There's red in my ledger... [[mafioso]] Posted on July 18, 2012 at 04:24:07 PM by Fatalé
I have a very specific set of skills
Fatalé was unsure of how to play this. She’d spent much of her alone time at the Falls thinking about it. The mustang hadn’t returned that night. And Mafioso hadn’t come for her either. That left her to suspect that the mustang had won. But, Mafioso had still challenged him. And she suspected this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
In fact, the bay felt a little jealous of this “Avalanche”. She must have been quite a mare to have two stallions fighting like this. Even a coward who decided to try this odd, roundabout way of securing her. And Fatalé didn’t like being used as a bargaining chip. No. She would talk to Mafioso. She would try to get him to bend to this mustang captor. But if he didn’t, well, she would try to help him figure out a way to best him.
Because, the mustang may have promised her her “freedom” but she had little belief in him. He’d done nothing to make her wish to throw her weight behind him. Though, she was glad he had recognized that she had something that the males didn’t. And of course, she was Fatalé. Which meant that she would play all her options. She did suspect, though, that the mustang had taken the wrong mare. Mafioso cared more for the larger Italian than he did for her.
Yet, when morning came, she set out for the Inlet once again. Her mind was rolling at what she would find. She hoped not to find a broken Mafioso. But if he was, she would have to build him up first. She wasn’t sure what she would find as she broke from the sea foam onto the cold shores. Summer seemed to blitz by on this cold land. She sniffed the salty air. There was the smell of dirt freshly moved. So a battle had taken place here.
Fatale had settled on a plan. She would play for speed. Like she’d run away and was soon to be tracked down and dragged out again. Like she’d wanted to talk to her true stallion, just one more time. Would she beg for his help? She hadn’t gotten that far. She needed to see what she was dealing with. And she needed to find out where she stood in his mind. Perhaps, perhaps Avalanche would have been more receptive to the idea. If Mafi didn’t bite, she’d probably have to find a way to contact Avalanche. Most people had a conscience after all.
“Mafioso!” She nickered across the open space.
x O x O
~F a t a l é
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