Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[Nanorat]

These two look cute together I think. <3

[Darkeuridi]

I've never really though about naming all my pets before until I read through this thread, the only one that had a name was my dark as she is eeriely close to my actuall fursona Anyway, I am proud to present my first pair......

Adrien ♂ ................................. Isabella ♀

Not a very imaginative pair up but I like to keep things simple for my little brain I may update with a story later on if I think its good enough to post

[Keriae]

Family tree! I've never done this before, so be warned.


Pantalaimon (Pan) and Lady.

Their children:


Splodge and Wilderness.


Suru and Splodge. (Yes, I know, choc chip ice cream!)


Saturn and Wilderness.

Suru and Splodge's adoped child:

Kiwi

Saturn and Wilderness' kids:


Hidden, Birch and Pine.

[Darkeuridi]

I've never really though about naming all my pets before until I read through this thread, the only one that had a name was my dark as she is eeriely close to my actuall fursona Anyway, I am proud to present my first pair......

Adrien ♂ ................................. Isabella ♀

Not a very imaginative pair up but I like to keep things simple for my little brain I may update with a story later on if I think its good enough to post

Here's the story, its from Adriens POV, its a bit long though. I should also mention that it's set in France. Any feedback is greatly appreciated


Sliding my glasses back up my nose, I pondered what to do next. Sitting in a dilapidated old armchair, which colour one could only describe as 'a puddle of vomit on a warm summers day', I set down my book on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. I traced the large timber beams with my eyes, stopping every so often when my eyes came to rest upon a spider delicately making his web or a beetle darting through the cracks. I dragged myself up and out of the chair, snagging my trousers on a broken spring protruding through the fabric. Pacing towards the front desk I meander through the aisles taking in the vast array of articles to behold.

I looked out of the window watching the people pass by the store, never noticing it despite the giant sign 'WOODLEY'S ANTIQUE BOOKS AND TREASURES'. Working in an antique book shop had its ups and downs. On the plus side I got the chance to read any book before it hit the shelves, satisfying my hunger for knowledge and learning as well as the shop being very quaint and tranquil most of the time, giving me chance to contemplate the many questions and theories that ran through my brain. On the other hand it was always nice to have some company, a companion to talk to and share your thoughts. Not many people wanted to buy books these days.

My mother never failed to give me the same speech whenever I left the house in the morning,
'Why do you still work at the awful bookshop? Don't you ever want to better yourself? You could be a lawyer or a doctor, even a teacher would be better than working in that dusty old shack!' she would say, usually pointing a finger in my face and narrowly avoiding my eyes. I suppose in a way she was right, at the age of 24 with a good school education many years behind me why was I still working in the book shop? I never really liked school, the taunting and jeering put me off somewhat. Although I did not come from a poor family I did not come from a rich family either which always put me in the rather unsettling position of 'piggy in the middle' as I was sometimes referred to as.

The prospect of going to University and studying a degree had never really captured my eye. Although my love of learning dwells strong within me, I would much rather do it on my own at my own leisure. Maybe that is why I took the job at the book store. I have been working there since just before my 16th birthday. My mother encouraged me to get a Saturday job, I think that was simply down to the fact that I could then pay her for living at home, but none the less I did it anyway. I used to spend a lot of my time in this book shop when I was younger, browsing the books, re-arranging them on the shelves and generally helping Mr Woodley around the store. Then one day he asked me if I would like a job and to actually get paid for the work I was already doing. Naturally I said yes and I have never looked back since.

These days I find myself wondering more and more about the world and its charms. I often daydream about travelling to far off places to see the sights and meet new people but that's all it stays, a dream. I can never imagine physically doing the things that I dream of; I feel neither privileged enough nor brave enough to seek out my dreams. I am destined to work here in this shop until I die, who knows maybe Mr Woodley will leave it to me in his will. I doubt it though, with three sons of his own, I’m sure he has big plans for this place after he's gone. Not that I wish ill of him at all, for if it wasn't for him I would not be here in the shop.

I continue staring out of the window, studying the faces that flash by. My eyes then come to rest on a young woman, possibly no older than 21 at the latest. She seemed to glide along the pavement with no effort, her golden hair flowing gracefully behind her. She came to a stop in front of the store, enthralled by the many 'wonders' in the shop window display such as a Victorian potty, a mangled book on apple scrumping and Edwardian dolls head, no body, just the head with its one eye. Not really 'wonders' as such but Mr Woodley is very fond of them and feels that everyone should have the pleasure of looking at them. Maybe the real reason that people don't come into the shop is the things on display, not very appealing unless you happen to like apple scrumping, using a potty or have an affinity about body-less dolls. I hadn't really given it much though.

Once in front of the window I could get a better look at her. She had the most beautiful and gentle face I had ever seen, her soft features complementing each other in the most perfect way. Her lips were a delicate rose colour that produced an enchanting smile. She had sparking blue eyes that looked as if they could see straight to a person’s soul. It was at this point that I realised that those blue eyes were staring straight back into mine.

I panicked and launched myself under the counter hoping that she would think that she had just imagined me and that in fact the store was empty. Why I thought that would work I do not know. Sitting under the desk I thought to myself how stupid I was to launch myself under the desk and that I simply should have smiled at her and waved. At that moment the bell on the door rang, signalling that someone had walked into the shop. Was it her? I composed myself and jumped up from underneath the desk, giving whoever it was a fright of their life as they let out a little shriek.

'Oh my goodness! You frightened the life out of me boy! Why were you under there? Not trying to scare me where you boy?'
Much to my dismay it was not the girl with the golden hair, it was Ms Canning from the clothing shop across town. She was a short lady but very rounded in the middle. Her face was also very plump, her cheeks bulging around her eyes and wobbling every time she spoke. 'Well boy? Cat got your tongue?' I stood there for a moment longer, marvelling at what attire she chose to dress in. A floor length purple fur coat, in summer none the less, a large peacock feather pinned on the breast, occasionally wafting up her nose whenever she breathed. She also wore a wide rimmed purple silk hat that matched her coat with a huge green bow wrapped around it. She looked like some form of giant purple Easter egg stood in front of me, swaying from side to side from the immense pressure that must be on her tiny feet from the size of her frame. 'I have not come all the way across the street to have some young ragamuffin scare me half to death then proceed to ignore my presence whilst staring at my bosom'

I snapped back into my senses and began to stutter an apology,
'Oh n-n-no Ms Canning, t-t-that wasn't what I was doing. I was j-just, err, admiring the feather that you have on your coat! What was it that you asked me? Oh yes! Why was I hiding under the desk? I had dropped my pen and I was retrieving it. How is business at your store going Ms Canning? Any big sales recently? Not too many here but that’s the book business I suppose. What can I do you for today?' I gasped for breath, hoping that my questions would have distracted her from the awkward staring.
'Yes boy business is good, we have sold out of our mink stoles and are hoping to get some new parasols in soon. We are having lots of luck with our new line of late....' Ms Canning's mouth continued to move and make sound but I ceased to listen

There, at the back of the store, was the girl with the golden hair. Flicking through the books she placed her finger on a certain copy and slid it off the shelf.
'Excuse me please, Ms Canning....' I said, eyes fixed on the back of the room. She looked at me quite startled, her mouth open, as I walked past her towards the girl.
'Can I help you at all Miss?' she looked up from the book and smiled at me.
'Oh, maybe. I'm looking for one book in particular. It's a very old book, possibly 16th or 17th century so I’m not sure if you will have it' her voice was fragile but with a slight husk to it as well as a hint of an english accent.
'Well I shall certainly try my hardest Miss' I smiled at her, trying to look as friendly as I possibly could, although I realise now that it probably looked more creepy than friendly.
'Please, call me Bella' She thrust her hand towards me and I immediately shook it.
'Adrien' I said, staring into those wonderful pools of blue in her eyes. 'I have worked and lived in this town since I was born and I have never seen you around these parts before. May I ask where you are from?'
'England. I have travelled around the world trying to find my ancestors and my travels have lead me here to France' she spoke, softly and gently.
'ADRIEN!' Ms Canning bellowed from the font of the shop, 'How dare you walk away whilst I am talking to you? Don't you remember who I am?'
'Miss Canning, the dancing angel...' I droned, rolling my eyes.
'That will dance you to heaven. That's right boy' she interrupted, 'Some called me the eighth wonder of the world you know. Beautiful and majestic they would cry and stand in awe when I danced' She twirled around in a circle, narrowly avoiding a very expensive vase.
'Excuse me one moment Miss, I mean, Bella.' She giggled as I made my way back to Ms Canning. 'Well then Ms Canning, what can I do for you today?' I sighed.
'The usual boy, the usual!' she snapped, pointing behind the desk.

I turned round and picked up two catalogues off the shelf and handed them to her.
'Finally! I come into this shop to pick up some simple books and it takes all morning. If I’ve lost any customers because of this I’ll tell Mr Woodley and have him dock your wages. Tell him to put it on my tab boy.' And with that she waddled out of the shop, huffing and puffing as she went.
'Is she always like that?' Bella remarked, looking quizzically at me.
'Most of the time. She was a dancer in her prime and the local fame went to her head somewhat. She's a nice enough lady though'
'Dancer? Really? You wouldn't think it to look at her would you' she said with her mouth wide open. I giggled and shook my head,
'You shouldn't say things like that; you could get yourself into trouble! Anyway, what was this book you spoke of before?' I opened our stock book at the reference page, awaiting her answer.
'It’s called 'Les Loup-garoux''
''Les Loup-garoux'? The werewolves? That seems like an awfully strange book for a girl like yourself to be interested in. I think I do remember seeing a copy though, written by Franc Du Champ?'
'Yes that's the one' she said as her eyes lit up with excitement. 'I've been searching for it for so long now I’ve never thought I would find a copy. But I had a feeling about this place.' I gestured for her to follow as I walked between the bookshelves and right to the very far corner of the store.
'These are all our oldest books. If we still have a copy it will be on this shelf here. La...la...la...le...les...les...Les Loup-garoux! Here it is'

I took the book back to the front desk and wrapped it up in brown paper carefully, finishing it with a bow made from twine.
'That will be 30 Euros then please.' She reached into her bag and pulled out her purse. Fumbling inside she withdrew a bunch of notes and handed them to me, picked the book up from the desk and holding it to her chest.
'Thank you so much Adrien, you have no idea what this means to me.' Leaning over the desk she kissed my cheek and made for the door.
'Bella, wait!' I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I was about to ask a question that the answer would no doubt leave me crushed, 'Would you...maybe like to...go for a coffee later? W-with me that is?'
'Thank you for the lovely invitation Adrien but I can't I’m afraid. I have things I need to do' I could feel the sadness well up inside me and I tried not to let it show.
'That's ok Bella. Have a safe journey, wherever it is that you’re going' I spin round and stare at the books behind me, hiding the disappointment in my face.
'But we could always go tomorrow? I have nothing planned and I would like very much to spend a bit more of my vacation here in this town. Maybe you could even give me a tour? That's only if you wouldn't mind' I turned around to see her smiling at me, her beauty glowing.
'Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to accompany you on a tour around the town. Shall we say, 2.30pm? We close up shop early on a Friday'
'2.30pm sounds wonderful. She you tomorrow Adrien.' She opened the door and walked out, waving as she passed the window.

'Bye Bella' I whispered. I stood back and replayed what had happened in my mind, trying to find something that would suggest that I had just fallen asleep on the old armchair and that it had all been another dream. But I could find nothing of the sort. I thought to myself about Bella, any how she seemed practically perfect in every way. I smiled to myself as it suddenly struck me. I was in love.

So yeah, any feedback = <3

[gleebees]

Sherbert ♀ + Northern Air ♂

{Northern Air's POV}

I ran quickly up the stairs, my ears pricked forward to identify which room was Sherbert's, as I was still half asleep. I found the room with a helpful scream and I violently kicked the door open when I found she had locked it.

I peered into the room, my eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. I flicked the lightswitch on and closed the door. Sherbert was on her bed, peering over the side with her tail fluffed up like a very suprised kitten. I smiled slightly and walked over to her. She lifted her head, her eyes filled with genuine fear until I hopped into the bed.

She immediately embraced me. "Theres a rat on the floor." She whimpered. I nodded and looked around, seeing that Asera's cage was open. "I think Asera got out." I said, gently petting her head. Sherbert looked up at me, the fear fading from her gaze. "He's so lucky, thats why I call him that." She grinned, hopping off the bed and clicking her tounge.

Sure enough, after a couple of moments, Asera showed up, pure black fur hadnt changed a bit. I watched as Sherbert layed her hand out on the floor so he could climb on. He did so and, standing up, Sherbert kissed him on the head and he gave her finger a welcoming nibble before she set him back in the cage.

I guess she thought I was jealous, because she giggled after closing her walk-in closet door, which Asera's cage was in for safety from her dog. "Dont worry, I love you more." Sherbert smiled, hopping back onto the bed. I smiled back and wrapped my arm around her waist, giving her forehead a kiss.

She stiffened when something knocked on her window. I got up, pulling the blanket over her and pulled the curtains over, seeing a frozen tree branch that was swaying in the very high wind hit the window a couple of times. I gently closed the blinds. "It's just a tree branch, Baby." I told her, taking the blanket off her.

She looked back at me, wondering if I was telling the truth. Then she gently layed her head against my chest, yawning. "Sorry I woke you up. Mother would have been here in a heartbeat, if she hadnt've abandoned me." Sherbert whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around me at the evil memory.

I started to pat her head again. "I know, Baby..." I whispered. She looked up. "North, dont leave me." She said so suddenly that I almost jumped, but didnt. I nodded. "Alright, I'll set up the cot." I said, getting up. She shook her head. "Nu uh, the bed is big enough for two." Sherbert mewed.

I looked at her, raising a brow and she shook her head, throwing my pillow at me. "Pervert." She giggled, rolling into her side of the bed and almost immediately falling asleep.

I shrugged and hopped in next to her, also falling asleep almost immediately.

Meh, boring XD

Love the couples and stories, Vellamore, Nanorat, Kaezen, Darkeuridi and Bramblestorm <3

[Keriae]

Sherbert ♀ + Northern Air ♂

{Northern Air's POV}

I ran quickly up the stairs, my ears pricked forward to identify which room was Sherbert's, as I was still half asleep. I found the room with a helpful scream and I violently kicked the door open when I found she had locked it.

I peered into the room, my eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. I flicked the lightswitch on and closed the door. Sherbert was on her bed, peering over the side with her tail fluffed up like a very suprised kitten. I smiled slightly and walked over to her. She lifted her head, her eyes filled with genuine fear until I hopped into the bed.

She immediately embraced me. "Theres a rat on the floor." She whimpered. I nodded and looked around, seeing that Asera's cage was open. "I think Asera got out." I said, gently petting her head. Sherbert looked up at me, the fear fading from her gaze. "He's so lucky, thats why I call him that." She grinned, hopping off the bed and clicking her tounge.

Sure enough, after a couple of moments, Asera showed up, pure black fur hadnt changed a bit. I watched as Sherbert layed her hand out on the floor so he could climb on. He did so and, standing up, Sherbert kissed him on the head and he gave her finger a welcoming nibble before she set him back in the cage.

I guess she thought I was jealous, because she giggled after closing her walk-in closet door, which Asera's cage was in for safety from her dog. "Dont worry, I love you more." Sherbert smiled, hopping back onto the bed. I smiled back and wrapped my arm around her waist, giving her forehead a kiss.

She stiffened when something knocked on her window. I got up, pulling the blanket over her and pulled the curtains over, seeing a frozen tree branch that was swaying in the very high wind hit the window a couple of times. I gently closed the blinds. "It's just a tree branch, Baby." I told her, taking the blanket off her.

She looked back at me, wondering if I was telling the truth. Then she gently layed her head against my chest, yawning. "Sorry I woke you up. Mother would have been here in a heartbeat, if she hadnt've abandoned me." Sherbert whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around me at the evil memory.

I started to pat her head again. "I know, Baby..." I whispered. She looked up. "North, dont leave me." She said so suddenly that I almost jumped, but didnt. I nodded. "Alright, I'll set up the cot." I said, getting up. She shook her head. "Nu uh, the bed is big enough for two." Sherbert mewed.

I looked at her, raising a brow and she shook her head, throwing my pillow at me. "Pervert." She giggled, rolling into her side of the bed and almost immediately falling asleep.

I shrugged and hopped in next to her, also falling asleep almost immediately.

Meh, boring XD

Love the couples and stories, Vellamore, Nanorat, Kaezen, Darkeuridi and Bramblestorm <3

Thanks. I love your's as well.

[aquamarine]

Tika ♀ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Marcello ♂

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The first time she saw him, it made her tail go weak. When she looked at him, she couldn't bear to tear her gaze away. His fur was as black as the midnight sky, his tail curled to a shape as round and smooth as the moon itself. He was absolutely amazing.

The first time he saw her, his fur stood up straight. He felt a glowing within him, as if the sun had come down from the sky and was shining just for him. Her tiny, delicate wings pulsed slowly, like two rolling waves of the ocean. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

She looked away, not wanting it to seem like he was staring. But oh, how she wished she could! If only, if only..

He managed to pull his eyes away from her, only to find himself trailing right back. It was as if an invisible thread had tied itself to him and was connecting his eyes to her.

She could feel someone watching her. As she turned head back around, she sucked in a sharp gasp. It was him, the black beauty, whom she had earlier so longed to have. Now, as their eyes met, she knew that for as long as forever went on, they would be together as one.

He felt, at the moment his own eyes met her pale, almost transparent blue ones, that this beautiful, intricate creature was his to hold forever. Walking towards her, as if he was within a trance, he saw her tiny little paws step forward as well.

When their heads met, their worlds exploded into love and passion and pure peace. Forever, they would belong with each other. Tika and Marcello.

I know it's really bad, but any comments are welcome ^^

[FeatherTail]

I liked it!! :)

[aquamarine]

I liked it!!

Thankies ^^

[Tea.Time]

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Pet's name: Modest .................... Pet's name: Taken

There is actually more behind the pair then i care to get into right now, but they are both supposed to be Females.