Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[spaceferrari]

:3 PPS love anyone?


Giulia {f} ------------------------------ Euthymius {m}
<3
He gave her the tooth necklace to remind her to stay "sharp," and she gave him the little bug to help him see.



Giles [M] ----------------------------------------- Gavivi [F]
Giulia's parents would probably be none-too-pleased if they found out their daughter was seeing this ghastly boy-
especially her dad Giles!

Edit: P-p-p-page breaker!

[Rainpelt]

Fantoche [M] ---------- and ---------- Kairai [F]
the Puppet and the Puppeteer

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Golden orbs seemed to glow up from the tray were they lay, beautiful glass beads that seemed to stare up at the brown wolf. Before him was a bundle of black fabric and crow feathers, all laid out for what was to come. He reached for a needle and stretched a sheet of black velvet over the wooden skeleton, setting to work on what would be a masterpiece.
Hours passed as he bent over his work, intent on finishing. Now that the sun had gone down, the orbs, like drops of golden dew, flickered with the candle's eiry light, giving them life like quality. A remarkably wolf-like shape had begun to form. The puppet-maker chose a few jet black feathers and strung them together, fastening them to the black mass...
Expertly, he set the second golden eye into the creature he had created. They blazed like fire in the now rising sun and the puppet-maker stepped back to admire his work. As lifelike as a running stream, but still as a fallen tree, the crow-wolf sat, gazing at him with those piercing golden eyes, which were, in truth, nothing more than glass beads. But to the puppet-maker they meant so much more. He hung the life-size marionette up by its strings and retired to his bed, satisfied with the night's work.

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A green wolf padded in, throwing his bag to the floor behind the counter. The new marionete caught his eye and he smiled, the Puppet-Maker must have been up late last night finishing it. He certainly had talent, whoever bought the crow-wolf was sure to be a lucky creature.
The clerk looked up from his book about two hours later, when the tickling of the shop bell reached his delicate ears, it had been a slow day. A large, graceful she-wolf swept in, her blood red fur ruffled in the cold wind that blew in with her. He blinked as Kairai the puppet-masterbrought a chilling silence into the little shop. She surveyed the few customers browsing the shelves, sending their curious looks back to nervously carrying out what they had been doing. She walked swiftly over to the newest shop addition, which many had looked over because of the price, pulling it off the rack and marching straight to the desk, dragging it by the "scruff" as if it were a dead body. The clerk winced back as she threw it up onto the counter.
"You know, this is very expen-" Hesitantly he stuttered out a few words, only to be cut off,
"I'm aware." Her voice sent chills through his pastel green pelt and she dropped a burlap bag on the counter beside the puppet, golden coins spilling out onto the delicately swirled wooden top. Without another word, she pulled the marionete from the counter and exited the shop in a flurry. After a few moments, the clerk blinked in suprise, as nervous chatter resumed in the shop. Running his paw over the smooth gold coins, he sighed in relief. She'd over payed, maybe that would make up for the fact that he'd sold the puppet the first day. The Puppet-Maker tended to like hanging onto puppets for a while.

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Kairai grinned wickedly, holding up her new marionete for the rest of the performing troupe to see. The younger members ooh-ed and ah-ed at the beautifully crafted puppet, while some of the older performers seemed jealous. One laughed, "Amazing what a bag full of forged coins can get you."
A little one, one of the senior performer's sons, piped up, peering at the unmoving puppet, "What's its name?"
Kairai laughed, an insane chuckle that set most people's fur on end, but left the troupe looking up to her with respect. she began to manipulate the marionete, giving the already life-like form the illusion of animation. It turned to look at the little blue pup, catching the fire in the lamps on its glowing eyes. Its solemn face remained emotionless as Kairai tested out the jaw, before it opened its mouth and growled out a three sylable word,
"Fantoche."

To-be-continued X3 I saw the new 2nd gen and thought of the raven dog. I know the Puppet/Puppeteer theme is kind of an old one, but I decided to try it :3

[Alina_Mau]

oooo i love the theme of that one 8D

[Zandalen]

Mine would have to be these two.

Kingin[M] and Jukain[F]

She puts a splash of color in his life.

Here is their long awaited tragic story of Kingin and Jukain.

Grey was the color of my world before I saw her,
Green was color that I saw when she was with me,
Grey was the color when she left me alone here in a black and white world.

The day was just as normal as usual, little did I know that my sad world would eventually blossom into a world that I could be happy with. I padded along the dirty, grey street, my red scarf draped over my neck, my body shivering against the cold as the wind picked up. I was out for a walk when I saw her.
All I could see was a sudden strike of green. I had never seen a color that bright. I stopped and watched as she crossed the street opposite of my side. Her green eyes glanced in my direction and a slight smile crossed her lips, while I’m sure one crossed mine as well. She walked on though and never looked back even though I kept walking on, I’m sure, I turned hoping she would too.

She never did.

For weeks, I returned to that street at the corner of Bernard Dr. and Sickle Lane, and I didn’t see her. Soon the colors that she brought into my life faded back into their miserable grey, finally on my last day I looked out across the street, out of the habit that she had created, to see the green eyes glancing at me from under the sign of the bread shop. I felt my tail wag and I immediately looked away. What am I doing, I shouldn’t be this happy to see her. She might not even be interested in me. I should leave before I embarrass myself even more. I thought before I looked up, about to turn and head back home only to see the grey and bright green wolf crossing the street towards me.

I held my breath as she got closer, this was so I wouldn’t say anything stupid in case she wasn’t coming over to talk to me.

She paused and looked down as though she was nervous. “Hello, I’m Jukain. I-I noticed you before; you looked as though you were looking for something. I was wondering if I could help?” The wolf barked, her eyes looking at mine.

“Hi, I’m Kingin, and yes I was looking for something. But I don’t need help. I kind of already found … what I was looking for.” I barked in reply, my right ear twitching nervously as I finished. My gaze was directed at her eyes.

“Oh, that’s good.” Jukain replied her gaze breaking away from mine. She started to back up to leave.

“Wait, do you want to go for a walk?” I asked my tone was hopeful.

“Sure, that would be nice.” She barked, a smile spread across her muzzle as one spread across mine too.

~~~~~~~~~~

That’s how I met her, the she-wolf that colored my world.

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We were together night and day since that morning, we never ran out of things to talk about and we never ran out of laughs. I thought that this could never end. But boy was I wrong.

The last time I saw her it was really a grey day. I remember it was raining; it had been raining for seven days. We still took our walk and it seemed just like any other day with Jukain. We started our walk like usual, we talked about our lives and as I looked at her I could see that something was changing in her. She smiled, her wet fur dripping from the rain. Even as she was soaked, she still looked as beautiful as the stone of emerald that matched her eyes. I looked over at her and told her to wait here as I ran inside the flower shop. It took two minutes to buy a rose. And I ran back out to see her waiting, a smile on her lips as I gave her the rose.

A ‘thanks’ escaped her lips as she took the rose in her mouth and stood up to walk across the street to her den located near an abandoned apartment complex. I watched her leave, my eyes a tuned with happiness.

That was when the screeching started.

It all happened in a blur at first all I could see was the love of my life walking across the street, then the next a large truck racing through the red light, its tires squealing as it spun towards Jukain. I stood frozen in horror as the truck slammed into her knocking her ten feet away from where she had been walking. I ran towards her but my steps seemed slow as if I was trying to swim against a current.

I reached Jukain, her fur was matted where blood was flowing and the rain smeared the puddle of red fluid down towards the drain located at the end of the street. I looked into her eyes; I could still see the light in her green eyes as they stared unfocusedly at mine. Her lips moved very slowly. “I love you.” Was what escaped her pained lips.

“I love you too.” I whispered before her eyes rolled back into her head and her eyelids closed for the last time.

Then I remember looking up at the dark swirling clouds and howling in grief and fury. I remember shouting at the god that controlled fate. I remember growling at the human that had killed my one true love. I remember wishing that I had died instead of her. After a long time I stood up and picked up her body and dragged her to her den. I laid her down carefully where I used to see her when I came to take her on a walk.

So many memories passed through my mind as I looked at her body as the heat left it. I sat there for what felt like an eternity, watching her hoping that she would just be sleeping and that she would wake up like she always did.

But that never happened. I stayed with her for two days before I dragged her to where she would finally rest. I took her to our favorite place, the cherry tree in the park. I dug her grave and once it was covered I took the rose that was her final gift and placed it on top of the mound of dirt that marked her grave. After I had finished, I lay down next to her grave and cried until there was nothing left and I decided it was time for me to go home.

The first four months were the hardest; everything that I did reminded me of her. I never left my home, afraid that if I walked to where she was killed I would see the replay of that event. After the fifth month, I started to leave my home again. I walked up until I was about to reach Bernard Dr. and Sickle Lane, that was where I turned around. I did that every day until I finally was able to walk to the side of the street where I had seen her in her last moments of life.

I sat down, my gaze locked on the ground. I realized it was grey again. Everything had become grey. That was when I broke down again. I lay crumpled on the side walk. I spent a long time just laying there. When the sun started to set, I picked myself up and walked into the flower shop and picked up a potted rose. I figured the rose that I had placed on her grave five months ago had to have disappeared and died along with her.

I walked up the hill towards the cherry tree where I found that the mound of dirt had been replaced with what looked like a bush of roses. It was then that I realized that just because her body was gone doesn’t mean that her spirit was. I sat down and gazed at the beautiful bush and for the first time in months, I smiled like I did when I first met her.

Even now I walk that corner I still wait for her to show up and smile and laugh with me. I visit her final resting place, where I can still talk to her and even though I know she can’t talk to me I know that she is listening and is waiting for me to join her when my time comes.

[Cancel]

Damian[m] and Trojan[m]

Yet another short drabble, because I love these two probably more then I should. And you people seem to like them, so...*shrug*
....I'll stop after this, I promise.
...for a little while...

Sometimes, there were days he just didn't feel like talking.

He'd enter his house without saying so much as a hello to either of his siblings, trudge upstairs to his room, and fall face first onto his mattress. On those days, he wouldn't touch his laptop - he'd just lay there and breath all his frustrations into the soft feathers of his pillows until the agitation built up by his day was gone, then usually fall asleep shortly there after.

Today was one of those days. Damian had gotten into an argument with Derrick for reasons he could no longer remember - something about soccer and large shoes - and had stormed into his room in a rage. He then proceeded to flop onto his mattress and scream into his pillow until his throat was sore and his body went limp.

Several moments passed; then his head jerked off the pillow with a startled snort at the cheerful 'beep' that announced the coming to life of his laptop. Blinking in dazed bewilderment Damian glanced around his empty room, blinked, then turned his head to gaze at the 'Welcome' screen of the now turned on computer. But what...?

....But what who.

"Since when could he do that?" Damian muttered to himself in mild confusion, furrowing his forehead as the arrow of his mouse flew across the screen, making short time of opening Microsoft Word and selecting the 'italics' key.

What's wrong?

Damian stared at the words - he raised his eyebrows slowly, then released a muffled groan and let his face fall back into the pillow. He was trying to have a tantrum here darn it! There was a long silence - then sighing loudly he lifted his head again to spare a glance towards the screen. The words remained there on the otherwise blank document; and giving a small shake of his head Damian reached over to first select 'bold', then let his fingers move to the keyboard.

Don't wanna talk about it.

He tapped in then let his hand fall from the laptop, hanging off the side of the bed, dull red staring at the screen. The answer, as always, was quick in coming.

That bad?

Trojan didn't wait for a response - the arrow glided over to the Start menu, and Damian watched absently as the virus located MSPaint and opened the program. What was that virus up to...? Raising one eyebrow slowly the teenager grudgingly lifted himself off the mattress, moving into a sitting position so he could have a better view of the screen.

He watched in silence as the pencil tool was selected, and a picture began to unfold on the computer. As the minutes ticked by, despite his best attempts, Damian felt his lips slowly curving upwards into a grudging smile, feeling all the resentment he had been trying to hold onto fading away as the picture took form.

It was him, with an overly exaggerated grumpy expression on - and he was being hugged by what Damian assumed to be Trojan's image of what the virus would look like had he a body.

A small heart emote later and Damian was grinning full-out. Reaching over he took control of the mouse - receiving no resistance - and re-opened Microsoft Word.

Spazz.

Wanna talk about it now?

For a moment Damian hovered his hand indecisively over the keyboard. The arrow drifted back over to MSPaint without him touching the mouse-pad, and he watched with a soft smile as the doodle was right clicked and set to desktop background. And finally, giving a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh, he pulled the computer into his lap and returned to Microsoft Word.

You're lucky your cute

<3?

Now grinning like a complete idiot, Damian gave a shake of his head, and once again began to type out his day.

He didn't change his desktop image for a long, long time.

[SAPPHOLYTE]

Dude I am in love with those boys now! <33 They're just so sweet together, and the idea is amazing still! :D

[Alina_Mau]

ACK its STILL really freaking cute XD ♥♥♥

and shukaku thats a really beautiful story i love how it was ended so heart breaking but at the same time sweetly ^_^

[bluehaze]

Joey [♀] &&;; Henna [♀]

I have never been outgoing. I have never been someone who talked first. I have, however, always been sensitive. Romantic. I feel others emotions really. If someone is sad, I'm sad and I'll do anything possible to make them happy again. Despite how i may eventually feel in the long run. I'm someone who thinks saying 'I love you' could fix anything. So if someone is upset with me, angry or sad, i always feel like telling them i love them. and i hope things will be better.

but everyday i put on a smile. i laugh. i talk. somewhat anyway. but it's all fake. it's all a lie. none of it is real. this? these are my true feelings. this is how i really feel:

before her, before she came to my life, i was nothing. nobody hardly knew me. 'Joey who?' yeah i heard that a lot. however, when she became my best friend, that did change. Henna was beautiful...gorgeous. everyone loved her. she had tons of friends. and yet she chose me to be her best friend.
Or did i choose her?
She was very different from me. But in so many ways, she was very much alike. She didn't think she was pretty. i knew she was. she always thought i was gorgeous and told me so. i knew i wasn't, and never would ever compare to someone like her. she was loud, happy, everyone really did love her. she had so many friends, so many people talked to her. complete opposite of me.

Her fur was dark cream, light cream and light brown. she had a little pink heart spot on her side that i loved so much. and her eyes....her violet eyes. i loved them.

We were inseparable. we were always together, everyday all day. and we never grew tired of one another.
this girl just didn't understand: before, my world was dark and gray, boring and nothing. with her in it, with her with me, it was better. it was bright, there seemed to be more than one side to everything. and i was actually breaking out of my shell. i was actually starting to become more outgoing.

yeah. but happiness isn't forever. like i said...i fake it everyday.

Gotta go to bed, but i think i'll continue and do edits i don't really like it. oh, and this was a previous couple of mine. but i changed Joey. haha.

[SAPPHOLYTE]

I want you to continue it, because Joey is actually a character I can relate with on a personal level. D:

[Inatae]

Silas and Laura.