

The Blood Dragon left one up specifically to find out just how much the weapons have changed in the time he's spent away, and more importantly to see if the Woman manning them would run like they would have when he last emerged to the world. It seems on both accounts he expected a little too much for things to stay the same. Though he did launch toward the arrow, using his claws to grab it in mid air, having the tip of it spin into his hand caused him to growl in pain. As he held onto the arrow, its rockets shot off and actually knocked Gore over, causing him to lose his grip and have it shoot up and skid across his cheek, leaving a trail of blood go over his snout. The arrow propelled outward, only to turn back and try and slam right back into Gore, though this time the Blood Dragon seemed more angry, running at the weapon, he ducked down under it, expanding his wings at the last second, deflecting it and slamming it into the ground. Once it was dealt with, Gore walked back over to the launcher, moving so that his front legs and claws grappled onto the launcher, crushing it under his weight. With that, he leaned his head over the machine, snarling at the woman. To emphasize just how disappointed he was in her, his claws cut into the metal work of the Ballista.

When he was about to lean down and snap his jaws around her, he could hear a gunshot as a bullet shot into him, though it didn't have much luck getting passed his thick scales. Gore looked back at the Hunter ran back in to find out what was going on, making the Dragon let out a huff. He was getting tired of this game of how these Hunters and Mercenaries were so persistent! With that, Gore just started walking over to him slowly, fire escape the Dragons mouth with each breath he took. The Hunter's clip ran out quickly as he was now out of ammo. He quickly saw Glenns body on the ground and that made him bolt toward him, picking up his sword as he began to pray that it worked for him. It roared to life once more just as Gore was about to swipe him. The Hunter ducked under it, bringing the blade up and slicing into Gores side. Though he got cocky and tried to ram the blade further into the scaled monster, his time spent doing that caused Gore's tail to whip around him, causing the bladed edges of his tail to cut into him. Gore moved the Hunter up to look at him, snarling before slamming his jaws shut around him, chomping on the man as if he meant nothing. The sword made a clanging sound when it dropped from his grasp.

Once all the Hunters seemed to be either defeated or too far apart to do anything, Gore unfolded his wings, standing on his hind legs as he let out a roar that was a testament to all Dragons, a roar that showed just how proud and strong he was to be just that, a Dragon. Even after everything, even after Humans enslaved them and abused them, even after they lost their home to these -things-..His heart was full of pride. He knew what it meant to be what he was, even if few others shared such a sentiment.
His frame could be seen even through the fire if the girl didn't find a way through the fires, but if she did? She would see that Gore slowly began walking down the Mountain, clearly wounded. Just the way he carried himself shown just how badly he was hurt.

Blood Rose Dragon

Moving down the mountain was quick for the Dragon, sweeping down the snow covered tops. Though as he carried on his way, he heard someone shout something, making his head lift up. By then it was too late, the sky began to be covered with arrows that all seem to spiral toward their target. As they got closer, parts of the arrows shattered away as their speed launched forward like a rocket with enough force that looked like it could easily pierce into a Dragon. Leaning his claws to the side, he launched himself back as quickly as he could, barely dodging the first volley of arrows. Most of them were way off target but others looked to be almost dead on. With that, he looked back up to see the second volley rain down on him. The Arrow tips broke through his scales and most of them were now sticking out of his form. The Blood Dragon's eyes showed pain but he stood up on his hind legs, facing the last volley as he let out a roar, blasting fire upward causing the arrows to get blasted back. Once the arrows were gone, Gore landed back on his front claws and took off running. They weren't what they used to be at all, these hurt the Dragon, something the Hunters would soon regret considering his movements quickened instead of slowed down. They assault only seemed to make him more angry.

As he drew closer to the forest, a net appeared out of no where as it wrapped itself around Gore, trying to stop him. The Hunters in the area all cheered and laughed about how easy it was.
"Haha! That was the Blood Dragon!? He was so ea-" That is until the net finished wrapping around him because once that happened, the bolts holding it down were ripped right out of the reinforced solid steel posts, clearly much stronger than they thought. The Hunters all immediately grabbed their weapons, only to have Gore whip the metallic electrified net back at them with his wings and tail, trying to swipe at them. At the force it was going, it could slice them in half, and maybe even the tree's. Though he could easily miss with how much he was covered by the net. Either way, he didn't stay long and went on moving further down the mountain.

The Dragon grew closer and thankfully the tree's were spread out enough for him to move, but with that also came the fact there were multiple places to hide in, as he continued, steel spears shot out from the ground in his path, actually causing him to come to a skidding halt. Once he had, hunters dropped down from the tree's, all wielding blades that looked to have inner workings in them and even a slight shimmer to the tips of them. As soon as they landed on Gore, they all drove their blades into the base of his wings, trying to 'clip' them as best they could. Gore let out a roar of pain, shaking the very tree's around him, quickly using his mouth to bite into one of the steel lances, ripping one right out of the ground. Letting his jaw loose for a moment, he actually using his tongue to spin the metallic spike and used it as a weapon, dropping his wings so that they weren't hit, whipping his neck in a way to have him slam it back into the Hunters that were trying to take the very sky from him. If it hit some of them, chances are they'd most likely fly into a tree, but if it missed, Gore would use his size and weight against them, leaping up, causing the hunters on his back to get lifted off of his body until they were high enough, with that, Gore positioned himself quickly, letting the hunters fall on the spikes on his back, impaling several on them. The ones left he would fold his wing in a way to grab one, throwing them up in the air and in a second ,he'd turn his whole body, slamming his tail as hard as he could into the hunter he grabbed with his wing and launching him with all of his force.

Once the Hunters were either dead or impaled, Gore shook it off, as well as the bodies on him before using his tail to swipe the rest of the spears that were sticking out of the ground. Moving on, he finally began to reach the meadow where the arrow volleys seem to come from. Only when he had, his eyes widened.
"Fire at will! Let him have it!" Was all he heard before the next thing that rang in his ears, the launching of each Ballistae in the area. All of the massive Artillery shot forth, bringing gigantic barbed arrows propelling forward at the Blood Dragon. Gore's eyes widened before letting out a roar in defiance, furling his wings as he jumped up and taking off to try and dodge them. Only when he did, the giant arrows seemed to follow him straight up into the sky.
The Blood Dragon flapped his wings quickly, spinning in mid air to try and avoid one of them from hitting him directly, only it was too much and one of them actually nailed the Blood Dragon right in his sides. Once it was in, the enhanced gigantic arrow's tip began to spin and drill into Gore, causing his wings to cease. The Blood Dragon began to fall from the sky, plummeting downward with the other gigantic arrows right behind him. Though before Gore hit the ground, Gore arched his back, using his claw to tear into the arrow, actually beginning to scrap the steel, causing the spinning to slow to a halt, now only leaving it embedded into him. But it wasn't quick enough. He hit the ground hard, causing the ground to shake around them.

But in the cloud of dirt and dust, Gore's fiery mouth could be made out as he lept forward, out of the crater he made only to look back at one of the large arrows about to hit him. Using his hind legs, he kicked it back, grabbing it with his tail before flinging it at one of the Ballistae that were reloading, hopefully causing it to explode. As he continued to run, he leapt into another one of the large Ballista contraptions, spinning with it in a blink, catching another one of the Large arrows with the weapon itself and in another blink, he threw the giant weapon to the ground. The Hunters all moved around him, opening fire in fear, hoping there were still one or two of the arrows in the air.
The Blood Dragon stumbled at the gunshots, wincing. Blood dripped from his side as it looked like a minor chunk of his scales and flesh were missing just from that one giant arrow. That said, the look in the Blood Dragons eyes was one of something that was going to kill. A predator that was knocked over the edge of rage.
With that, Gore leapt upward, letting out a breath of fire that encircled the area of weapons, dropping back down, he moved forward, bringing his wings out to smack into several hunters, bringing them up into the air before blasting fire into them, roasting them alive before using his wing again to smack them toward the others. The other Hunters all began to encircle him, firing their weapons be it bow or gun, trying to slow him down. All while the Blood Dragon moved forward, trying to swipe at each of the Hunters. His movements were slower now due to the amount of damage they dealt to him, but each still seemed to be lethal and more violent then the last. As if the pain they were giving him only set him off even more.

Glenn looked over at Rosalie grabbing her and pushing her toward another Mercenary.
"Get her out of here, it's too dangerous!" He shouted, reaching down to take out a blade that had a similar gleam that the Hunters whom got on the Dragons back had. Though his was slightly curved with a ridged curve to it as well as a Dragon bone handle that looked to be gripped perfectly for his hand. There were also holes along the blade to make cleaving and cutting through something easier. With that, the scarred man flipped something and the blades curve began to spin like a chainsaw.
"Spread out! We've come to far now!" He shouted in order as all the Hunters in the area did as they were told, quickly spanning out. Most of them got net launchers as they all crouched down, firing them at Gore, trying to get enough of the bolted electrified wire around him. Though the Blood Dragon had something else in mind.

The Blood Dragon let out a blast of fire into the ground, blazing into the earth itself before taking off, flapping his wings as hard as he could, the fire he blasted began to grow at a drastic rate and once it was big enough, Gore flew around it as the Fire shot out and blasts, as if meteors were raining from the sky, crashing into the ground below, destroying the tree's in the area as well as most others. It was as if destruction itself was being summoned forth and brought down. With that, Gore landed back on the ground in front of the raging blaze that was before him, destruction and explosion of blazing dirt blasting out all around him. With a snort, he walked forward toward the main tent, forgetting there was at least still one Ballista left that could fire those damned arrows.
As he drew closer, Glenn stepped forward, brandishing his weapon with a smirk, spinning the blade in his hand before nodding to the Dragon.
"You live up to your name, Blood Dragon! You sure can take a beating! How about we see just how you can take eh!?" Said the leader of the group, running at the Blood Dragon with his sword up.

Glenn rushed at the Blood Dragon, seeming to enjoy the close encounter a bit too much. Though Gore quickly whipped his tail out at the scarred man, The Leader of the Hunters rolled under it, trying to thrust his blade out, only to have Gore's spiked claw clash with it, and by then it was too late. Gore's strength was too much and by that, he slammed his claw into Glenn hard, causing him to fly back. Only while he was flying through the area, Gore wrapped his tail around him and slammed him hard into the ground, moving over to him and pinning his claw against the mans chest, digging the spikes into the ground above his shoulders, using the weight he had against him. Leaning down, Gore snarled silently, clasping his mouth shut, showing just how large his teeth were, as if he were going to devour the man that now looked to be somewhat broken underneath the weight of the Blood Dragon...

Blood Rose Dragon

Haha it was an amazing post, and you can blame me all you want! =p <3