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A Regretful Stark
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Date Posted: 12:25:27 02/03/05 Thu
In reply to:
Viggo
's message, "Re: FOOL!" on 12:17:27 02/03/05 Thu
There was really only one word to describe what just happened. OWCH. And no, maybe he didn't think the part through where *he would most definately feel pain*, but, he'd be able to get that spitting mad (and bruised, oh how sexy!) Rollig and really 'show him who's boss of this mountain', just because Angele felt like throwing some quoatation marks in there for the hell of it.
He FLEW forward when Viggo slammed into him,sending him sprawling to the ground and skidding down the ice underneath him (well, he could've thought that part through a little more, at least.), his chin and left cheek takign the brunt of the abuse and crackign his jaw on a jutting peice of riock on his way down.
Which coincidentially also stopped him.
He was dazed for a second, then remembered his great 'mission'. He got up immediately, unblucking his snowboard from his boots (or, one of them anyway, the other already unsnapped for him on it's own) andhalf stalked, cat-walked, crawled down the face of the mountain to Viggo, then slid on top of him, pressing him a bit into the snow on his stomach, giving a long, hard lick to the other boarder's, the YOUNGER boarder's neck.
"You alright, *Viggo*?"
Purr, baby. Purr.
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