Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[artemis5001]

(to be continued :3)

Bravo ^^ Awesome start and definitely worth the wait

[. Delirium .]

(to be continued :3)

Bravo ^^ Awesome start and definitely worth the wait

Yay thanks! I was trying to remember everything from earlier, but I changed it up a bit cuz I wasn't unconscious, and the guy didn't stop. I hope that when I continue it will be a little more interesting

[Canair]

Lady Amalthea-----------------------------Prince Lir


Good evening milad--
Who are you?
..Lir? Don't you know me? I'm Lir?
Lir.. Prince Lir?
You were dreaming, milady.
But I am always dreaming, even when I am awake-- it is never finished. I-I will not trouble you, my lord, prince.
Trouble me. Please! Trouble me! I would.. Court you with more grace if I knew how.. I wish you wanted something of me.
Drown out my dreams.. Keep me from remembering..Whatever wants me to remember it..


I've had time to write a book
About the way you act and look
But I haven't got a paragraph
Words are always getting in my way
Anyway, I love you
That's all I have to tell you
That's all I've got to say

And now, I'd like to make a speech
About the love that touches each
But stumbling, I would make you laugh
I feel as though my tongue were made of clay
Anyway, I love you
That's all I have to tell you

I'm not a man of poetry
Music isn't one with me
It runs from me
It runs from me

And I tried to write a symphony
Once when I was searching
But I lost the melody
Somewhere out of reach
Alas I only finished half
Far away
And finish I suppose I never may
In a place I could not find
Anyway, I love you
Or heart obey
That's all I have to tell you
Now that I'm a woman
That's all I've got to say
Now I know the way
That's all I've got to say
Now I know the way
That's all I've got to say

Hnnngh.. A part from my favorite movie, The Last Unicorn~
You can listen to the song here <3

<33333 Ohmygosh I love this movie! I watch it at least twice a year. ;3
This is actually one of my favorite parts, besides the one where she firsts talks to the butterfly {D; forgot his name}.
<33333 Great job!
|whisper|

[yankees324]

Preyode ♂

Masteyn ♂

* ♥ Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible' - Audrey Hepburn ♥ *


The wind batted at Preyode's armor as he bounded across the ground to reach the castle. He was the scout for the Dracaans, their main resource to gather information of the Lailans. The dead leaves that had scattered from the forest cast up in massive clouds as the wind picked up speed. Right now though, Preyode wasn't on a mission the Dracaans assigned to him; he was heading to the castle on his personal agenda, without his king having knowledge of this. "It's now or never," he thought as he pushed through the barrier the weather was trying to enforce. "I have to see Masteyn." Preyode squinted his eyes as dirt kicked up from the ground at the wind's hands. It was his final opportunity to see Masteyn, as they were to be hung for a crime in 30 minutes, the severest crime they could've committed in their kingdoms: being a homosexual.

Preyode had escaped his hanging through a strategic manner: attacking the guard and risking his life, because he knew he would lose it anyways. He was a knight; he would rather die fighting than die surrendering. He was now going to help Masteyn escape, but as the sunset cast a blood-red glow across the courtyard and the gallows, his heart sank. Masteyn was being led up to the noose, muzzle bound and paws tied. Two guards were pushing him towards the gallows, and just as it looked like all his hope was gone, he locked eyes with Preyode. A new vigor lit in his eyes and he started resisting, pushing against the guards, catching their surprise and using it to his advantage. They stumbled and he broke away, using his momentum and propelling himself backwards to where Preyode was. The black knight's eyes lit up with joy as his mate barreled into him and they rubbed muzzles, reunited once more.

But the people of the kingdom weren't happy about the couple's unity. They barked and howled, causing Masteyn to turn his head. What he saw was devastating: the knights and commoners of the Draacan kingdom were mingling with the Lailans to form one massive army, ready to crush the two wolves by any means necessary, even if it meant uniting with the enemy to conquer a larger one.

"Not good," mumbled Preyode as he pushed Masteyn towards the forest, where there was an opening. Seeing his mate's plan, the white wolf took off to the woods while Preyode followed shortly after. Luckily, the knight couple were fast runners and easily outran the mob of kingdomfolk to the forest, and deep into the woods they lost their pursuers. The two stopped to catch there breath and smiled at each other, delighted to have escaped death and been together once more. "I knew we could do this," Masteyn said softly as he touched noses with Preyode. "I knew nothing was impossible."

[flashlight reveries~]

He ran, tossing a terrified look behind him at the flickering lights. His feet pounded the scorched cobblestones, his chest heaving up and down in great, gasping breaths as the hot air pierced his lungs. He could feel the heat creeping up his spine, sucking him backwards with every step. He didn't have long, he knew. Already he was beginning to stumble, the thick smoke snaking around him and choking him.
As his steps flagged, he peered through the dark haze and felt, with a great rush of joy, the tankard sign that signaled a pub. Sprinting towards it desperately, he felt hot fingers grasp his just as he reached the door. He flung himself in, slamming it shut behind him with a gasp of relief. He braced his shoulder against it, feeling the thud of hot bodies on the heavy oak.
He limped to the bar, his heart slowing. He threw down a coin and the barkeep slid a flagon of water down the paneling to him. He picked it up and gulped thirstily, expecting only cool relief. Instead he dropped it with a loud bang, feeling a painful burning in his throat. His body seized in wracking spasms of coughing until he felt a hand on his forehead. A moment later, a gust of smoke blew into his face and he inhaled instinctively, his throat soothed instantly.
He opened his gray eyes and caught a glimpse of long black hair whipping out of sight as the woman stood up. He picked himself off the floor, wondering how he had gotten there, and sat back down on a bar stool to survey her more clearly. Her head was bowed over the guttering candle in her hands, her body completely still except for the slight rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled the smoke. Her hair was oddly shaped, lumpy on the top of her head but braided below and hung with some sort of pale object. The eyes peeking out from under her bangs were reflecting the glow of the candle.
When she didn't speak, he reached again for the water pitcher.
"I wouldn't drink that if I were you." Her voice was soft, yet his hand froze in midair. Her words had a sort of crackling energy to them, something he didn't dare cross.
"Why?" His gray eyes were accusing, but he was careful to keep his voice neutral. He sensed something cruel in her- something dangerous.
"It will pain you. Your body rejects water now."
"It never has before, so why would--"
"Stupid boy. Look at your hand." This time her voice was not so soft; it cracked like a whip.
He obeyed immediately. With a jolt of horror, he saw the way the skin of his hand was puckered and shiny, giving off a faint, flickering glow. Even as he watched, the glow spread up his arm.
"No..."
"Oh yes." It was then that she raised her head. The lumps were not hair, but dark, spiraling horns, and he realized, with a shock of disgust, that there were bones woven into the luxurious black locks. Worst of all, that flickering light in her orange eyes wasn't a reflection: her sockets were filled with dancing flames. "Fire is catching."

[bonegrindr]

Lady Amalthea-----------------------------Prince Lir


Good evening milad--
Who are you?
..Lir? Don't you know me? I'm Lir?
Lir.. Prince Lir?
You were dreaming, milady.
But I am always dreaming, even when I am awake-- it is never finished. I-I will not trouble you, my lord, prince.
Trouble me. Please! Trouble me! I would.. Court you with more grace if I knew how.. I wish you wanted something of me.
Drown out my dreams.. Keep me from remembering..Whatever wants me to remember it..


I've had time to write a book
About the way you act and look
But I haven't got a paragraph
Words are always getting in my way
Anyway, I love you
That's all I have to tell you
That's all I've got to say

And now, I'd like to make a speech
About the love that touches each
But stumbling, I would make you laugh
I feel as though my tongue were made of clay
Anyway, I love you
That's all I have to tell you

I'm not a man of poetry
Music isn't one with me
It runs from me
It runs from me

And I tried to write a symphony
Once when I was searching
But I lost the melody
Somewhere out of reach
Alas I only finished half
Far away
And finish I suppose I never may
In a place I could not find
Anyway, I love you
Or heart obey
That's all I have to tell you
Now that I'm a woman
That's all I've got to say
Now I know the way
That's all I've got to say
Now I know the way
That's all I've got to say

Hnnngh.. A part from my favorite movie, The Last Unicorn~
You can listen to the song here <3

<33333 Ohmygosh I love this movie! I watch it at least twice a year. ;3
This is actually one of my favorite parts, besides the one where she firsts talks to the butterfly {D; forgot his name}.
<33333 Great job!
|whisper|

Thank you~!
^_^ It's my all time favorite, I watch it all the time.
And the Butterfly is just called Butterfly, I'm fairly sure. ˆ◡ˆ Thank you again~

[yankees324]

That was really well written Reveries. It was captivating

[Taurus Tiger]

A song is sung
A rhyme is rung
A note is held
A virbation is felt
A word is heard
Love is something spoke
Around the world

She stared at me as if I were speaking-excuse me-signing in another language. She wasn't older than me, yet she was the teacher's 'helper'. Ms. Insertlongilliteratenamehere technically taught the Beginning Sign Language class at 5:30 every morning, but this girl was always up at the chalkboard, helping the professor. The helper never talked, probably to help teach the class to sign. Apparently, many deaf people can't talk either. The instructor rarely spoke, encouraging us to try and figure out the guestures. I tried again, and she looked at the teacher for help. The teacher didn't know either. The audatorium erupted in laughter, mostly just glad it wasn't them standing by the chalkboard.

I hung my head low, ears down, and took my seat again. I spent the rest of the class drawing on my sign book. I didn't need to look up at her, I already knew what she looked like. She was burned into my brain, stuffed into my dreams, nightmares. She resided in my mind ever since I seen her. I knew I wanted to ask her out, but she wouldn;t talk to me. She just smiled and walked away. Crack! my pencil broke in two and the whole class turned to stare at me, except her. She kept drawing signing hands on the chalk board.

I waited until the whole class had left to approach her. I had to get an answer. The instructor left for the faculty lounge, and I seized the oppurtunity. "Excuse me," she looked up as I aproached and smiled. "I-I was hoping to ask you something, and I've tried before, but you never gave me an answer." she stared at me with a confused expression. "I want to know why you keep ignoring me. I've been watching you, for a long time, and I know that sounds creepy, but don't think of it like that. I've watched you, you always sit alone for breakfast, lunch, and the only reason I joined this class was to see you. You never talk to anyone, you never leave your dorm at night except to go for a walk into the campus greenhouse. I don't get it, are you seeing someone? Do you just not want to talk to me?"

She smiled at me and shrugged apologetically, walking out of the aud.

I caught up with her at lunch, and thumped a sign book down on the table as I sat down across from her. I flipped it open. "Okay, if you don't want to talk, then let's try this." I signed what I thought to be 'Hi, I know you.' I must've messed up somewhere along the line because she laughed silently, and her hands moved in fluid movement I couldn't quite catch. I tried to read her lips, but had no such luck. I slipped a notepad towards her. She shoved it back, looking at me. I wrote 'Hi.'
She wrote back, 'Hi.'
Gulping, I scratched out 'Why do you ignore me?'
She stared at it for a minute. 'I do not understand.'
'I always try to talk to you, you just smile and walk away.'
She bit her lip. 'I do not understand you then. You speak a different language.'
I gripped the the table. 'What do you mean? How can we speak different languages?'
'You speak English. I speak silence.'
'What?!'
She traced three words. 'I am mute.'
I crumpled the paper and stormed off to my dorm.

(continue? i dont know...it isn't very good. I'm having an off day....)

They make a cute couple. :3

[ika;]

.mercury [m] && serenade [f].

Love of my life, my soulmate.
You're my best friend,
Part of me like breathing;
Now half of me is left.

[ c h i l d h o o d]

At first she was a shadow- a flickering of tawny in the many trees around me. I was young, curious. I darted to the picketed fence whenever she appeared. I lived a charmed life, as a young one- emerald fields that danced with lavender as the days grew warmer. People lavished love and affection on my dainty face, my handsome pelt; but still I would run to that fence bordering the forest every time the fragile russet creature made an appearance. One morning, when the barn swallows were not yet awake and everything was still- I saw her properly for the first time. She leapt from the shadows with a burst of speed, gazing calmly at me with wide hazel eyes. A fawn, with dappled chestnut fur and slender legs. She was beautiful.

"Hello-" I called- desperate for the queer creature to move closer. I wanted this ballerina to like me, and at that moment I stood wonderstruck as she quivered, quickly crossing the short distance to the fence. "Hello." She murmured- vocals soft like velvet. I smiled tentatively- and she returned it.

I don't know anything at all,
Who am I to say you love me?
I don't know anything at all,
And who am I to say you need me?

[g r o w i n g]

That day awakened something in me. I would whinny, croon and call to the forest- hoping that somewhere inside, she could hear me. Our friendship blossomed with the seasons; she would trot out from her dwelling at dusk, and we would talk long into the night. The sound of her hooves on the damp grass was enough to make my gut flip with joy, and I would flee towards her- kicking up clumps of mud in my haste. Serenade was magical- and I would perform all manners of acrobatic bucks, arching my neck like a swan in an attempt to impress her.

She would gently laugh away my affections, nosing me carefully with her quivering snout to repair the trails of hurt she left each time. I forgave her for every rejection- I loved her blindly, unrequitably- she could do no wrong. Serenade would tell me she loved me, too, but her tone would be sweet; she loved me like a brother. My coat grew deeper, sparkling in the sun. My gait became high-stepping and smooth, but still she would not have me. I didn't care, all that mattered was that she came to me each night.

Color me blue I'm lost in you,
Don't know why I'm still waiting.
Many moons have come and gone,
Don't know why I'm still searching.

[a d u l t h o o d]

That morning, Serenade said she loved me again. She said she meant it. We touched noses over the fence, as always, and she left for a while. I wandered listlessly around my paddock, awaiting her return. Then I heard a noise which made my blood run cold. The sonorous baying of hounds. Rushing to the fence, my body trembled like a leaf. They continued their horrific singing, amplified in volume now. Suddenly, a blur of red stumbled from the thicket. My precious Serenade, quaking with terror- leaves caught in her silky pelt. Blood pounded in my head.

Our eyes met for one slow moment, hazel against black. She gave a whimper of fear, then fled. Seconds ticked by as I strained to see. One single cry pierced the forest, then the hounds fell silent. Nausea rolled in my stomach, and I felt my knees buckle. The last thing I heard as I crashed to the floor, was deafening, roaring silence.

Now you're a song I love to sing,
Never thought it feels so free.
Now I know what's meant to be,
And that's okay with me.

[a g e d]

I stand in my field, lavender at my feet. My muzzle is grey now, and my heart old. My spirit never grew heavy with age, but my giref shadowed me. I am listening to birdsong, when my vision darkens, then grows very bright. Golden light lifts me, soothing my aching bones.

And as my body dies, I see a flicker of chestnut-

My love coming to greet me.

[Faint]

.mercury [m] && serenade [f].

Love of my life, my soulmate.
You're my best friend,
Part of me like breathing;
Now half of me is left.

[ c h i l d h o o d]

At first she was a shadow- a flickering of tawny in the many trees around me. I was young, curious. I darted to the picketed fence whenever she appeared. I lived a charmed life, as a young one- emerald fields that danced with lavender as the days grew warmer. People lavished love and affection on my dainty face, my handsome pelt; but still I would run to that fence bordering the forest every time the fragile russet creature made an appearance. One morning, when the barn swallows were not yet awake and everything was still- I saw her properly for the first time. She leapt from the shadows with a burst of speed, gazing calmly at me with wide hazel eyes. A fawn, with dappled chestnut fur and slender legs. She was beautiful.

"Hello-" I called- desperate for the queer creature to move closer. I wanted this ballerina to like me, and at that moment I stood wonderstruck as she quivered, quickly crossing the short distance to the fence. "Hello." She murmured- vocals soft like velvet. I smiled tentatively- and she returned it.

I don't know anything at all,
Who am I to say you love me?
I don't know anything at all,
And who am I to say you need me?

[g r o w i n g]

That day awakened something in me. I would whinny, croon and call to the forest- hoping that somewhere inside, she could hear me. Our friendship blossomed with the seasons; she would trot out from her dwelling at dusk, and we would talk long into the night. The sound of her hooves on the damp grass was enough to make my gut flip with joy, and I would flee towards her- kicking up clumps of mud in my haste. Serenade was magical- and I would perform all manners of acrobatic bucks, arching my neck like a swan in an attempt to impress her.

She would gently laugh away my affections, nosing me carefully with her quivering snout to repair the trails of hurt she left each time. I forgave her for every rejection- I loved her blindly, unrequitably- she could do no wrong. Serenade would tell me she loved me, too, but her tone would be sweet; she loved me like a brother. My coat grew deeper, sparkling in the sun. My gait became high-stepping and smooth, but still she would not have me. I didn't care, all that mattered was that she came to me each night.

Color me blue I'm lost in you,
Don't know why I'm still waiting.
Many moons have come and gone,
Don't know why I'm still searching.

[a d u l t h o o d]

That morning, Serenade said she loved me again. She said she meant it. We touched noses over the fence, as always, and she left for a while. I wandered listlessly around my paddock, awaiting her return. Then I heard a noise which made my blood run cold. The sonorous baying of hounds. Rushing to the fence, my body trembled like a leaf. They continued their horrific singing, amplified in volume now. Suddenly, a blur of red stumbled from the thicket. My precious Serenade, quaking with terror- leaves caught in her silky pelt. Blood pounded in my head.

Our eyes met for one slow moment, hazel against black. She gave a whimper of fear, then fled. Seconds ticked by as I strained to see. One single cry pierced the forest, then the hounds fell silent. Nausea rolled in my stomach, and I felt my knees buckle. The last thing I heard as I crashed to the floor, was deafening, roaring silence.

Now you're a song I love to sing,
Never thought it feels so free.
Now I know what's meant to be,
And that's okay with me.

[a g e d]

I stand in my field, lavender at my feet. My muzzle is grey now, and my heart old. My spirit never grew heavy with age, but my giref shadowed me. I am listening to birdsong, when my vision darkens, then grows very bright. Golden light lifts me, soothing my aching bones.

And as my body dies, I see a flicker of chestnut-

My love coming to greet me.

Beautiful and Charming <3