Arclite

Blood Rose Dragon

Gore's eyes turned dark as he saw Rorshe come closer to him, fighting the urge to maim him. These humans, every last one of him found him to be a jest! Something to be mocked at, instead of killing him they were making him look like a fool! Everything in the Blood Dragons heart was yelling at him to turn and to burn EVERYONE there. He knew he could, even if it meant he would die. Though his eyes fell over the children that were still in the stadium, making him whimper. Not all of the kids were ushered out, making Gore's eyes drop to the floor. He could only imagine what would happen if he changed. The panic would make them either be trampled or worse..He would burn them with the rest.
"..You are the monsters..." Gore said, taking a deep breath before looking up at the dark haired man, growling. "Ignorant human..The words you speak with that fangless mouth of yours shows how little you truly know of my kind." Stiffening up, he felt the blade that was at his throat press even tighter against his skin.
The ancient Dragon already accepted his fate was to die here, on stage to a man who was the purest of reasons why he held his crusade. Instead of fighting back and ensuring that the children of the stadium would perish, he would die himself. As a joke for all to laugh at.

Gore just smirked when Rorshe stepped closer, nodding to him. Leaning up to meet his weapon, Gore kept his eyes on the man who would be the one to kill him.
"..This day shall haunt you for the rest of your life, human..Nay for the things you say or what you do..but the outcome in which you do it..Here lies Rorshe..the one who killed a stabled legend, no battle was fought, just a simple dive of his blade to an already kneeling 'monster'. All the glory be yours."
Gore was about to be impaled through the chest when he heard the stout man speak up in his defense, actually make Gore look over at him in shock. The Blood Dragon stared at him, then looked at the crowd as if to find his potential buyer. Though with Rorshe in his way, he couldn't see anyone. With a growl, Gore moved to step up, grabbing the weapon Rorshe was about to use on him, bending it backward, showing just how strong he genuinely was. The Blade that was at his throat stayed, but quickly began to slip away from his neck just from the height of the Dragon.

"Looks like your honor will remain only slightly broken, human.."
His teal eyes remained on Rorshe as the Human stared back, clearly agitated. Gore could tell that this man so DESPERATELY wanted his end, only he wouldn't earn it today. The Anicent Dragon was ecstatic to have it so that the man before him was denied. Humans were naive and thought themselves superior, so every victory against that belief made it all the more special.
"No one else will outbid this lovely young woman!? Then my dear, he is all yours!" Said the auctioneer in an oddly gleeful voice, cheering at her and clapping his hands. The tiny man seemed to be rather happy about the outcome of tonight's events. Who is to know what was going to happen to any of them, but one thing was certain. The man who was trying to sell him would have lost his job if not worse if the Order was going to execute their greatest prize.

Gore stepped closer to Rorshe, pressing his chest against the Lieutenant's. The smirk remained on the Dragons lips. The gleam in his dark teal eyes gave Rorshe even more of a reason to growl and be angry.
The black haired man moved away from the Blood Dragon as the employee's of the auction moved to chain Gore and lead him off stage. The auctioneer moved to announce the end of the auction, and told the winners of the auction that if they have yet to register their Dragons, to move to the office to meet their winnings. They had the option to have their Dragons shipped to their homes or if they would prefer to simply keep them there.
Once the auction had ended, the stout man quickly moved off stage, moving to Gore with a smile. He patted his shoulder with a nod, looking at him.
"I know why you didn't fight back mate..I get why you did what you had and why you remained idle when that awful man threatened you. Thank you." Said the stout man, quickly moving away from the Blood Dragon who in every regard stood shocked and wide eyed.

Did that tiny man just thank him!? Twice in one month a human actually showed compassion toward one of his kind, making him smile widely. Not smirk or grin, just a genuinely sincere smile. Never had Gore been so happy to be proven wrong that -all- ,mankind were despicable.
With a nod, the Blood Dragon was slowly led to the office when it was his new masters turn to register him as theirs. Gore kept his gaze down at the floor, making sure to avoid eye contact with other humans. Now that he was officially owned, he went back to the old ways of what it meant to be just what he was. A servant. Moving into the rather large room, he remained idle at the side of it, not caring whether or not his shoulder was still bleeding. It didn't seem to slow down the Dragon at all.
The man at the desk had finished most of the paper work before nodding to Gore so he would come over.
"Alright Gore, here's what you do, you see this little box here? Press yer claw up agai-" The Blood Dragon had already done it before he was done, making the man just laugh and nod.

"Seems he already knows how things work haha..yer last owner must'a taught you well boy." With that, he set the paperwork down and moved to look at the Blood Dragon before his owner came in.
"..They really did a number on ya lad.." Taking out a cloth, he started to clean up the wounds he suffered, patting the shoulder that wasn't shot. Did all humans do that?..
"With how yer standin' now, ya coulda pushed em off of ya self..Why didn't'cha eh? Did you actually wanna die?" He asked, looking at the Blood Dragon with a bit of fear but also genuine curiosity.
"Haha sorry fer all them questions boy, I just haven't ever met somethin' as legendary as you.." With that, he moved to sit back down and wait for the owner that would come and present herself.

When she did, Gore would keep his eyes to the floor, still not able to tell who it was. Though the faint sounds of footsteps did make him question the size of his owner.
"Ah! Ms. Sylvazard! Welcome, welcome! Please have a seat and we'll complete the registration." Shuffling through papers, he sat down a clear folders of the rules and regulations of what it meant to own a Dragon.
"Alright so these are the rules, Some of them are specific but only to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone! You can enforce them however you like." He also set down brochures on the things she could do with him such as the Arena, or sporting events that could get her extra income or even fame. "These are the events you can do with him other then your every day stuff..He would probably be a champion in the Arena's if I do say so myself."
Finally he placed the registry form in front of her, the same one that Gore had just marked. Pointing to several places she could sign for him as well as pay for him.
"Sign here, here and here and he'll be all yours Ms..Gore, why not greet your new master."

Gore looked up and he finally saw who it was, blinking quickly to see if it was real. That is when he moved forward, kneeling to her.
"..Greetings, master. From this day on until your last I will always be with you, to keep you safe, and to care for you." He said in his normal deep tone, looking up at her. It was actually the same human who he saved. The naive one that always assumed everything he did was silly and didn't question why he did anything!

Blood Rose Dragon

The guards surrounding the horned man only seemed to shiver. If wasn't as planned and from the looks of it, even as pained as the Blood Dragon had looked? They didn't want to intervene and throw away their lives for nothing.
The Ancient Dragon -did- look as if they had put him through hell. Precise cuts were all over his form, though he seemed to ignore them as if they weren't there. He would move across the stage and stare at the people whom were fleeing, making him chuckle a bit on the inside. These people really didn't deserve a chance to see him let alone buy him..They were all too cowardly. Though if anything was the way it had been back in the day, Gore would try and sell himself. The act that he had to play was pathetic and completely built up but his memories of what they did to Dragons who didn't sell like they wanted, made even him hesitate.
The Blood Dragon recalled how his brothers and sisters were beaten and abused in ways that no living creature should be, most of the time Dragons who didn't sell often found themselves being tortured. Sometimes even pieces of their bodies would be removed for trinkets or toys. Scales, Fangs, even claws were taken in hopes to sell them, claiming that the figures from the Dragons were great and grand.

Gore could only imagine how many they would take from him. The removal of scales wasn't a severely painful thing, but if done repeatedly? Could feel like thousands of needles had been punctured into one of the 'Lizards' forms. They would probably receive a great amount of profit from the color of his scales. So he continued to play the part, trying to endear them to spend more.
That is until several armed men, dressed in a grey color uniform approached the Stage, moving quickly on it as they pointed their spears, swords and guns at the Blood Dragon, making the Dragon look around himself before narrowing his eyes. The Uniforms that the men were looked familiar to him, but that was impossible! No order stood over the period of centuries. Then a man with jet black hair approached him.

The Blood Dragon just tilted his head at the man who seemed to look at his very being like he was nothing. The lack of fear in this humans eyes bothered the Dragon greatly. Why wasn't he -afraid-!? He wanted him to be terrified, but the mans blue eyes simply remained on him like there was nothing amiss!
"Gore, We have come to place you back in your chains. Either return to your true form and place yourself back where you belong..or, be tried for the deaths of the countless people you have murdered in cold blood like the monster you truly are. Others of your kind have been put down for less so you can imagine how much I hope you-"

Gore started to laugh, actually unable to listen to what this pathetic man was spewing. Did he really just call the Blood Dragon a monster!? Moving a claw to his own stomach to try and balance himself from falling over from having such a chuckle, He simply stepped forward toward the man, causing each one of these guards to lift their weapons even more, aiming them at him with the intent to use them and kill him.
"Aye, because I shall obey you. A man who follows the Order." The Dragon knew of the uniforms and figured these were of the same group of people that were around in his prior days. At least something was familiar.
The Order was a group of government that specialized in the laws of Dragonkin. They would be considered the officers of Dragons and would enforce their laws by any means required. They often abused their power to get some sadistic thrill out of making life as hard and horrible as possible for Dragons.

"Of course you would know of whom we serve, the Blood Dragon has killed more people than any other living thing in this realm, so you must have held a close relationship with our ancestors whom were honored to serve the balance of things."
Gore growled, clenching his claw into a fist. He wanted to rend the man before him into a million pieces, but didn't. To the Ancient Dragon, this man was the very thing he loathed the most. Naive belief and fortitude of humanity, the same people who captured innocent Dragons for labor and other demeaning tasks.
"Aye, I shall offer you a counter offer then..Admit your kind are the monsters..and I shall return to the chain. But if you cannot? You best bring my end -human-."

As soon as he said that, the men moved forward in a blink, actually impaling Gore in the side, flipping a switch in their spears as volts flew down them, making Gore fall to his knee's, having one of the Order move behind him with a blade at his throat.
"Gore, by will of the Order-"
Before the man could finish the order, the stout man moved over to him, speaking up to try and settle this.
"Now hold on, hold on! The Blood Dragon is owned by Druthers&Druthers and will not stand for him to be tried or punished! That is our Dragon until he sells! This is an auction, not a courthouse! People have already placed bids, you cannot do anything to him until he breaks the law -after- he has been properly civilized and approved by the court!" Said the large man, knowing he could lose his job if he allows them to take the Blood Dragon.
The black haired man looked over at the stout auctioneer. With a shake of his head, he didn't agree.

"Is that so?" He asked, looking at the stout man before turning to the crowd who grew quiet. Moving over, he pulled out a fire arm and shot Gore in the shoulder, causing the Dragon to groan.
After that, he turned to face the crowd with a dark smile.
"My dear people, I am Lieutenant Rorshe of the Order. I have come here to punish the guilty and this Dragon -is- guilty, is he not?..So I ask you this. Will any of you truly claim him? If so, please..speak..if not, then I ask you another question. Would you prefer to see the execution of Gore, the Blood Dragon?"

Gore growled, moving to try and stop the man who would seem to want him to die, shaking his head. Why would they do this now of all times?! That's when the Dragons eyes widened. He knew why, but couldn't speak out. These people were as corrupted as they were back then! They often claimed they followed the law but instead they just enjoyed beating Dragons. They were worse then hired Mercenaries!
They wanted to make Gore look weaker than he was, knowing that this would sell. This was all an act! Though after a moment of silence, Rorshe moved back to the Dragon, moving to impale him as he began to shock him. Waiting for someone to speak up. Gore struggled, only to growl at the man who was torturing him.
"Well, if no one wishes to buy him! Then this shall be quite a night, don't you agree?"

Blood Rose Dragon

Darkness. That was all there was around the Blood Dragon as he waited for the Humans to pawn him off as if he were some kind of object. The Blood Dragon recalled everything that happened to him for this to happen. Those damned humans invaded his home -again-. Why couldn't they have left well enough alone!? Was it not enough that Gore stopped attacking them!? Did they truly have to take him from his hearth for nothing but profit!?
With that thought in his head, he pressed himself against the tight and heavy chains that were pressed down against his body. With a low grumble, he forced himself up into them to try and loosen them only to find his body still wounded from the torture they had forced upon him. His wings looked mostly broken, as if to keep him from flying for at least some time. Moving his head enough to look at his partially broken body, the Dragon began to huff in laughter at the situation. He began to question his own choices in the centuries that have passed. After all, that is all he had left at the moment, his memories of the choices that have changed history as he knew it. That's when he felt someone come closer to him, making him tense up before growling at the people who planned to pull him out for the auction.

From the Darkness of where they kept him to the night air that was well lit, making Gore's teal eyes narrow at the bright lights. It looked as if they were meant for some kind of festival, not for selling a sentient being. Once he was placed in the center, Gore's head quickly began to move to see just how many had come to see him. These insects..these -monsters-. All of them came to see a legend suffer, To watch as the great Blood Dragon was humiliated in front of thousands, if not more.
After a moment, the larger man began to speak about him as if the child knew who he held in chains. Gore bared his fangs at the man who was near, as he tried to entice the people to pay a great sum for him, only to have several people make smaller offers. This caused the ancient Dragon to huff in laughter, watching the man on the stand who began to shift nervously. At this rate, they weren't going to get enough to pay back the Hunters whom claimed him. The next few minutes went slow as people began to raise their offers, slightly. That is when the larger man moved over to the Blood Dragon, making Gore tense up, narrowing his eyes at the large man who came closer to him.

-Thwack-

As soon as the man kicked him, Gore pressed against the chains and roared loudly, actually causing the lights to crack around him. Leaning out, he snapped his massive jaws at the fat man, causing the auctioneer to actually recoil in fear, looking back at the crowd who seemed to be covering their ears and cowering. Though within moments, men had come out with spears and held them at the ready in case the 'prize' Dragon actually got out.
The auctioneer coughed, clearing his throat before he continued to tell the crowd at how abusing this Dragon was more a risk than anything, but he was still tame enough to be owned. This made Gore huff even more considering the man himself was ready to flee for the hills. With that, Gore's eyes slowly narrowed at the people around him. He began to wonder just what would happen to him if he didn't sell..His wings hurt more than anything else and he was having trouble moving them. Flying would be impossible. Without flight and being in the middle of whatever city he was in, the ancient Dragon realized there was no escape. So, he lowered his head as he began to contemplate how he would make it out of this with -some- dignity.

With an uncomfortable shift, Gore decided he would do something he, nor any Dragon enjoyed doing. Some things were just meant to be private but if it meant a better chance for him to be free? He had to do something. Besides, this could prove to be somewhat amusing.

The chains began to rattle a bit as Gore clasped his jaws, feeling his wings slowly fade within his form. His entire form began to shrink, causing the chains to began to fall off him, even if some had stayed, it didn't seem to stop what was happening. The snout the Dragon had began to withdraw and as his tail began to also seem to fade within him. His scales also did the same and within the span of a few minutes, there stood a human male that stood at 6'1. The rune that was upon his shoulder was more than proof of who was now standing before the crowd, but it wasn't needed. After all if one looked into those teal eyes, they would know who he was. With darkened hair and a tanned complexion, the creature pushed the remaining chains from his body before walking over to the large man, tilting his head at him. The horns that remained on his head looked sharp enough to impale someone.
The large man didn't look back until he felt something touch his shoulder, that is when he turned and saw that Gore had shifted into his human form. A form that no one had seen in ages. He immediately recoiled, only to have Gore throw him toward the slab he used to be in. With that, he grabbed the microphone, moving his darkened claws over the instrument that the larger man had.

The men around him all looked to each other, terrified to see the Blood Dragon out of chains, but waited to act.

Another moment passed before Gore took a deep breath.
"As it seems.. every last one of you fear me, aye? So then you must know of me. As you should..For all of you must know of the tales that go with the name your ancestors had granted me. Allow me to answer such a question. Aye..those tales are true. I once desired the blood of your ancestors to be spilled, causing your ancestors to quake with the same fear you do today. If I were the dog that this..-thing- suggests I am, than I would not be worth the price as every youngling sold this moon. Though is that not why you had ventured to this place? Did you all truly wish for a pet, or the myth that is the Blood Dragon? Hah if not, then your journey to see the great me was truly was misplaced and you should venture to your hearths. Though if one among you actually recognizes that of which could be yours? By all means..stay your hand. Those who have the heart to take up true ownership will know respect, for I guarantee your kind as well as mine shall falter when they hear that name your kin have granted -me-.." With that, he turned to move to the stage, jumped up onto it before setting the microphone down.

The men with the spears all wanted to put him back in chains and take him away for talking back, but oddly enough the offers began to rise, making the Dragon before them grin and show a fang.
Gore -hated- this form. To him, looking like one of their kind was an insult and disgrace to his true lineage as well as speaking their common tongue. He couldn't help the accent he held considering the last time he was one of them, they spoke perfectly in a more civilized manner. So he couldn't help that. These -things- around him should be honored. They were the first to see this form. Course he was clothed in dark garb, that seemed to come from the transition alone. Though he had to play the part he did, if he didn't sell well he had no doubt what would happen. They would take it out on him and others of his kind to be able to make up for the loss of profit which was something the Anicent Dragon couldn't allow.
The Dragon began to wonder if these people knew he was intelligent enough to even speak for himself..If they did, they seemed to be rather quiet about it..

Blood Rose Dragon

As the casting male of the pair moved to his partner, the pained teal eyes of the Blood Dragon stared at him with what could only be described as dark amusement. The look of pain and anger in Aisen's orbs only reflected the same look in Gore's. After all, the Dragon was exactly where that very man was centuries before and that look of anger shot toward that caster much like the casters anger shot towards the 'Lizard'. Now it may not have been the very pair that Gore had assaulted, but the Ancient Dragon could feel the magic they had casted and held no reservation in his mind. It was the same as the casters who took his allies so long ago. Though he was no fool, he knew that such power came at a cost. Everyone who held skill or ability had to give something up to obtain it. Even the Blood Dragon held sacrifice, though that was his own story.
The true question was..where did -they- get such power. Perhaps this time around among the lowly beings; Gore may just find out and then finally he could deal with 'The Void' once and for all. Whomever wielded such darkness clearly held little regard for any of his brothers or sisters that were in chains. Dragons everywhere needed a chance for freedom and while 'The Void' continued to be free to prosper, Dragonkin in all the realm couldn't rest east. Those who died against them will NOT have died in vain! Not if the Blood Dragon still breathed!

Clearly the pride within the Dragons heart still hadn't faltered. Even after it being a near millennia since the Dragons had been enslaved, the red scaled Dragon stood proud to be what he was. Everything he has done so far was for his kind and how could it have been any other way? Sure the younglings of his kind held no idea of what their true culture was and many of the somewhat older Dragons had lost touch with such. Gore? Gore had -never- forgotten of how the skies used to be theirs, about the Hunt for the beings far more powerful than that of what the Humans were. Many of the stronger creatures had died out since the old days, though there was a time when giant beasts that were ravenous roamed the lands. Creatures with the ferocity of the Dragons themselves and each gave a grand fight to the death. Honor rested within such creatures, unlike these..-things- that call themselves humans.
Watching Aisen start to form a mythical spear that was intended to end his life made the Dragon huff in laughter. Those pained teal eyes tensed up, snarling as if to tempt the human to do it. Though it quickly the caster quickly pulled back which made his captured 'prize' stir to smack him, only to have the beast recoil when he still felt the other spears impale his form in such a way to keep him where he was. Without Delna, Aisen seemed to use his own ways to keep him from moving.

As the trucks began to come to move Gore, the Blood Dragon did very little to make an escape. Taking a great deal of pain was something he may have been used to, but everyone, even the Ancient Dragon himself felt the aftermath of a conflict and it hurt. As the doctor showed to examine the 'specimen', Gore moved his face inward in a coil fashion, letting out a kind of whimper at the feel of someone moving their instruments over his wounds. In truth he was beyond exhausted and in pain.
The Doctor pulled away, nodding before writing down a few things on his clipboard before talking.

"Most impressive..judging by the wounds I am seeing, he should have died multiple times. The first blow with the Ballista and its arrow would have knocked the wind right outta him." Said the doctor, going over the wounds, not minding the blood puddles he was stepping in. "The only explanation of his ability to fight as well as he had with such extensive damage is the adrenaline. Adrenaline in humans reacts in a much similar way, only difference is that in Dragons it occurs in two different ways. A controlled method and a natural method. When both occur at the same time..still, how he continued is purely amazing..I would -love- to get to examine his body if he dies in my lifetime hah, course what you did to him may just kill him, eh Hunter?" Asked the Doctor, looking back at Aisen with a smile.
With that, the Doctor nodded and began filling out forms for different medications that he would use for treatment as well as some that may come in handy for the torture of the beast. It was obvious that Gore was going to need to be broken in to serve people without the fear of him killing his new owners. There have been cases of 'wild' Dragons being aggressive and even attacking the humans that often punished them. No Dragon was -ever- allowed to harm a human being after he has been approved for servitude. If they prove to be violent, then the Dragon will be immediately terminated and those who approved him would be taken before a judge to determine their fate.

Those whom were stationed at the camp quickly moved so they could get Gore secured in the back of the truck, letting Aisen do what he had to. Most of them avoided talking to him but the medical doctor stuck with the 'Overgrown Lizard' to keep an eye on his vitals. Such a catch should be handled properly after all.
The Blood Dragon had no plans or delusions of escape this time. After all, as soon as the 'Spears' had been removed from him, he could barely move his limbs with how much they hurt. He held no idea's of what had changed over the centuries and worse, began wondering how the treatment of his brothers and sisters had changed too. That's when he heard a dark laughter from his side, making the Blood Dragon tilt his head in a way to stare at the man who had impaled him multiple times. Though there wasn't a look of anger, but amusement. Gore started huffing louder than Aisen, slowly beginning to slam his tail into the back of the truck, huffing louder as he signified just how truly amusing the man was. The Doctor pulled back and stared in shock before looking at The Void member, tilting his head at him.

"..He was just whining..Whatever you do to this Dragon, only seems to make him want to react more to you..I'm actually curious to know whether or not if we were to unbind him, would he be able to hurt you with how badly wounded he is.." Said the Dragon Doctor aloud, looking at the Blood Red scales that actually now had blood on them.

Gore found himself following Aisen along the truck as it bumped and moved toward its destination. Teal eyes still held that amused look, as if a parent were watching a child throw a tantrum over some little toy. When the male started to speak, Gore began to smack his tail into the bed of the truck, huffing again. No one would come and see him? Did this man think it'd be -that- easy!? The only humans in the tiny space were in were the Doctor and him, though that's when something was said that made Gore stop smacking his tail.
"We could always clip his wings, though that would make his value drop.." The Doctor stated, looking at the massive wings that were perfectly placed on the Dragons back, even as broken as they were from the battle.

Moving his large face back to the Doctor, Gore simply stared at him in a way that made the Doctor stiffen up and actually shake his head. Within the next few seconds, the Doctor would completely refuse that, saying how that would be a horrible idea considering most would want Gore to be used for both gambling when it came to Dragon Fights, or travel while flying on his back.
The Blood Dragon then heard the door unclasp and felt the slab he was on shift and move to a point of him being placed in a cage that was barely big enough for him when he was laying down. After they sealed it up, those same teal eyes started to get a quick look around, making him tilt his head at how rudimentary the bars looked. Had they not been changed? Metal still melted with enough heat and this Dragon that they now housed held more than enough fire within to burn their realm to ashes..

That's when he heard that same man approach him, the one who managed to defeat him..if you could call it a victory. As he spoke, Gore looked up at him with a huff, still seeing the same child that threw a tantrum because his tiny little girlfriend got blazed. Now to Gore, she deserved it. After all that was the way of the world, if one were to try and threaten another living being, that living being has the right to threaten your life right back..which he did. Plus it didn't hurt that the humans were the true monsters here.
Aisen started to talk and Gore let him, though as soon as he mentioned making him pay for touching Delna, the Blood Dragon roared, huffing loudly at how angry the man truly was. That is when he placed his arm on the cage, having Gore lean closer with a whimper. In an instant, Gore shot his long tongue out, wrapping it around the mans arm, pulling HARD into the cage, trying to at least bruise Aisen. It was only to tease and make the Hunter feel even more silly. Though after a moment, the Dragon would recoil back with how much his body hurt.

As Aisen turned to leave, He'd hear something from within the cage. It sounded as if Gore was once again laughing. Did this person truly think he had the power to make the great Blood Dragon a dog? Either way, it didn't truly matter. What he was going to do 'had' to be done in the eyes of humanity.
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Three Weeks Later

Lights had lit up the stadium as people from all over began to pour into the stands. The Capital was buzzing just in that one location where people went to buy Dragons and tonight? Tonight the skies were lit up with fireworks and bright lights as if it were a festival. After all, it wasn't every day the stadium would be dealing in Legend.
The Stadium quickly filled with people of all sorts, though all seemed to be wealthy from just how they were dressed. As everyone took their seats and waited for the main event, a slightly round man came out with a smile and microphone.
"Good Evening ladies and gentlemen! It is our grand pleasure to see such lovely and may I say, wealthy people out tonight haha! Tonight we have several of the very best that we know some of you must have! We here at Druthers&Druthers only wish to give you the best because that -is- what you demand, is it not!? Ah! Well, let's get started!" The round man quickly began introducing several Dragons that were either in their human form and ready to go, or in their Dragon forms. All of them seemed to be well built and even respectful to those around them.

The Stadium floor quickly lit up and fire shot out around the stadiums base. The large man quickly came back to the Stadium with a smile, already selling four Dragons that evening.
"Haha well bought..Alright dears and dearies, for our best and -final- Dragon, we have the stuff of Legend waiting for you to bid on him! Now if you haven't heard of this fine specimen, where have you been living! But just in case, let's look over the highlights." Taking a deep breath, he quickly unraveled a rather long sheet of paper, getting a laugh from the crowd at how long it was, clearly meant to make the crowd chuckle.
"This Dragon is the most common in our history books. His name has been written in blood and tears and we know one thing for certain. He has hunted, killed and terrorized hundreds of thousands of our people over the centuries. Battlegrounds were nothing but burning Graveyards after this next Dragon was through. Leaving a trail of blood and fire throughout his wake, He suddenly disappeared..that is until today. Ladies and Gentlemen..I bring you the real Blood Dragon, straight from the Legends and Myths of all monsters! The one that's been haunting you since your youth!" The large man pointed to the side of the field where a Dragon in chains was brought in, bringing him to the center of the field for everyone to see. Though it seemed the Blood Dragon was the only one in chains.

"Gore! We shall start our bidding and leave the floor open to offers!"

Blood Rose Dragon

After centuries of waiting, after everything that happened to Dragons everywhere. The Blood Dragon didn't care about the lives of mankind. He didn't question the lives he took, nor would it haunt him when evening came and he was to slumber. As far as Gore saw it? They knew what they were getting into. Do or die, they wanted to claim him for themselves, for coin or for some other purpose that was meaningless. Those who died to his claws or the very fire he breathed died a good death, even if the beast himself didn't believe the men and women that were slain that night deserved such an end. Glory was earned and there was nothing more glorious than fighting what the world see's as "Death Incarnate.".
Even after so much time and all the horrors he had seen, Gore in a way did hope that mankind had grown wiser to what they were doing to his kin. It was the whole reason he attempted to keep Rosalie safe, The one Human who actually thanked him and shown him some sort of concern beyond that of a pet or worse, an object. Being a slave wasn't foreign to the red scaled monster and he would never forget how people treated his brothers and sisters. How they treated -him-. There was a reason why he broke free of his bonds so long ago, and it wasn't because of his blood-lust for mankind.

Over the course of the multiple battles the Blood Dragon had been in, one would notice the change since he had placed the girl upon his back. How little he used aerial maneuvers to reign destruction upon the land and more on how defensive he was with himself and his -rider-. Though it was his fault, he did have reasons beyond it. Hunters didn't care about collateral damage and if there was a young girl roaming the battlefield? Chances are they'd take her away and no one would see her again. That's how little of faith the Dragon held in mankind. They were sick and corrupt creatures after all.
Perhaps if he -didn't- have her on his back, he wouldn't be as wounded as he was, he may even be considered ruthless for endangering the young girls life but he would have rather saved her that horror and suffer for it then let her find out just how awful mankind was in -that- way. Though the wounds only drove Gore to keep fighting harder and harder like the monster he was labelled to be.

Blood leaked from each wound on Gore as if it were a fountain, causing him to actually stagger right before he left Rosalie. Hah the girl probably didn't care about how much he was hurting to try and keep her safe! Even still, he would continue fighting as best he could to the very end. Staying in hiding for centuries wasn't going to end with him going quietly into the dark night, to be chained and enslaved for the likes of -these- foul creatures!
Even with Gore's claws shaking from the weight of his form, and his wings shambling to get a hold of the air around him. As well as how it hurt just to open his massive jaws. He was having trouble just moving let alone fighting. The Blood Dragon truly was on his last leg in the fight and after clearing out two small armies with technology he had never seen before, as well as two 'Dark' casters? He should have been defeated by now. The look in his teal eyes never did fade, the anger and rage carried on within his heart as his body began to fail him.
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As the Blood Dragon ran at the the two casters, he let out a roar to the humming sound, quickly spinning his body to slam his tail at one of the walls, getting a shock that went through his body, making him stiffen up as if he was being electrocuted. The wail he gave shown just how much pain he was in. His wings locked in place while he felt another one of the cord like white spears ram through the top of his neck, slicing into him while he was disoriented.
Gore's face quickly dropped down to the ground, whimpering from the suffering his entire body felt. As the walls began to close in on him, Gore slowly and weakly picked himself back up, his body shifting from the weight it held. That is when he let out a massive breath of fire, quickly beginning to fill the mystical cage that surrounded him with smoke and ash. The barrier began to flicker from the pure energy Gore was exuding from his mouth, so much so that his entire body was concealed in it. Aisen just laughed until he heard a crackling thunder like sound. Something was hitting the box that concealed the Blood Dragon and judging by the sounds? It was angry and growing stronger.
The box flickered one more time when a bloody tail shot out from the box, wrapping around Delna before dragging her back into the smoke box. The barrier came back up just as she was pulled in and locked in the cage with the beast himself.

Gore leaned down, tilting his head at her before snarling violently. Even with the smoke and ash in the air, one could see when up this close of the malice that lay in his eyes. As if centuries of hatred was about to be unleashed upon this soft child of mankind.
No one could see what was happening inside the cage, but it didn't sound pleasant. Gore quickly wrapped his wings around the girl, bringing his jaws over her, scraping his massive fangs down her body, cutting into her as she screamed for Aisen to help her. That's when his blood tail wrapped around her and began squeezing her tightly. After a few moments, cracking could be heard within her form and the huffs given by Gore were of a sadistic nature. Until..
The same white spikes that brought him down reappeared on both sides of his neck, slamming into him and impaling him up. Blood poured from the wounds as they skewered him, actually having enough force to push him back away from Delna. The pain in the Blood Dragons eyes fought the pure rage he felt for the girl. That's when he slammed his neck into the mystical spears, using his tail to throw the girl into the wall she made like she was a ball, actually having her bounce back with that same spark. That's when he let out a blast of fire right into her, point blank as he blazed her violently, he spun, causing the spears to rip out of him, slamming his tail into her like a baseball bat hard enough to slam her through the cage she made.

With that, the cage closed in on Gore and pinned him down, electrocuting him while the same white spears appeared over his form, ramming into his limbs as they pinned him there.
Over time, the cage slowly lifted and the ash and smoke faded, showing a defeated Dragon that was skewered like one would do to a dinner. Though the look in his eyes was angry, one could also see that he was laughing maniacally at what he had just done to the girl. He could see Aisen rush over to her and try and pull her up. He could hear her comforting the woman as if that would make a difference. When Aisen looked at Gore, another white mystical cord appeared a few feet away from the Dragons face, about to send it home into the Dragons skull. After a moment, it faded. They wanted Gore alive, not dead..Plus, something told Aisen that if he did kill him now, it would be giving the Dragon a gift, something like a release.
"I won't kill you, GORE...No..I'm going to do something more.." Aisen moved closer to the incapacitated Dragon, resting a hand on his head, smirking darkly.

"I'm going to volunteer to be the one to break that spirit of yours..I can't -wait- to see just how much you can take hah."

Gore let out a scoff, blasting out a bit of fire in how amused he was with what the man was talking about. There was an old saying that even Dragons knew. 'If you had to say it, you can't do it.'. That saying seemed to stand true.
After a few hours, Hunters began to show up and move Gore to a large vehicle where they chained him up, more so than any other Dragon had been chained, loading him for processing. He would have to be broken in, but as far as the mercenaries and the Void were concerned? They got the job done and were going to be paid handsomely for it. The Anicent Dragon, the -Blood Dragon-; was captured. If one wanted to get a scale off of him, they would be able to do it now with how wounded the was. The battle wounds on Gore's form were being mended LIGHTLY, so he wasn't to die during transport. They weakened him passed the point of any other Dragon and feared that the mighty beast may actually succumb to the multiple wounds he had. A Dragon caretaker actually was summoned to account for all the damage that was done to their 'prize. The list counted off as follows;
Both wings were bent the wrong way, his sides had multiple gashes and cuts. A chunk of flesh was missing under the right front leg. Neck puncture marks on both sides that seemed deep and even partially ripped out, Puncture wounds on the head and face. Part of his wing as well as his shoulder and side had a long slice mark going up it, Electrocution marks were all over his form in the forms of nets and in concentrated areas. His claws were cut and scathed as well as his tail that looked to be cut into. Multiple arrows were embedded in his wings and form, some of which looked to be poisoned. Cut marks seemed to move down the base of his wings that could have made it so that Gore could no longer fly. There was also a large puncture mark on his left side right below the slice that, and on the right side his wing looked more bent and broken than the other.
The caretaker marveled over the Blood Dragon and how he was still alive, let alone able to fight as hard as he did. After his initial check-up, he nodded to the men that slowly began to drive him away toward the camp. Where ever Gore was being taken? It didn't look good.

Fire and Ash (Eruraina & Arclite)

Something something something! (I'll change this later!)

Dark Interrogations (Arclite & Eruraina)

As Amber went on with her initial thought of movies, The Super Human couldn't help but smile at how things had changed in one night. Despite how long it had been since they met, she seemed to generally care about what he thought. How she ran out when he refused to be turned, or how she stayed by his side since his body was broken. The look in her eyes seemed to show something more as she talked and looked at him, making the 'Enhanced' human stare at her with a small smile.
"Hah..when this is..argh..this is all over..you aren't gonna leave eh?" Teased the man who could barely call himself human, leaning up in his make-shift bed to look at her more. Could Vampires actually try and live out a normal life? Despite the fun thought, he looked down at his hands, shaking his head.
"You know..that the chick wasn't lying right? I won't..I don't think I'm gonna be around much longer hah. Why do ya think I wanted to go get your sire first?" He expressed, keeping his gaze down so he didn't have to look at her. Truthfully? He may have been too scared to look into her eyes partially in fear of her actually being angry at him for bringing it up, or maybe because she may not care at all that his expiration date was already passed over.

With a quick shake of his head, Troy looked at her with a smile. He simply wanted to push that aside for the better and if he is going to die because of that, then he'd let it happen when the time came. Even if he wasn't going to make it to avenge his family.
"Hah, Well we'll just have to find a way to watch movies that we'll like then. What about Twilight? we can go and be pre-teen girls together!" Said Troy with an OBVIOUS tone that showed he was joking. After a second, he gagged and coughed, laughing. Not being able to keep a straight face during that little joke.

"A bit of quiet may be in order..but if you ask me doll, I got enough of that. I was out cold for too long and time aint something we got an abundance of..Besides, what if I like talking to ya 'bout things eh?" He asked, looking up at her with his teal eyes, winking at her. "Course..you may like listening to my heartbeat hah, I wonder..would ya miss it if I were a Vampire?" He asked, looking at her.
As the conversation jumped to sex, Troy just coughed and moved back to lay down. He didn't want to think about it at the moment considering his physical condition was poor at best. Being a Super Human had a downside of the feelings one would feel, lust being one of them. Thinking about it could hurt more than help.
"Hah, letting it go and just acting it out..I think we've done that part babe, haha bet the chick behind the counter was jealous as hell too..I wonder if she heard us...Ohh that'd be something." He stated, giving a wide-eyed expression to tease her on it. "You were so jealous of her, I gotta say, you acted as if I was yours..tell me, am I yours?" He asked, looking over at her with a defiant grin on his cut up face.

Looking at the window, he did notice that dawn was coming quicker than he realized. Apparently him being out cold really did a number on his timing. With a faint groan, he just rolled his eyes and stared for a moment, trying to think of a way that they could move without having too much trouble. He was barely running at half speed let alone on all cylinders. So with a defeated sigh, he nodded at her and rolled his eyes.
"You're right,.if it's going to be dawn we can't do much, an' traps aint gonna help..what we could do is try and mislead the leeches into thinking that I'm hurt more than I really am, then I can snap their tiny necks when they get too close. As for Beta? We'll just have to hope for bein' lucky huh." With a chuckle, he just smirked.
"It'll be fine, honestly I don't even remember why she left. Maybe she was jealous too eh?" He teased, not being serious at all with what he said.
Once Amber said that they were partners, he couldn't hide the smile he had. All along he had been saying they were partners and a team as well as friends, but now? She was the one telling him this. Did he rub off on her? The Super Human remembered everything she said and he couldn't help but lean his head back and just smile at her. She seemed to be the one comforting him now.
"I wouldn't have left you to be mutilated by those bastards..team or not, what they do to people is beyond humane. Not even Vampires deserve that kinda treatment..but yeah, we are a team and I don't mind watchin' that nice ass of yours..."
Taking a moment to gasp, he nodded and smiled. "Alright, but we listen to what I wanna listen to..long as you don't find a truck that plays those DAMN songs again..argh! Imagine driving to you while listening to THAT. We punched the hell out of the radio but on the way up? It was torture, chick! Ya got no idea what I go through for you haha."

Thinking about the dark being that practically walked over him made Troy growl slightly. He hated the fact that he lost, but he was certain of one thing. -He- would see that things downfall before his time ran out. Expiration date be damned! He wanted the ancient one to die more than anyone else. Only problem was how. Beating his face into a paste in the road did nothing to him, so finding a weakness would have to become his next priority.
"Hah, we had trouble with two juggernauts. What would an army do eh? Ya know I remember that night clearly. You looked at me like I was just gonna die once you left me with them..Did ya think I wouldn't come save you from the organization after that?" He asked, this time generally curious. He understood why she thought he would die against such a threat, hell he didn't even think he would have survived it but no matter.
"We'll beat him, and the 'nauts..and your sire before I'm not here anymore..I promised you freedom and I aint gonna drop off my mortal coil until I deliver. You will not have to worry about them or anything else before I go down for good. I'll stop them all, even if I gotta rip the very foundation of your sire's fortress apart.."

Keeping his arms around her, he held her close as he continued to talk, but when she lifted herself up to look down at him, he smiled at the fiery hair that surrounded his face and hers. His eyes locked with hers as one of his hands rested on her cheek.
"Ya know, I don't buy any of it. Your heart isn't dead, it may have stopped but I don't buy that what you feel has anything to do with it or your mind. I think it's more than that..I think love comes from you, ALL of you..If they got a transplant, it wouldn't change a thing. They would still be who they are. Just like I'm the crazy and reckless shadow of humanity, and you're the extremely sexy, not so heartless Vampire that still feels something." Taking a deep breath, he just shrugged at that, nodding.
"Damn right..but we still gotta deal with Brutus before dawn..I got a few questions for him and his story shouldn't end so quietly. I kinda wanna do a few fun things with him before he goes into that dark night." With a dark smile, Troy just shrugged. "We'll stop em babe..promise."

Feeling how the kiss deepened, Troy tried kissing her harder and to keep it going until he felt her pull away, making him chuckle at how scared she was of devouring him violently. He was weak and with her abilities, she could very well take what she needed, but..
"You know..I'm not a puppy right? I aint gonna let you kill me, besides..I don't think you would.." Holding her cheek, he pulled her into another kiss, letting his blood tipped tongue slowly trail over hers to give her another taste of it. With that done, he rested his head against hers, smiling.
"I worry about you because..well, ya know why. I just said it..besides, you are the one who is still strong. If they come for me..you need your strength. Drinking from me now won't kill me, only slow down the healing process. Don't you have a bit of confidence that you can do something more with my blood in your system?" He said, moving his hand over her back before showing her his red tongue.
"Yuu canf 'wv eh ast (You can have a taste)" He spoke with his tongue out, winking at her.

As she went on, he thought about it for a moment. With what he said earlier, he nodded.
"Damn right I do. Your mind and your heart can. You may not feel guilty, but you don't have to, to know that some things are wrong and be bothered with how they may make me feel. Cause I think ya do worry 'bout it. It's why you haven't fed off of any humans lately."
Little did he know, she had just before that -thing- almost killed him.
"I know you can love..if you didn't, you wouldn't have held onto me so damned tight. I felt it even when I was out cold. I could feel and hear you..I'm not gonna leave you alone..not yet, not until I keep my promise." He said, smiling at her.
"Oh? How do you figure I do that hm? By working out in front of you? I know you like looking at my body..speaking of which..if you don't burn that old picture of me..I'll be disappointed. Hell, I dunno how I feel about you seeing it already hah." He asked, smirking as the sun started to come up, meaning if Brutus was still out there, he would need to be collected.

Blunt Steel and Sharp Spells (Arclite & Eruraina)

Ethan didn't look to be too concerned over the other Knights, instead he seemed to look more ready than anything. It was painfully obvious that even in fine clothing, the Wayward Knight was still that, Wayward. The arrogance never left his hazel eyes, though they did waver when he heard her laugh. Looking back over his 'friend', he wondered why she laughed. It was so sudden that he couldn't quite place it. Then a thought came to his head, could she have been laughing at him? Pft! He thought he looked rather good for the evening, even if he hated this type of clothing. It would never occur to him that maybe she was actually picturing how Ethan made the Knights look like rookies. How could he? After everything that's happened, she rarely showed signs of liking him in any regard. In fact even now, her asking him to the dance could have been out of regret and sympathy for what she said the prior evening..
For once, Ethan's smile faded and he looked over at the woman next to him, about to say something along the lines of saying it was okay to not force herself to do anything with him, that is until his eyes saw the sadness in hers. Stashing his own insecure feelings away, he just smirked at her before retorting in a playful tone, hoping that the tone could hide his own expression.
"Hah lass, after seein' yah with me own eyes..The trainin' worked wonders. So much so that when we get a chance, I wanna spar wifcha when yer at yer best. Blades got a dull edge for a reason, na' that I wanna hurt ye or nothin."

With a scoff, Ethan moved a hand down the outfit he wore, tilting his head with a smirk, staring into her eyes.
"Oi, yah been lookin' alrigh'. Dun' tell me yah aint been starin' just a wee bit. Course I wouldn't blame yah if you did, seven 'ells..You caught my attention too, even if romance aint entirely on yer mind. 'Tis still nice knowin' ye can 'ave someone turn an eye at ye..hah, did ye jus' say I aint a clown? That's the first time yah ever said somethin' like that. An' I try so hard bein' the fool yer king so loves eh?"
With a shrug, Ethan simply sighed. The 'Street Rat' didn't care what others thought or whether he looked too noble or not noble enough. He only tried so hard to look the part and to clean himself up so that Briella didn't have an awkward night..course that could still happen knowing him. He was probably going to make this a show of a time. Then again, maybe that was what she wanted?

"Guess ye got a point lass. Aint a damned thing we can do and we may as well let em do whatever it is they gun' do. 'Sides, I plan on 'aving a good time with ye tonight, Good times tend 'ta cause the wanderin' eyes of those around ya."
As she went on to explain how hard of a time it would be to have fun, the word 'dance floor' clearly struck a cord, making a grin appear on his face. The thought of causing some 'Mishap' or something in the like could very well start off a fantastic night. Though the line had to be drawn somewhere between his fun and amusement to actually breaking the gathering up in a horrible way. Ethan would try and keep away from that. So instead of thinking anything too crazy. he would try and make something happen. The woman at his side wasn't entirely happy with what happened lately and if he could help and make it better in some way, he was going to. Even if it meant spending the night in the stocks.

"Ohh! Fire dancers eh? Can I get on that? Wha' if somethin' were 'ta come up? I tend 'ta be quite on me feet when fire's about. Ever work the forge on a pitch black night? Sorta the same thing!"
It really wasn't the same thing and Ethan knew that, he only wanted to play the part of the fool that Briella seemed to think he was. In truth he had no idea how to comfort his partner, so being himself would just have to do for now.

"Ye would mind too eh? Pft fine lass, I aint needin' a blade 'ta defend myself if it comes 'ta that. 'sides..Despite everythin' yah said about not watchin' me back. I think ye would help if some one were 'ta come at me with the intent of puttin' me in the ground. Ye like me around, even if I aint entirely the best of company."
That is when he seemed floored by what she said. She didn't..she couldn't have just said she was [i]impressed[/] with him! Let alone the fact she was there when he was forced into the arena, he just stared at her with wide eyes, trying not to smile at the fact that he was able to get her to say something nice about him or his skill level with a blade. Clearly though he couldn't stop the smile, showing just how much he appreciated her comment on it, so much so that the arrogance in his eyes faded, replaced with the very appreciation he felt for her words.
"Hah, ye were impressed?..That's the first time yah ever really paid me a compliment on me fightin' talent lass. Hah, I always knew you were." He teased, smirking at her playfully before nudged her with his arm, knowing that a very minor nudge wouldn't budge her at all.

"You're quite good yerself. Beautiful and deadly all in one." Ethan exclaimed just as the prince came over.

For a Blacksmith that lived in the slums, Ethan didn't quite know what a silver circlet meant, but slowly began piecing it together over the conversation that the boy and Briella were having. As he continued to listen, he smiled at how kind he seemed and by then figured out who he was, his personality was strikingly different than the Kings; So much so that Ethan himself began thinking of how he would swear his blade to protect this child if he were to be crowned. Someone as good willed as this boy should be the one who had the throne. The people in the Slums may actually stand a chance at living a better life than what they were now. Perhaps more fresh food and less corrupted coin flow.
When Briella greeted him, Ethan also bowed his head in respect.
"Hello lad hah, the greatest hm?" With a sly smile, Ethan smiled up at Briella before turning his attention back at the young man. "Thank ye for sayin' so..but know that it aint about the blade. All ye gotta do is let those cares ye got slip away. In a fight it's important to jus' feel the moment and let it overtake ya. When ye truly do that? You may find that you can do things that some consider impossible." As he finished, he winked at the boy. "I betcha that you'll be amazing with a blade, my lord." That was the first time Ethan said 'My Lord' when not prompted.
With a smile, he let Briella take back over, not sure if he could stop himself from being rude or too preachy. He liked this young man and if he tried guiding him in any way, the prince may take offense to it.

As the prince carried on with his riddle, Ethan wouldn't to say he may know the answer, only to bite his tongue. The lad didn't deserve to be interrupted so he just let them go back and forth until he said his good byes.
"Farewell, prince Aaron." He stated, waving him off before looking over at Briella, smiling.

"I would gladly be apart of his royal guard if it meant he were to be crowned..he is quite a lad an' I hope fate is kind enough to lead us down such a road." Though he said that, he made sure to whisper it into the ear of the lady knight.
"I met em..I agree wifcha."
He stated, turning to the table of fine assortments and foods. Motioning toward them, Ethan sighed at how there was a ton of different foods that could feed a family for months, maybe longer down in the slums. He still didn't like the fact that he couldn't bring his family to the court, but instead he figured he would look out for them with his own coin, making sure to be discreet and also to tell his father to watch out when it came to the coin flow in the lower part of the city. He still didn't catch the group of cut-throats that 'enforced' banditry in the Slums. When he got some time, he would though..

"Hah, wonder how many will eat tonight eh?" Said the Wayward Knight, slowly gathering a bit of fruit, tasting it as his eyes fell on a few girls that seemed to be looking at him. With a tilt of his head, his hazel eyes lingered for a moment before he just shrugged, moving back to be closer to Briella.

Blood Rose Dragon

No Dragon cared enough about humanity to consider the lowly creatures owing them a debt. Not even in ancient times. After all, they -were- children. They lived in a blink of an eye while Dragons were beyond centuries old. Even if the younger generation of the race grew up without knowing their real heritage or culture, it didn't mean a handful didn't remain. After all, The Blood Dragon was a testament to such. Stories would continue being told of him until time itself would meet its end. What human could ever understand -that- kind of impact on the world? They held their wars that claimed multiple lives, but that was delivered over a large group of people taking another's life. The Blood Dragon fought the realm and from the way it looked? He could win that fight. A realm that grew without him still seemed to have trouble collecting just -one- of him. How could a Human ever compare?
Though there were many who would say that the Blood Dragon got his title for a reason, that others of his kind wouldn't be able to handle what the mighty beast before the hunters eyes could. True or not, it looked as if Gore would not go quietly into that dark night. Hah! As if he'd let these tiny pathetic insects take the glory of downing the last true warrior of his people! The honor wasn't deserved, not by these people and -certainly- not by the wretched woman who was after him now.

Honor though was written as something different to mankind it seemed. The Blood Dragon held that word close to his heart, even if some of his actions were more out of rage then that of a true warriors spirit. He couldn't justify some of his actions, nor would he try to. Judging himself is all he could do, not that he would -ever- allow any human to do that for him. Those..THINGS! Took his people, his brothers and sisters and turned them into something less than dirt. Even if he were a monster in their eyes, the Blood Dragon knew who the real beasts in this world were, and they weren't giant, they weren't menacing. No, they were schemers and plotters and liars and betrayers..
Then if he really thought that, why save the girl before him? That question wasn't just in the humans mind, but his as well. Perhaps he wanted to believe there was hope for her people, or maybe he wanted to make her feel as small as he possibly could, to let one person survive his onslaught against her race..Maybe, just maybe? He was lonely. Centuries alone would be enough to drive anyone to do something without rhyme or reason. Even if it -was- a Human.
Despite any reason known at the moment, he still continued to try and protect her from her own people. After all, who knows? Rosalie may just see who the real monsters are. Even if he did take some pleasure in knowing he was one of the creatures that haunted the dreams of man.

The sky held no cover, but it -was- a flyers domain, making Gore take refuge in it for a brief time. When his teal eyes fell upon the girls, he saw something he didn't think he would. For a brief moment, he could have sworn he saw..no..he couldn't have! That is purely insane!..but was it? Could she have been grateful for his attempts to keep her safe? Just for a second, he smiled. Wrong or not, it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in so long, a feeling that -this- one human seemed to show for him more times than not, earlier in the rain and maybe even now.
When she spoke, The Blood Dragon let out a 'Hrumph' sound, genuinely curious as to what she would say next. That is until he was hit and they both began to fall. Ballistae in the days of old would have trouble aiming so quickly, so it would seem that Gore would need to react quicker in this modern time. Being away from people for so long truly was a disadvantage and if these insects were smart, they -would- end his life if given the chance. Even if he didn't think they deserved such an honor, if given the chance to learn from his mistakes like these battles, he would use what he would learn and leave a scar much bigger than he ever had before in the history of mankind. Some would call him ruthless and maybe he was, but none other stood up for his people..

Was that what he wanted? Gore had been thinking of what he would do and where he would go after the Hunters found his den, so it wasn't as if he had an answer right this moment.. Though his heart was leading him toward reclaiming the war he abandoned so long ago, To show Humankind and Dragonkin alike that there was something greater out there, that slavery wasn't going to stop ones spirit from raging on. So perhaps that was what he would do if he made it out of this..

After he crashed into the ground, he slowly began working the wing that was now slightly bent the wrong way, as if he was trying to re-position it so that it could be used for flight. Whether it could or not remained to be seen, not that it mattered. The Blood Dragon still moved with an aggression and determination to end Marian's life. That woman made him angry and the Blood Dragon couldn't quite explain why. he just felt this strong urge to find her and rend her into pieces and that was good enough for him!
The Dragon stared at the girl on his back that seemed to stammer out of fear, making him tilt his head at her. Was she really this fragile? As far as he was concerned, she had NO right in saying this was too much. Had she lived a small portion of his life, she would have seen the cruelty and horror that -her- people have done! Every life Gore took, that -any- Dragon took was a small drop in a puddle compared to the massive ocean of terrible things mankind had done to them.
In response to her saying this, the Blood Dragon snarled, moving his face closer to her as he barred his fangs at the girl. Actually showing a bit of resentment toward the girl upon his back. Though there was anger in his eyes, there was also a bit of sorrow too. Knowing that Mankind cared so little for the awful things done was common knowledge, even to a Dragon that was so out of place in modern day, but to actually see and experience it first hand? Gore found his heart growing heavy to know the plights of his brothers and sisters were just overlooked and scoffed at. His snarl or anger didn't linger toward her though, after all..there was still a raven haired woman out there that wanted to claim him for whatever sick means she had in mind..The Blood Dragon -would not- disappoint her..

Finding the woman under his claw, the Blood Dragon just roared at her, snapping his jaws to show just how easily he could rip through her armor and body like she was nothing. He so wanted to make this moment last, actually considering on taking his human form so he could cut her in a smaller way than his massive claws could at the moment. That is until she spoke in that same taunting voice she had earlier. With a snarl, fire slowly began to burn in his mouth as if he were ready to burn her. That is when he felt something he had not felt in centuries, something that made the fire in his mouth die out immediately, causing him to pull his claw away from Marian and jump up, whipping his tail around Marian, pulling her with him. Carrying both humans, he managed to make it out of the barrier, landing a few feet away with a skid across the ground, kicking up dirty as he went. Looking at the barrier now, he could see it clearly, making him hurl Marian away like she was trash. It wasn't too hard, far from enough to kill her. But he had something FAR worse to worry about. Taking a step back, he snarled, seeing the tendrils of light shoot out toward him, making him blast a wave of fire at it, knocking it back and obliterating it before it reached him, only to have another slam into his side, making Gore stumble and cough out blood.
The attack seemed to actually take the wind from the Dragon, but not enough to make him stop fighting. He slammed his tail down over the Tendril, making it shatter, immediately after taking flight so he could get away.

If he managed to make the distance, he'd wrap his tail around Rosalie gently, setting her down before looking at her in a quick motion, there was no anger, just concern and even fear.
Looking down at the ground, his fire blasted out in a concentrated burst, slamming his claw down next to it before taking off. If Rosalie waited a few moments, when the fire died down, it wouldn't just be scorch marks in the dirt..no, it was markings..letters that formed words and words that read out;
'Run! Stay safe!'

Whether Gore cared for the girl or not, it didn't matter. He didn't want anyone to be near what he was facing and he knew that something dark was behind such power. Though just as he took off from her, he felt the tendrils shoot up and through him, actually impaling him before throwing him into the ground, causing more tree's to splinter and break around him.
As he hit the ground, blood poured from his form, giving out a whimper from just how badly he was wounded. Helping the girl distracted him long enough to give the two attackers enough time to do what they wanted. But as the barrier began to form around him again, Gore quickly stood up, letting out a blast of fire, making the unbreakable prison fill with flame and just as it was about to close, he shot out of it, furling his wings mid flight before he starting blasting the forest with fire, he didn't know where they were but that didn't matter. The tendrils shot out at him, making Gore quickly roll out of the way, using his wings like a shield, slamming the magical attack away, He continued playing an aggressive evasive game, until he saw two humans on the ground, chanting.

As soon as his teal eyes fell on them, The Blood Dragon dropped and hard, landing only a few yards away with a such a loud thud, it sent a shockwave out in the ground that was followed by a roar that was filled with anger and defiance! Just the sight of these people made Gore's scales crawl, they seemed to be more advanced than the last casters he encountered, but they were still going to die just like them!
He charged at them, letting out a breath of fire into the ground, causing it to spread out as if the flames themselves were alive, shooting toward the two. The Blood Dragon seemed to desperately want to claim the lives of these two, completely forgetting about Marian.

With the wounds Gore had suffered, it wouldn't be long before he fell. He already felt his claws and legs shaking from the strength he was losing from the blood loss and pain. Just the fact that he was still fighting was a marvel, let alone how well he was doing.
Aisen held out his hands, trying to form an enchant to assault the massive Dragon that was heading their way. A red wall was right..but they had to keep focused or else the Blood Dragon would end up killing them as well.

"Delna! Stop him!" Said the man as massive tendrils shot out, hitting Gore right in the head, only to have the massive Dragon break through them. Determination was beyond reason this point as he just kept coming. Nothing was going to stop him from killing these corrupted people! After all, it was them who took his only friends!

Blood Rose Dragon

posted! <3 i am so..SO..SOOOOO sorry this took so long, i swear your post was amazing, and i love this rp and haven't lost ANY interest in it *bear hugs you* life just got busy and difficult =(..i hope we can pick it up and sill be as close of friends as we were