Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Poison Reaper]

I'm trying to get over a 'writing block' by, well, writing- and it's not really working. xD

451 - Anesthesiologist [Loki] & Somnus
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Even when dying, even when it's not for yourself; love is a nice thing to hope for.

Amazing ;A;

Beautifully written <3

[rose tyler, i]

(I'm new at writing these kind of things :3)

Onyx

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Goldensong

The dark haired boy watched the blonde girl from a distance as she was surrounded by her friends. He snarled angrily. "Show off," he muttered. He knew many things about her. Too many things about her. First of all, she was probably the most popular girl in his school, Ridgewood High. Second of all, she was a snobby, rich know it all. Third of all, she was always surrounded by her equally stupid friends. Fourth of all, he found her kind of pretty.
"Shut up," he muttered to himself. There's nothing prettty about her. She's just a show off! However, he felt a twinge of warmth as he continued to stare at her. On one of her arms, there was a delicate golden pattern creeping up to her shoulder. Her golden hair glowed warmly in the sunlight. He sighed.
"Hey, you!" The blonde girl was walking towards him.
The boy glared at her. "What do you want?" He stood up and turned around to walk away when he felt the girl lay a hand on his shoulder.
The girl looked hurt. "I just wanted to know your name. I'm Goldensong," she murmured quietly.
"And why do you want to know?" asked the boy. He looked at her face. "Alright. I'm Onyx."
"Nice to meet you, Onyx," said Goldensong, smiling. She looked up. "Nice to meet you."
Onyx found himself smiling, for perhaps the first time in his life.

[G.L'S]

Patrick and Melanie

She's waited eons for him.
She's been sitting here, wasting away.
Half-life decay.
No one gave her the time of day.
Until he came along those few days ago,
and brought joy to her life.
And now she lays here dying
her reaping hour
losing radioactive power.
She looks up at him standing there in pain
going insane
and kisses his cheek
"our days of elysium will come"...

[Keriae]

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes.

[~Fallen Angel~]

"So what are you?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a fallen angel."

The girl stepped on to the dance floor, her lustrous white hair falling over her shoulders. The ends were soft shades of purple, blue and grey- surely not real?
Slowly, gracefully, she made her way to the food and drinks table. Watching others get punch, fruit kebabs and soft drinks, she mimicked them, scooping punch into a cup and slowly drinking. A boy dressed as a hunter strode over to her.
"So what are you?" he asked.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a fallen angel."
He smiled crookedly. "Aren't you a little... old?"
She gave him an odd look. "A little old for what?"
"To be an angel. This outfit isn't really very... well... flattering."
She shook her head, a smile pulling at her lips. "You have no idea."
The boy laughed. "So how old are you?"
She gave him another odd look. "I would tell you. But in about..." she glanced at the clock. "fifteen seconds, the answer will be different."
The boy shook his head. "Your birthday is Hallowe'en? How old are you going to be?"
She gave him that odd look again. "Do you really want to know?"
The boy began to feel uncomfortable. Her ice-blue eyes were boring into him, making him squirm. "Uh... yes."
She laughed. "When that clock strikes midnight..." She looked deeply into his eyes, penetrating and clear.
"...I will be exactly seven thousand years old."

[Rayen]

"So what are you?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a fallen angel."

The girl stepped on to the dance floor, her lustrous white hair falling over her shoulders. The ends were soft shades of purple, blue and grey- surely not real?
Slowly, gracefully, she made her way to the food and drinks table. Watching others get punch, fruit kebabs and soft drinks, she mimicked them, scooping punch into a cup and slowly drinking. A boy dressed as a hunter strode over to her.
"So what are you?" he asked.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a fallen angel."
He smiled crookedly. "Aren't you a little... old?"
She gave him an odd look. "A little old for what?"
"To be an angel. This outfit isn't really very... well... flattering."
She shook her head, a smile pulling at her lips. "You have no idea."
The boy laughed. "So how old are you?"
She gave him another odd look. "I would tell you. But in about..." she glanced at the clock. "fifteen seconds, the answer will be different."
The boy shook his head. "Your birthday is Hallowe'en? How old are you going to be?"
She gave him that odd look again. "Do you really want to know?"
The boy began to feel uncomfortable. Her ice-blue eyes were boring into him, making him squirm. "Uh... yes."
She laughed. "When that clock strikes midnight..." She looked deeply into his eyes, penetrating and clear.
"...I will be exactly seven thousand years old."

Please write more. <333 This is fantastic.

[~Fallen Angel~]

"So what are you?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a fallen angel."

The girl stepped on to the dance floor, her lustrous white hair falling over her shoulders. The ends were soft shades of purple, blue and grey- surely not real?
Slowly, gracefully, she made her way to the food and drinks table. Watching others get punch, fruit kebabs and soft drinks, she mimicked them, scooping punch into a cup and slowly drinking. A boy dressed as a hunter strode over to her.
"So what are you?" he asked.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a fallen angel."
He smiled crookedly. "Aren't you a little... old?"
She gave him an odd look. "A little old for what?"
"To be an angel. This outfit isn't really very... well... flattering."
She shook her head, a smile pulling at her lips. "You have no idea."
The boy laughed. "So how old are you?"
She gave him another odd look. "I would tell you. But in about..." she glanced at the clock. "fifteen seconds, the answer will be different."
The boy shook his head. "Your birthday is Hallowe'en? How old are you going to be?"
She gave him that odd look again. "Do you really want to know?"
The boy began to feel uncomfortable. Her ice-blue eyes were boring into him, making him squirm. "Uh... yes."
She laughed. "When that clock strikes midnight..." She looked deeply into his eyes, penetrating and clear.
"...I will be exactly seven thousand years old."

Please write more. <333 This is fantastic.

Thanks :3 I don't know, I'm not sure how exactly I'd continue this... But I'll try to think of something

[<>Diamond<>]

Quartz. A She-cat eager for adventure.

Aquria. A she-cat who wants to play and do what she wants to do.

Speckle. A tom who feels troubled by living with two she-cats.


Story?

A swift breeze went around a nice looking house. In that house were two cats, Quartz and Aquria. They were kittypets yes, but secretly they want to go and be wild cats. Aquria and Quartz tried to stay away from each other as much as they could. They were to different alike and disliked each other a bit, They would say good morning, hi, and good night to each other but nothing more. One day when Aquria was resting the window, wasting time and baking in the sunlight, She saw what her two-leg called a 'car' come back in from the driveway. "Now's the chance!" She mewed to Quartz. Quartz quickly came to Aquria's side. When the door opened they were about to run for it, but they noticed they were holding... Another cat! "What cat is it?" Aquria asked. "Tom.. i think." Quartz said. They followed their twoleg holding the cat and the cat was on the ground. "Who are you?" Aquria asked. "Speckle." The tom said. Quartz looked at him. "So.. why are you here? Ever been in the forest?" She asked. Speckle shook his head. "nope." He said.
Aquria liked this tom. "gonna go rest." Quartz said. "me too." Aquria said. The two padded away.

Continue?

[~Firebird Rising~]

Pet's name: Tipsy
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Pet's name: Draco
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He watched her, as she danced across the sparkling meadow. She stopped to sniff a flower, delicate red and white wings fluttering gently. It was strange to see her without her sisters. They never seemed to go anywhere if they weren't all together. She sat down with a sigh, her green fur a shade lighter than the grass. She closed her eyes, enjoying the bright sunshine and the cool breeze. His heart ached. She was so beautiful, and yet, he could not bring himself to speak with her. It just wouldn't work, them together. She was beautiful, light, airy, delicate. He was dark, surly, hard, cold. He ruffled his wings. Dragon wings. The Dragon and the Butterfly. It could never be.

The wind shifted, now blowing behind him. He stiffened. Her nose rose in the air, sniffing. She had caught his scent. "You can come out now," she called, looking at the spot where he hid. Reluctantly, he stepped out of the bushes.
"Hello!" she said brightly as he drew nearer. She looked up at the sky. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Beautiful," he said, but he wasn't looking at the sky as he said it. She contemplated him with her beautiful amber eyes.
"I've seen you around before. What is your name?"

"Draco," he said briefly.

"I'm Tipsy," She gave him a shy smile. Two other butterfly dogs appeared on the horizon, calling Tipsy's name. "Uh oh! Those are my sisters, Mipsy and Flipsy!" She rose to her feet, giving him another smile. There was a spark of interest in her eye. "Well, Draco, I really hope we see each other again."

She loped away. Draco watched her go, hope rising in his heart. He turned away with a secret smile. The Dragon and the Butterfly. Perhaps it could be after all.

This was random. I hope it isn't too long. I actually drew these two a while back. Its in my gallery if you want to see it. (Excuse the crappiness! It was an early drawing!)

[panacea.]

♥
She loved him.
He lost her.

In the cold breeze that I walk along
The memories of generations burn within me
Been forever since I cried the pain and sorrow
I live and die, proud of my people gaining

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No one knew why he came here.
No one knew why he stayed.
Only I know why he left.

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Maybe a story? Anyone want to hear it?

Heck yeah. <3 This looks like it would be really good, and I love your writing buddeh, so go for it!