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feredarStory: Fear
Year: 980 FY
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Blood magic, body horror
There’s very little that frightens Taz Hantree. She doesn’t fear fighting, or storms, or fever, or even death. She doesn’t enjoy any of them (except maybe fighting), but she doesn’t fear them. Not really.
She tells herself she isn’t afraid as she glides upriver, under the haunted trees of Heartwood.
She tells herself she isn’t afraid when she feels the flesh and bones in her broken arm ripple and find where they belong again.
She tells herself she isn’t afraid when the Witches of the Fourth City want to see her.
When she sees the Middle Witch peel the skin back from a young man’s hand, for some crime or other, Taz gives up on telling herself she isn’t afraid. It’s all she can do not to turn tail and run. She’s not even ashamed of it—she knows she’d mock herself mercilessly if she wanted to run away from any other kind of threat, it’s how she deals with moments of alarm that do come from time to time. But here? Here, she’s just afraid.
Very little, in this world or any other, frightens Taz Hantree.
Except for Heartwood.
Year: 980 FY
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Blood magic, body horror
There’s very little that frightens Taz Hantree. She doesn’t fear fighting, or storms, or fever, or even death. She doesn’t enjoy any of them (except maybe fighting), but she doesn’t fear them. Not really.
She tells herself she isn’t afraid as she glides upriver, under the haunted trees of Heartwood.
She tells herself she isn’t afraid when she feels the flesh and bones in her broken arm ripple and find where they belong again.
She tells herself she isn’t afraid when the Witches of the Fourth City want to see her.
When she sees the Middle Witch peel the skin back from a young man’s hand, for some crime or other, Taz gives up on telling herself she isn’t afraid. It’s all she can do not to turn tail and run. She’s not even ashamed of it—she knows she’d mock herself mercilessly if she wanted to run away from any other kind of threat, it’s how she deals with moments of alarm that do come from time to time. But here? Here, she’s just afraid.
Very little, in this world or any other, frightens Taz Hantree.
Except for Heartwood.