Posted on March 3, 2013 at 02:38:10 AM by Fatale
I have a very specific set of skills
Once more on Atlantis, Fatale does have to wonder if she has made the right call. Perhaps she should have returned to the Lagoon. To the life she had enjoyed. Then again, she needed to let Ravenna get her hooves under her. So, Fatale had taken Rade up on his invitation. He had seemed decent enough in the Falls.
It was a different stallion that found her in the Paradise. The arabian could not figure out what it was though. She returns his gesture, her feminine whiles at full force. There were many things to do then.
"Why is it a surprise?" She asked innocently. "You invited me to Atlantis. I might have only been here a short time, but the tropics are a welcome break from the cold of the Lagoon." She cast a critical eye about the space.
Paradise? She supposed it deserved the title.
"Hell is quite something else," She said simply. "Better a lovely prison than a cold one. If you wanted to invite mares to hell, you probably should have taken some spot on Tinuvel." She looked at him. "But, you do not strike me as that kind of stallion."
She narrowed an eye, her motion as she passed him just slight curves. Fatale had fully recovered from motherhood and now was back to her showy perfection. The arabian was sightly.
"You seem to appriciate the finer things in life, if you choice of home is any indication," she cast a glance over her shoulder. "So, am I expected to explore? Or do I get a tour?"
It was a different stallion that found her in the Paradise. The arabian could not figure out what it was though. She returns his gesture, her feminine whiles at full force. There were many things to do then.
"Why is it a surprise?" She asked innocently. "You invited me to Atlantis. I might have only been here a short time, but the tropics are a welcome break from the cold of the Lagoon." She cast a critical eye about the space.
Paradise? She supposed it deserved the title.
"Hell is quite something else," She said simply. "Better a lovely prison than a cold one. If you wanted to invite mares to hell, you probably should have taken some spot on Tinuvel." She looked at him. "But, you do not strike me as that kind of stallion."
She narrowed an eye, her motion as she passed him just slight curves. Fatale had fully recovered from motherhood and now was back to her showy perfection. The arabian was sightly.
"You seem to appriciate the finer things in life, if you choice of home is any indication," she cast a glance over her shoulder. "So, am I expected to explore? Or do I get a tour?"
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