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[vee.]

@Starstream;
I love that story:) It's so cute ♥



Affliction and Dolcemente

And their daughter, Intoxicated Nostalgia (Tally)


I'll write a story for these guys in a little, but I wanted to post this:)

[gleebees]

@Starstream;
I love that story:) It's so cute ♥



Affliction and Dolcemente

And their daughter, Intoxicated Nostalgia (Tally)


I'll write a story for these guys in a little, but I wanted to post this:)

I can see how that pup would be theirs... <3

[Skyfoxx]

Pet's name: Dove
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Pet's name:Panda Love
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Dove♀ & Panda Love♀

My pawsteps were silent - unheard, as I watched them from the bushes. My black & white fur hid me easily, despite how most think, and I pondered over what I was doing. Why did I even let them make me do this?... Everybody knew I was some sort of "mutant" as some would say. I had stopped growing at an early age, and most seemed to hide from me - or in other words, avoid me. Some even believed I was contaminated - and if I touched any wolf, they would immediately stop growing. Others, yet foolish, even tried - but there was no result, they kept on growing. But that wasn't the worst. The worst was those... scarred wolves... I knew them by name. Carry, Ruckus, Crow, and Viper. Carry was the only she-wolf in the pack, rough, and dangerous, with those sharp claws of hers. Ruckus was a average sized he-wolf, whose brown fur hid him easily in the dark. He was ruthless, and not well known for genorosity. Crow was the smallest, but he could fit through every gap. Although he was small, he put up a fight, with sharp retorts. Viper... he was the worst. The leader, he was colored exactly like a Viper - and he was huge. His amber eyes could petrify anyone... from the smallest pup, to the largest wolf. He had giagantic, long, sharp claws, and his fangs were unusually long, peering out of his mouth, like a snake. He was to be feared, certainly. He was ruthless, vile... the word "Evil" could hardly describe him. Why was I here, watching them?... Because I was the smallest, I had been assigned to spy on them. They certainly didn't care. The others cared only about their pups and theirselves, but never for me. I was a runt, and I would stay a runt forever: always vulnerable. But, I kept on watching. "Here, Crow. You can have this." Ruckus threw over a lump of bloody prey. Crow nodded, but cautiously. "What's wrong, Crow?" A rough, femine voice said - Cally. Crow nibbled on the meat, and answered, "I smell something... another wolf. Can you smell it?..." A shiver went down my spine - as if an ice cube had dropped there. Afraid, I turned around, and ran. "There was something definately there. After it!" Growled Viper. My heart was beating wildly, and I could hear the soft thumps of my own pawsteps, but also of the others. I ran, but then I stopped. A huge log was blocking the way, and there was no way out. If only I was bigger... I thought. I stood there and waited for my doom to come. But it didn't... and I heard some voices, and a small scream. "Let me go!" I perked my ears up. Wha-?... Who was that? I thought. I heard pawsteps coming closer, and I did my best to hide myself in a patch of ferns. "You're going nowhere, you runt." Responded Viper, in a fearsome growl. "Not until you tell us why you spyed on us... and where you're from. And even then... I couldn't let you go." He was speaking to a pink pup... she looked like a dove to me, but yet she had intelligence in her eyes. Could... could she be like me?... I thought. Crow let out a strange laugh, and followed them. I knew I had to go after them. I was stricken by love...

I followed them to their little "camp, and watched. "So... Let's get this nice and simple. We ask you questions. You tell us, We give you something in return. You refuse... and we do something to you. Now, let's start. What's your name?" Viper responded, in a soft, vile tone. The pup said, "My name is Dove. And I want-" Viper inturrupted, "Good. Now, Why were you spying on us, runt?" Dove glared at Viper. "I wasn't spying on you!" Viper snarled, "Yes you were!" He took a paw, and showed his claws, and put it against her neck. "Why were you spying on us?" He said in a growl. Dove tried to back away, but she couldn't. Panic-stricken, but driven by love, I bared my fangs, and leaped onto Viper, clawing him. "You... You... Deer-headed Git!" I snarled. The term "Deer-headed" meant that the wolf was very bland, and dull. It was also a term for a cruel wolf - it was an insult. Before Viper could throw me off, I bit his ear, and tore it off. I spat the blood out, and Viper shook me off. He turned around. "Well, well. Look who we have here. Another runt..." He let out a smile. "Runt? Well, you're the coward here. You're just want to hide with your little friends for protection here, don't ya?" Crow spat, "Well, you little hero, there's no way you can face against all four of us!" I responded calmly, "What did you say? I didn't hear you." I had a plan, alright. Crow yelled, "I said that you can't face all four of us, you runt!" I knew his voice was loud, and it shook the whole forest. I looked at the stone wall. It began to crumble, all the dirt going towards Ruckus, Crow, and Cally. Viper looked in shock, and I had enough time to push Dove out of the way. "Run. Run before they get you again, Dove." I said, looking into her eyes. She looked at me. "They can get me if they want. I'm staying with you. You were the reason I came here..." I looked in suprise. Dove murmured, "You're... a pps like me... And I thought I was the only one around... I can't leave you..." I looked at her. "I thought I was the only one as well..." Viper let out a snarl before I could say anything else, and I turned around. Huge rocks had piled up where Crow, Cally, and Ruckus had been. I knew they were dead. "You'll pay for this!" Growled Viper. He lunged at me. But I had one thing he didn't have - I had the power to love. "Watch your mouth, you little snake." I snarled, as I slashed at Viper's eyes. He let out a howl of pain. I had blinded him.... But that didn't stop him. He slashed at me, but I dodged it. I tore the other ear off, then, spat the blood. Suddenly, I heard another growl. Dove! She had slashed at Viper's side. She blinked at me, and I blinked back. We kept on fighting. I took a paw, and I slammed it with force against Viper's belly, and I dragged it to the side. Viper let out a howl of pain, and slumped to the ground. He was dead. I got off of him, and went over to Dove, immediately. "I love you, Dove... Even though I only saw you today, I knew I was in love..." Dove looked longingly at me. "I love you, too..." She murmured. And so, we set through the forest, leaving the past behind, and rebuilding everything with nothing but love.

[vee.]

Affliction and Dolcemente

"Don't get too close !"

"Keep away from that abomination, he'll freeze you where you stand !"

"Babies, eat your veggies, they keep The Affliction away !"

I hear the muttered insults, I know of their whispered comments when they pass by. But I don't retaliate, I don't scowl, I don't glare back. When the rude ones call out derogatory names after me, I hear them ask why I don't turn and fight them, why I don't try and stop them from the things they say. Well, you know why I don't ?

I know I'm a monster. I know what my curse is.

I didn't know when I was little. I have vague memories of trying to cuddle with my father, but he would always cringe away; he would tell me I was much too strong to hug him like that, but I know now that this was a lie. I remember playing tag with the other pups out in the meadow, and they would always cry when I tagged them. Even when I would chase butterflies, they would die as soon as I caught them.

But now, I can understand the truth of it. I never had a mother, and I never knew why, but now I realize I must have killed her, while she gave birth. I have no siblings; I must have killed them too. I don't know where my father is now, maybe I killed him too.

I pause by the stream in my wanderings, and look down at myself, at my pale white pelt. Each fur is its own tiny barb, like an icicle, colder than the deadly chill of winter, more dangerous than dry ice. Every creature I've ever touched has been wounded or destroyed by my icy burn, and there isn't anything I can do to stop it. Through the years, my real name has been lost, by others and by myself. They just call me The Affliction, and that's what I'm used to.

A terrified scream interrupts my thoughts. "Help !!" My heart races. The sound is shrill and feminine; what if it's just a pup ?! I canter quickly down the streambank, bright eyes scanning the water, scanning the tree line, for the source of the voice.

I am surprised when I find her.

It's a female- she's small, but definitely not a pup. A few years old, at least. The currents are swirling dangerously around her, pulling her along in their vice-like grip, while she bobs up and down, thrashing about desperately, swatting her paws uselessly on the surface. Her piercing blue eyes widen in recognition as she sees me, and she goes under again, spluttering when she surfaces."I can't swim," she sobs weakly, coughing as water fills her lungs.

Nervously, I look around for someone else. "Help !" I bellow at the top of my lungs. "She's drowning !" I look back to her, moving along the bank to stay with her as the stream carries her. No one is coming, I realize, petrified. I have to save her, or she'll drown right in front of me. I take a deep breath to calm myself, and with a sudden leap, I launch myself into the river, while the female watches in fear.

When I hit the surface, my paws freeze over the top of the stream, just as I anticipated, and I land on a solid chunk of ice. She looks on in awe as I create a frozen path of solid ice. I race faster than the currents can carry her, creating a strip of ice across the stream's girth. "Grab on !" I call to her. "I can't touch you !" Her claws dig into the frozen layer, and her legs shake as she struggles to hold on. "It's pulling me under !" she screams, crying hysterically. Now what do I do !? Her claws are slipping, she screams once more, she's still slipping, still slipping ...

With a snarl of frustration, I jab my neck out, gripping her scruff in my jaws, and I yank with all my might, just as her claws slip off. She lands next to me on the ice, coughing, trembling, gasping for air. My eyes well up with tears, but they freeze onto my muzzle as they fall. I look down at her neck, wincing, expecting to see a frozen burn there from my fur. But to my complete shock, she is unmarked. A few pieces of my fur are broken off into her thick, brown coat, but they don't burn her.

She looks up at me, confusion and fear in her eyes. "I .. I bent down to get a drink, and I slipped .. I'm so sorry-" She stops as I reach out a paw, slowly, toward her leg. Her eyes bulge, she is terrified, but she doesn't move. I hold my breath, and then pull my paw away.

Nothing.

"I can't ... hurt you..."

She looks back in awe. After a moment, she whispers, "I'm Dolce. It's ... thrilling to meet you, Flic."

I'm touched. A wide smile stretches across my face.

Flic. Not Affliction.

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If you guys like it, I'll write more ... x3

[gleebees]

Affliction and Dolcemente

"Don't get too close !"

"Keep away from that abomination, he'll freeze you where you stand !"

"Babies, eat your veggies, they keep The Affliction away !"

I hear the muttered insults, I know of their whispered comments when they pass by. But I don't retaliate, I don't scowl, I don't glare back. When the rude ones call out derogatory names after me, I hear them ask why I don't turn and fight them, why I don't try and stop them from the things they say. Well, you know why I don't ?

I know I'm a monster. I know what my curse is.

I didn't know when I was little. I have vague memories of trying to cuddle with my father, but he would always cringe away; he would tell me I was much too strong to hug him like that, but I know now that this was a lie. I remember playing tag with the other pups out in the meadow, and they would always cry when I tagged them. Even when I would chase butterflies, they would die as soon as I caught them.

But now, I can understand the truth of it. I never had a mother, and I never knew why, but now I realize I must have killed her, while she gave birth. I have no siblings; I must have killed them too. I don't know where my father is now, maybe I killed him too.

I pause by the stream in my wanderings, and look down at myself, at my pale white pelt. Each fur is its own tiny barb, like an icicle, colder than the deadly chill of winter, more dangerous than dry ice. Every creature I've ever touched has been wounded or destroyed by my icy burn, and there isn't anything I can do to stop it. Through the years, my real name has been lost, by others and by myself. They just call me The Affliction, and that's what I'm used to.

A terrified scream interrupts my thoughts. "Help !!" My heart races. The sound is shrill and feminine; what if it's just a pup ?! I canter quickly down the streambank, bright eyes scanning the water, scanning the tree line, for the source of the voice.

I am surprised when I find her.

It's a female- she's small, but definitely not a pup. A few years old, at least. The currents are swirling dangerously around her, pulling her along in their vice-like grip, while she bobs up and down, thrashing about desperately, swatting her paws uselessly on the surface. Her piercing blue eyes widen in recognition as she sees me, and she goes under again, spluttering when she surfaces."I can't swim," she sobs weakly, coughing as water fills her lungs.

Nervously, I look around for someone else. "Help !" I bellow at the top of my lungs. "She's drowning !" I look back to her, moving along the bank to stay with her as the stream carries her. No one is coming, I realize, petrified. I have to save her, or she'll drown right in front of me. I take a deep breath to calm myself, and with a sudden leap, I launch myself into the river, while the female watches in fear.

When I hit the surface, my paws freeze over the top of the stream, just as I anticipated, and I land on a solid chunk of ice. She looks on in awe as I create a frozen path of solid ice. I race faster than the currents can carry her, creating a strip of ice across the stream's girth. "Grab on !" I call to her. "I can't touch you !" Her claws dig into the frozen layer, and her legs shake as she struggles to hold on. "It's pulling me under !" she screams, crying hysterically. Now what do I do !? Her claws are slipping, she screams once more, she's still slipping, still slipping ...

With a snarl of frustration, I jab my neck out, gripping her scruff in my jaws, and I yank with all my might, just as her claws slip off. She lands next to me on the ice, coughing, trembling, gasping for air. My eyes well up with tears, but they freeze onto my muzzle as they fall. I look down at her neck, wincing, expecting to see a frozen burn there from my fur. But to my complete shock, she is unmarked. A few pieces of my fur are broken off into her thick, brown coat, but they don't burn her.

She looks up at me, confusion and fear in her eyes. "I .. I bent down to get a drink, and I slipped .. I'm so sorry-" She stops as I reach out a paw, slowly, toward her leg. Her eyes bulge, she is terrified, but she doesn't move. I hold my breath, and then pull my paw away.

Nothing.

"I can't ... hurt you..."

She looks back in awe. After a moment, she whispers, "I'm Dolce. It's ... thrilling to meet you, Flic."

I'm touched. A wide smile stretches across my face.

Flic. Not Affliction.

-----

If you guys like it, I'll write more ... x3

Rocking socks awesome <3

[wibeke]

Affliction and Dolcemente

"Don't get too close !"

"Keep away from that abomination, he'll freeze you where you stand !"

"Babies, eat your veggies, they keep The Affliction away !"

I hear the muttered insults, I know of their whispered comments when they pass by. But I don't retaliate, I don't scowl, I don't glare back. When the rude ones call out derogatory names after me, I hear them ask why I don't turn and fight them, why I don't try and stop them from the things they say. Well, you know why I don't ?

I know I'm a monster. I know what my curse is.

I didn't know when I was little. I have vague memories of trying to cuddle with my father, but he would always cringe away; he would tell me I was much too strong to hug him like that, but I know now that this was a lie. I remember playing tag with the other pups out in the meadow, and they would always cry when I tagged them. Even when I would chase butterflies, they would die as soon as I caught them.

But now, I can understand the truth of it. I never had a mother, and I never knew why, but now I realize I must have killed her, while she gave birth. I have no siblings; I must have killed them too. I don't know where my father is now, maybe I killed him too.

I pause by the stream in my wanderings, and look down at myself, at my pale white pelt. Each fur is its own tiny barb, like an icicle, colder than the deadly chill of winter, more dangerous than dry ice. Every creature I've ever touched has been wounded or destroyed by my icy burn, and there isn't anything I can do to stop it. Through the years, my real name has been lost, by others and by myself. They just call me The Affliction, and that's what I'm used to.

A terrified scream interrupts my thoughts. "Help !!" My heart races. The sound is shrill and feminine; what if it's just a pup ?! I canter quickly down the streambank, bright eyes scanning the water, scanning the tree line, for the source of the voice.

I am surprised when I find her.

It's a female- she's small, but definitely not a pup. A few years old, at least. The currents are swirling dangerously around her, pulling her along in their vice-like grip, while she bobs up and down, thrashing about desperately, swatting her paws uselessly on the surface. Her piercing blue eyes widen in recognition as she sees me, and she goes under again, spluttering when she surfaces."I can't swim," she sobs weakly, coughing as water fills her lungs.

Nervously, I look around for someone else. "Help !" I bellow at the top of my lungs. "She's drowning !" I look back to her, moving along the bank to stay with her as the stream carries her. No one is coming, I realize, petrified. I have to save her, or she'll drown right in front of me. I take a deep breath to calm myself, and with a sudden leap, I launch myself into the river, while the female watches in fear.

When I hit the surface, my paws freeze over the top of the stream, just as I anticipated, and I land on a solid chunk of ice. She looks on in awe as I create a frozen path of solid ice. I race faster than the currents can carry her, creating a strip of ice across the stream's girth. "Grab on !" I call to her. "I can't touch you !" Her claws dig into the frozen layer, and her legs shake as she struggles to hold on. "It's pulling me under !" she screams, crying hysterically. Now what do I do !? Her claws are slipping, she screams once more, she's still slipping, still slipping ...

With a snarl of frustration, I jab my neck out, gripping her scruff in my jaws, and I yank with all my might, just as her claws slip off. She lands next to me on the ice, coughing, trembling, gasping for air. My eyes well up with tears, but they freeze onto my muzzle as they fall. I look down at her neck, wincing, expecting to see a frozen burn there from my fur. But to my complete shock, she is unmarked. A few pieces of my fur are broken off into her thick, brown coat, but they don't burn her.

She looks up at me, confusion and fear in her eyes. "I .. I bent down to get a drink, and I slipped .. I'm so sorry-" She stops as I reach out a paw, slowly, toward her leg. Her eyes bulge, she is terrified, but she doesn't move. I hold my breath, and then pull my paw away.

Nothing.

"I can't ... hurt you..."

She looks back in awe. After a moment, she whispers, "I'm Dolce. It's ... thrilling to meet you, Flic."

I'm touched. A wide smile stretches across my face.

Flic. Not Affliction.

-----

If you guys like it, I'll write more ... x3

That was so sweet. I love stories like that. ^^
I hope you'll write some more.

[iPawki]

Affliction and Dolcemente

"Don't get too close !"

"Keep away from that abomination, he'll freeze you where you stand !"

"Babies, eat your veggies, they keep The Affliction away !"

I hear the muttered insults, I know of their whispered comments when they pass by. But I don't retaliate, I don't scowl, I don't glare back. When the rude ones call out derogatory names after me, I hear them ask why I don't turn and fight them, why I don't try and stop them from the things they say. Well, you know why I don't ?

I know I'm a monster. I know what my curse is.

I didn't know when I was little. I have vague memories of trying to cuddle with my father, but he would always cringe away; he would tell me I was much too strong to hug him like that, but I know now that this was a lie. I remember playing tag with the other pups out in the meadow, and they would always cry when I tagged them. Even when I would chase butterflies, they would die as soon as I caught them.

But now, I can understand the truth of it. I never had a mother, and I never knew why, but now I realize I must have killed her, while she gave birth. I have no siblings; I must have killed them too. I don't know where my father is now, maybe I killed him too.

I pause by the stream in my wanderings, and look down at myself, at my pale white pelt. Each fur is its own tiny barb, like an icicle, colder than the deadly chill of winter, more dangerous than dry ice. Every creature I've ever touched has been wounded or destroyed by my icy burn, and there isn't anything I can do to stop it. Through the years, my real name has been lost, by others and by myself. They just call me The Affliction, and that's what I'm used to.

A terrified scream interrupts my thoughts. "Help !!" My heart races. The sound is shrill and feminine; what if it's just a pup ?! I canter quickly down the streambank, bright eyes scanning the water, scanning the tree line, for the source of the voice.

I am surprised when I find her.

It's a female- she's small, but definitely not a pup. A few years old, at least. The currents are swirling dangerously around her, pulling her along in their vice-like grip, while she bobs up and down, thrashing about desperately, swatting her paws uselessly on the surface. Her piercing blue eyes widen in recognition as she sees me, and she goes under again, spluttering when she surfaces."I can't swim," she sobs weakly, coughing as water fills her lungs.

Nervously, I look around for someone else. "Help !" I bellow at the top of my lungs. "She's drowning !" I look back to her, moving along the bank to stay with her as the stream carries her. No one is coming, I realize, petrified. I have to save her, or she'll drown right in front of me. I take a deep breath to calm myself, and with a sudden leap, I launch myself into the river, while the female watches in fear.

When I hit the surface, my paws freeze over the top of the stream, just as I anticipated, and I land on a solid chunk of ice. She looks on in awe as I create a frozen path of solid ice. I race faster than the currents can carry her, creating a strip of ice across the stream's girth. "Grab on !" I call to her. "I can't touch you !" Her claws dig into the frozen layer, and her legs shake as she struggles to hold on. "It's pulling me under !" she screams, crying hysterically. Now what do I do !? Her claws are slipping, she screams once more, she's still slipping, still slipping ...

With a snarl of frustration, I jab my neck out, gripping her scruff in my jaws, and I yank with all my might, just as her claws slip off. She lands next to me on the ice, coughing, trembling, gasping for air. My eyes well up with tears, but they freeze onto my muzzle as they fall. I look down at her neck, wincing, expecting to see a frozen burn there from my fur. But to my complete shock, she is unmarked. A few pieces of my fur are broken off into her thick, brown coat, but they don't burn her.

She looks up at me, confusion and fear in her eyes. "I .. I bent down to get a drink, and I slipped .. I'm so sorry-" She stops as I reach out a paw, slowly, toward her leg. Her eyes bulge, she is terrified, but she doesn't move. I hold my breath, and then pull my paw away.

Nothing.

"I can't ... hurt you..."

She looks back in awe. After a moment, she whispers, "I'm Dolce. It's ... thrilling to meet you, Flic."

I'm touched. A wide smile stretches across my face.

Flic. Not Affliction.

-----

If you guys like it, I'll write more ... x3

Rocking socks awesome <3

Agreed. =P

[Yamanaka Shin]

I vote that CS hire Vellamore to write backstories for every CS pair we have so far <33

[iPawki]

Lol, yeah. And iBrevity. ;D

[Yamanaka Shin]

Oh yes, iBrevity for sure!