Winner Takes All - Adrik/Gelert/Ty
@changingthelights & @faithfulhound
Typhon stared at the hand of cards that had just been set on the table with a gentle flourish. He blinked, and stared harder. He’d lost. He’d bet BIG... and lost. Angry annoyance rippled through him like a gentle heat wave, singing the cards still in his own hand. Then, with soft snarl he tossed them on the table, smoke rising from where his fingers had burned the paper.
“A bet’s a bet,” came the low, angry growl of his voice as he stood. “Come with me and claim your prize.” The last word was spat out. Anywhere else, the dragon would've reneged on his bet. But this wasn’t his party, or his game, and the man in charge wasn’t a fan of cheaters. If he’d been less confident, less sure of his success, he never would’ve put one of his slaves on the table - especially Gelert. The blond, while he’d grown more boring of late, was still a valuable asset - one he hadn’t intended to lose.
Turning, Ty left the room, not looking back to see if he was being followed or not. Heat radiated off of him in visible waves, causing everyone he stalked past to immediately give him a wide berth. Smoldering dragons were best avoided. A rule everyone knew. As he walked, his anger grew, smoke drifting from his nostrils in steady streams. But he kept his temper in check. Anger would do nothing for him now. A shame losing Gelert was the reason - being immortal, the blond made the best punching bag. It didn’t matter what the dragon did to him, he just bounced right back.
Eventually they reached the room where Ty was currently keeping Gelert, and he flung the door open with a bang. “Get up!” he growled to the blond. “You’re getting a new Master! Start the spell!”