Finisterre: Turn, Return
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100wordsTitle: Turn, Return
Fandom: Finisterre: the Nighthorses
Rating: G
Notes: Post-series
She'd come to Tarmin lean, more meat in her pack than laid over ribs. Fresh from Darwin, and the ridge, and hell - Tara Chang had come sniffing at the fat of Tarmin town as cautiously as any skulk-footed scavenger, and found it fit her hungry wanting.
Months of hot meals sit under her belt now. A comfort absent from the silent skeleton of charred walls: moss-skinned, vine-veined. Ash, bone and blood has fed the promise of spring into a ferocious early bloom.
The surveyors eye it all with familiar hunger.
"Stay clear of the creepers," she tells them, and strides away.
Fandom: Finisterre: the Nighthorses
Rating: G
Notes: Post-series
She'd come to Tarmin lean, more meat in her pack than laid over ribs. Fresh from Darwin, and the ridge, and hell - Tara Chang had come sniffing at the fat of Tarmin town as cautiously as any skulk-footed scavenger, and found it fit her hungry wanting.
Months of hot meals sit under her belt now. A comfort absent from the silent skeleton of charred walls: moss-skinned, vine-veined. Ash, bone and blood has fed the promise of spring into a ferocious early bloom.
The surveyors eye it all with familiar hunger.
"Stay clear of the creepers," she tells them, and strides away.
