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Celadon was in the midst of one of his high-stakes poker games, when the cocky dragon makes a huge play out of seemingly nowhere, winning it all. With a cocky grin, he pockets the cash, winking at the opponents he'd just run high and dry.

As the dragon stood from the table to return to his executive suite on the upper levels of his casino, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Before he could even turn around, a hard blow to the side of his head knocked him out cold. The last thing he heard were his opponents' cheers.

When the dragon came too, he was standing on a stool, a hood around his head, and a noose around his neck. He let out a muffled plea, which only caused laughter. Then, he felt the stool get kicked out from under him. The dragon immediately tenses up, starting to kick his legs, resulting in one of his shoes and socks flying off, thrash his tail, and squirm as the noose tightened around his neck. He gagged and choked, tears welling in his eyes. He desperately hoped this was some kind of joke. That he'd get out of this alive. That someone would help him.

Except, no one would... Unless you count the bored billionaire who had better things to do than watch a pathetic dragon beg for his pathetic life as the noose tried its best to dig into the dragon's scales. Wanting to be on his way the male suddenly stepped forward, and tugged down on Celadon's waist. The dragon's neck snapped instantly with a loud crunch and his struggles immediately ceased... And, for the unlucky dragon, his pants ended up tugged down to his feet as a result of the hard tug, leaving the dead dragon further humiliated.

The crowd of revenge seeking high rollers soon dispersed and by morning, Celadon’s body was long gone... with no one knowing what, exactly, had happened to the once proud dragon.