Theon

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*This Bio includes slaves and slaveholders*

Theon laughed, spinning the circle of keys around his talon. "Now who's behind bars?"
"You are so going to pay for this, kid," The Sandsurge hissed as he held his ruined arm to his side.
Theon was thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe I will. But saving dozens of lives from a horrible fate is worth me suffering that fate in their stead."
"I swear," The Ancient Dragon growled menacingly, "I will ensure you are my slave. I will make sure that I am the one making your life miserable."
"Meh, we'll see." Theon rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Lots of dragons have claims on my life. Might have to fight them for that privilege."
"Why you litt-"
Theon slammed the door to the closed cell with a smile at the slaveholder.


Earlier---
Theon crouched in the shadows, waiting. The guard turned to look North and Theon sprinted for a large rock by a tree.
Theon tucked his spruce and soil-colored wings in tight and, crouching low, crept his way to the log post where a large dragon was on patrol, a key strapped to a green pouch under his yellow wing.


(Will be continued)