Heirs Of The Dragon / Season 1, Episode 11
Blood of the Beast
Episode 11: Blood of the Beast The forest swallowed Talvyn’s shout as he stumbled forward, his boots skidding on the slick, mossy earth. “Keep moving, damn it!” His voice cracked, raw from hours of yelling, his breath a white plume in the frigid dawn air. The monstrous thing behind him—part shadow, part flesh, all teeth and malice—let out a guttural bellow that shook the pines, sending a shower of needles down like green rain. Its claws raked the ground where he’d been a heartbeat ago, tearing up dirt and root in a spray of black earth. He didn’t dare look back fully, just a fleeting glance over his shoulder, enough to see the glint of its eyes, yellow as spoiled gold, tracking him with a hunger that wasn’t just for meat. His leg throbbed where the beast had grazed him earlier, a shallow gash but deep enough to burn with every step. Blood seeped through the torn leather of his trousers, warm and sticky against his skin, the metallic tang mixing with the sharp scent of pine and damp soil. He gripped his sword tighter, the hilt slick with sweat despite the cold, and pushed harder, weaving through the trees. He had to draw it farther, buy Kaeryn and Loryn time—time they didn’t have if that thing turned on them...