Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[aquamarine]

Try not to bump stories just for the sake of getting comments, guys, it spams up the thread x.x



Lacey lay trembling in the dark, covers pulled up to her chin.

She took deep, shaky breaths, trying to still her quaking body. Her black hair flopped into her eyes and she gently blew it out of the way. Stifling another huge yawn, she struggled to keep her eyes open.

As soon as she fell asleep, Lacey knew that she would enter yet another terrifying nightmare. She would, yet again, become the princess of death.

[mawsoleum]

Dur { Duur} m) xx (f Kirives { Keer-a-vess}

He was that one.
You know.
That one.
That one you wanted, but could never have.
That one.

{story soon.}

I've decided to write this out as a long story, hence the chapters.
________________________________
Chapter One
Waiting~

We were all given a purpose.
Unlike the dogs and canines of the wasteful and useless other world, Earth, we on Htrae had purposes.
We were spirits, all of us.

We were born, though, like Earth's dogs. Useless, worthless, powerless. We lived our lives for some time before given a purpose. On earth, dogs are companions to, non-existent to us, 'humans'. On Htrae, we have only canines, so we are servants to no one but the alpha spirit.
But unlike our servant opposites, we go to teachings. In these teachings, we learn about spirits, how to be one, the laws of spirits, the consequences for breaking a law. We go to teachings every day for twenty years, until we are learned. Something also different from Earth dogs, we live well into our thousands. Therefore, being 50 is very young for us, yet on Earth they would have been well expired.
When our time in the teachings are done, we are assigned and graced with a spirit. Those with the same spirit are paired in groups of two to help each other. It is the time when the likes of us grew the most excited.

__________________

I waited eagerly for my name to be called. Our spirits were given by our teachers, who, for twenty years, watched us and learned about us. Then, from our actions, attitudes, and likings, they gave us a spirit they found fit. I hadn't an idea what mine would be. Unlike the element dogs on the world of Herat, we were not limited to ten or so choices. The spirit list ran on and on, endless almost. So I just waited, tapping my foot on the ground quickly, not meaning to, only out of anticipation.

I suppose it must have gotten irritating, for a threatening, lone voice slipped through the air.
" Quit it. "
I felt a pressure that ceased the tapping, looking down to find a paw foot on mine. I hadn’t bothered to look who was sitting around me, at the time I had been focused only on myself and my soon-to-be-spirit. Glancing up with an apologetic face, I caught the eye of a male dog, Dur. Suddenly my body racked, flinching away, almost. I took my foot from his quickly, yanking it as to free myself. I sat motionless then, sitting as far from him as possible.

Dur was two things to me.
And both of them frightened me.
A, his parents were demon spirits. Even though two demon spirit parents don’t always make a child like themselves, sometimes they could. Dur seemed…alright, I suppose. He wasn’t mischievous like most young demon spirits, didn’t try to inflict pain or tricks. He was, instead, very…quiet. He didn’t talk much. He just sat and listened. Ominous, really.
And B, I always felt something for him. Most of the time it was a feeling of being driven away, that I didn’t want to be around him. He scared me.
But at the same time,
I felt in the smallest
area that I
loved
him.
And that’s what scared me the most.


{ to be continued.

also, no, this will not be some gooey love story.
You should know me better, all of my stories contain at least one death. x3 }

Chapter Two
Dur~

I was uncomfortable now, Dur seemed upset, and after twenty years of being around him, I knew he held grudges.

Dur had been quiet and antisocial since the very first day of teachings. While the rest of us frantically ran about trying to meet new people and make new friends, Dur simply sat and stared. He came from a family of demon spirits, which basically, were spirits of the more evil things in our world. The spirit of famine was his father, the spirit of drought his mother. Offspring of two demon spirits tend to turn out as demon spirits themselves, from a young age they can be seen doing mischievous things such as playing tricks. We call these spirits demonics, simply.

The teachers were wary of Dur the day he entered, his parents being two of the most infamous demonics. They carefully observed Dur grow; demonics are allowed to learn, but if they grow too violent, they are forced to leave. After the first couple of years, they calmed down about him. He proved to be as I said; a rather inverted loner who preferred to be alone. He played no tricks on others, didn’t hurt anyone. He did, though, snap if one came too close to him when he wanted privacy. Teachers would call him out, and he’d stay quiet for the rest of the day, even more alone than before. No one tried to help him.


He grew to be the antisocial grump he currently is, but not without attracting quite a few females. As he grew, his looks did as well. His coat grey in darker, his bright spots grew brighter, he started to look more masculine and muscular. They were attracted to his mysterious behavior, for reasons I don’t know. One thing about him threw many females a shy, though. His eyes.

{ Chapter three coming}

[TigressJaguiar]

Try not to bump stories just for the sake of getting comments, guys, it spams up the thread x.x



Lacey lay trembling in the dark, covers pulled up to her chin.

She took deep, shaky breaths, trying to still her quaking body. Her black hair flopped into her eyes and she gently blew it out of the way. Stifling another huge yawn, she struggled to keep her eyes open.

As soon as she fell asleep, Lacey knew that she would enter yet another terrifying nightmare. She would, yet again, become the princess of death.

Nice!

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

You hold your head up to the sky
You say "What kind of blue are you, are you?"
Then you ride a pony round and round
It's digging a hole right through, right through

The young man smiled sardonically, eyes trained lazily on the girl.
"Still haven't given up yet, love?"
She glared at him, trying to conceal the tremble in her voice.
"I'll never give up."
A harsh laugh burst from his lips. Shaking his head, he grinned, eyes flashing.
"That's what I wanted to hear, love.
That's what I wanted to hear."

And go and be free and fly away
You gotta take a bow and do it your way

[. Delirium .]

You hold your head up to the sky
You say "What kind of blue are you, are you?"
Then you ride a pony round and round
It's digging a hole right through, right through

The young man smiled sardonically, eyes trained lazily on the girl.
"Still haven't given up yet, love?"
She glared at him, trying to conceal the tremble in her voice.
"I'll never give up."
A harsh laugh burst from his lips. Shaking his head, he grinned, eyes flashing.
"That's what I wanted to hear, love.
That's what I wanted to hear."

And go and be free and fly away
You gotta take a bow and do it your way

This is amazing! I absolutely love your stories!

[mawsoleum]

Dur { Duur} m) xx (f Kirives { Keer-a-vess}

He was that one.
You know.
That one.
That one you wanted, but could never have.
That one.

{story soon.}

I've decided to write this out as a long story, hence the chapters.
________________________________
Chapter One
Waiting~

We were all given a purpose.
Unlike the dogs and canines of the wasteful and useless other world, Earth, we on Htrae had purposes.
We were spirits, all of us.

We were born, though, like Earth's dogs. Useless, worthless, powerless. We lived our lives for some time before given a purpose. On earth, dogs are companions to, non-existent to us, 'humans'. On Htrae, we have only canines, so we are servants to no one but the alpha spirit.
But unlike our servant opposites, we go to teachings. In these teachings, we learn about spirits, how to be one, the laws of spirits, the consequences for breaking a law. We go to teachings every day for twenty years, until we are learned. Something also different from Earth dogs, we live well into our thousands. Therefore, being 50 is very young for us, yet on Earth they would have been well expired.
When our time in the teachings are done, we are assigned and graced with a spirit. Those with the same spirit are paired in groups of two to help each other. It is the time when the likes of us grew the most excited.

__________________

I waited eagerly for my name to be called. Our spirits were given by our teachers, who, for twenty years, watched us and learned about us. Then, from our actions, attitudes, and likings, they gave us a spirit they found fit. I hadn't an idea what mine would be. Unlike the element dogs on the world of Herat, we were not limited to ten or so choices. The spirit list ran on and on, endless almost. So I just waited, tapping my foot on the ground quickly, not meaning to, only out of anticipation.

I suppose it must have gotten irritating, for a threatening, lone voice slipped through the air.
" Quit it. "
I felt a pressure that ceased the tapping, looking down to find a paw foot on mine. I hadn’t bothered to look who was sitting around me, at the time I had been focused only on myself and my soon-to-be-spirit. Glancing up with an apologetic face, I caught the eye of a male dog, Dur. Suddenly my body racked, flinching away, almost. I took my foot from his quickly, yanking it as to free myself. I sat motionless then, sitting as far from him as possible.

Dur was two things to me.
And both of them frightened me.
A, his parents were demon spirits. Even though two demon spirit parents don’t always make a child like themselves, sometimes they could. Dur seemed…alright, I suppose. He wasn’t mischievous like most young demon spirits, didn’t try to inflict pain or tricks. He was, instead, very…quiet. He didn’t talk much. He just sat and listened. Ominous, really.
And B, I always felt something for him. Most of the time it was a feeling of being driven away, that I didn’t want to be around him. He scared me.
But at the same time,
I felt in the smallest
area that I
loved
him.
And that’s what scared me the most.


{ to be continued.

also, no, this will not be some gooey love story.
You should know me better, all of my stories contain at least one death. x3 }

Chapter Two
Dur~

I was uncomfortable now, Dur seemed upset, and after twenty years of being around him, I knew he held grudges.

Dur had been quiet and antisocial since the very first day of teachings. While the rest of us frantically ran about trying to meet new people and make new friends, Dur simply sat and stared. He came from a family of demon spirits, which basically, were spirits of the more evil things in our world. The spirit of famine was his father, the spirit of drought his mother. Offspring of two demon spirits tend to turn out as demon spirits themselves, from a young age they can be seen doing mischievous things such as playing tricks. We call these spirits demonics, simply.

The teachers were wary of Dur the day he entered, his parents being two of the most infamous demonics. They carefully observed Dur grow; demonics are allowed to learn, but if they grow too violent, they are forced to leave. After the first couple of years, they calmed down about him. He proved to be as I said; a rather inverted loner who preferred to be alone. He played no tricks on others, didn’t hurt anyone. He did, though, snap if one came too close to him when he wanted privacy. Teachers would call him out, and he’d stay quiet for the rest of the day, even more alone than before. No one tried to help him.


He grew to be the antisocial grump he currently is, but not without attracting quite a few females. As he grew, his looks did as well. His coat grey in darker, his bright spots grew brighter, he started to look more masculine and muscular. They were attracted to his mysterious behavior, for reasons I don’t know. One thing about him threw many females a shy, though. His eyes.

{ Chapter three coming}

Chapter Three
Eyes~

All of us are born with grey eyes. Every one of us. As we age, they start to become more vibrant. Our alpha spirit, to use her as an example, has the most stunning eyes cast upon a canine, for she is the oldest. Her mate, the previous alpha had even more beautiful eyes because of his age, but he passed ten years ago. As we die, our eyes start to lose their colors once more. Same thing if we grow ill, or become depressed or sad. Our eyes tell so much about us.

Mine turned pinkish purple as I grew, a pretty color I think. My mother is the spirit of first love, my father the spirit of the sunset. Parent’s spirits have to do with the color of their offspring’s eyes. But with Demonics, it isn’t the same. Every demonic gains terribly red eyes as they grow. It doesn’t matter what the parent’s spirits are, they’re all bad so they all turn red. So of course, over time, Dur’s grew bright red as well. His dreams of ever hoping to drop the title of ‘that demonic’ were crushed, though they may have been non-existent. Truly, I’m not sure now if he even cared. He seemed to care less about what people thought of him, and I suppose that’s a given when you’re a demonic.

I sometimes feel bad for the demonics. They’re all tacked with nicknames, ‘red eyes’, ‘roijes’* the ancient word for red, ‘demonics’, ‘red spirits’, ‘evil reds’, and so on. But Dur is someone I never did, and still don’t feel pity for. He’s popular enough with the females, if not with the males, and has made quite a name for himself. He’s smart as a whip, has amazing reflexes and common sense, and knows how to react. For this, the teachers adored him, he and his red eyes.

The red eyes I felt were boring into my head as I waited.

* Pronounced roy-jess
{chapter four coming. Is anyone reading this? Should I bother continuing? }

[ThisIsInCode]

Dur { Duur} m) xx (f Kirives { Keer-a-vess}

He was that one.
You know.
That one.
That one you wanted, but could never have.
That one.

I'm reading.

[Zeee]

while your flammable, i may be burning
your loyal, i may be royal
you are generous, i may be horrendus

is that true?
not at all.

while im flammable, you may be burning
im loyal, you may be royal
i am generous, you may be horrendus

you let me go, i wasn't ready

who is the monster?
not i.

[micah]

@aqua: <333 will there be more?
Same goes for you, ehryn! Lovellly.
____

accept what you were born into,
and candidly act like you knew

"can't you hear the chiming this morning? it sure is lovely," he turns and smiles at you, so broadly that you flinch, if you're even permitted to do so. You notice that he talks in a low type of way, where everything is stout, and you question why this is so. "you feeling okay? need anything?"

"No," you remark quickly, not meeting eyes. Your hand is firmly entwined in his, and he means well, but you feel so sick and influenced that surely he must be a part of it. "It is so hot out here."

"you said it, whew," he laughs and you accidentally make eye contact. It's painful and his beautiful, kind eyes melt away at your brick wall. "i could really go for some clouds here. you okay with that?"
He asks like you even have such a choice, but before he even starts the sky becomes even more bright. It's unholy and sickening, and tears are brought to your eyes; quickly he shields you like the man he's trying to be and clouds fog your mother, the sky.

"we've got to get inside..." he's briskly shoving you along, but you've had enough.

Trying to fight back, you shriek so piercingly it's almost inaudible. "Nooo!"
But when your vision turns a blunt ebony shade, you know you've lost, and it has already begun.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

To my darling lass-

We move on the morrow. This cruel war seems endless, but the sunrise every morning reminds me of you and helps to brighten my despair. There are cardinals here, did you know? I remember you telling me about seeing them when you were little. They are every bit as beautiful as you said. There's a hill nearby that's named for them. The generals are planning one final charge on our enemy, an ambush that should take them completely by surprise. Before the sun rises we shall be in place, waiting for them to come through. Perhaps I will be home for christmas, and I hope this letter reaches you before then. In case I have not returned in time, remember that I love you and think of me.

Always and forever,
your faithful soldier.