Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[~*Fyra*~]

Harvestclaw~*~Rivervine

"I won't let you go, Harvestclaw!" Rivervine mewed, blocking her sister's way.
The darkly colored she-cat sighed. "I know," she murmured. "But I have to. The Clan is at stake. I cannot let NightClan be destroyed."
Rivervine allowed her bead-wrapped tail to sink to the ground. Her sister was right. "But surely there is some other way?..."
Harvestclaw shook her head sadly. "I wish there were," she replied.
Her grass-colored ears lowered, Rivervine dropped her head to stare at her paws. "But if you go, you will never come back."
Harvestclaw pressed her muzzle into her sibling's night-colored fur. "I know," she purred. "I am willing to take that risk, Rivervine. If I die, I will take the whole of DarkClan with me. I refuse to let any more of our cats be killed."
Rivervine blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. She knew she had to face the inevitable, but to tell her sister a forever good-bye... She could not handle it. That left only one option.
"Then I will come with you."
"What!"
"I cannot say good-bye to you, Harvestclaw," meowed Rivervine. "Let me come. We will be more powerful if we fight together, and if we die, we will do so side by side in battle. That's how we always wanted to end, remember?"
Harvestclaw heard the truth in her sister's voice. She knew her glowing sibling was right. "Only if you're certain..."
"I am."
Harvestclaw gazed into Rivervine's bright green eyes and saw determination glittering there. "Alright," she agreed. "Let's do this."
Rivervine got to her feet, staring fearlessly back into Harvestclaw's amber eyes. They both knew what would happen. They both knew they would never see their Clan again. But they would not go down without putting up a fight.

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-Fyra

[Fae]

Altair and Hala
....Hmmm Story?

[bonegrindr]

xx

Pepper-----------------------------------Hades

;A; <3<3<3

[Solfeggio]

I've been waiting for forever for Compumon's jester pup to grow; he fueled my muse for story. c:

Jackal (M) + Jubilee (F)

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long-haired band

I loved it here. I couldn't see why he didn't.

The circus was a beautiful place for me. The dazzling lights, the colorful costumes, the extremely talented workers -- and that didn't exclude him. I was trained from a young age to be an acrobatic dog -- learning tricks and performing them to the sound of a million oohs and aahs became, and was, my entire life. I loved to have all eyes on me when I set the rockets off, and tumbling through the air as they burst in sprays of light around me. The feeling was exhilarating.

I remember he was brought into the grounds one day, strange as he seemed and strange as he was. None of us knew why he was colored like that, why he had such strange ears, and why his tail seemed like a living thing on its own. He was his own special feature -- the one and only 'Freak Of Nature' feature of the circus. His arrival brought droves of people to the tents, armed with their purses and gold coins, hungry at the chance to merely see him. I suppose I should have been jealous -- I worked hard, day and night, to perfect my tricks; all he had to do was sit on his stand, in a cage, and he brought in droves of cash.

I couldn't understand why he cried every night.

Finally, I had had enough. Getting up from my spot, I trotted over to where his cage was. Dodging the chains around his area, I peered up at him through the thick metal bars that separated us. For a while, we both sat there -- me on the dusty ground, watching the tears roll down his yellow-and-purple muzzle; him on his pedestal, his eyes closed and ignoring me.

"Why are you crying? You're famous," I said to him.

He looked back at me, through tear-strained eyes. "Please. This is the only time I can cry," he said, and turned away.

In that moment, I no longer loved it here. And I understood why he would never.

Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game,
You will forget my name
And I won't be here in another year...

[{Mᴇᴍᴏʀʏ S ᴛ ᴀ ʀ.}]

I've been waiting for forever for Compumon's jester pup to grow; he fueled my muse for story. c:

Jackal (M) + Jubilee (F)

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long-haired band

I loved it here. I couldn't see why he didn't.

The circus was a beautiful place for me. The dazzling lights, the colorful costumes, the extremely talented workers -- and that didn't exclude him. I was trained from a young age to be an acrobatic dog -- learning tricks and performing them to the sound of a million oohs and aahs became, and was, my entire life. I loved to have all eyes on me when I set the rockets off, and tumbling through the air as they burst in sprays of light around me. The feeling was exhilarating.

I remember he was brought into the grounds one day, strange as he seemed and strange as he was. None of us knew why he was colored like that, why he had such strange ears, and why his tail seemed like a living thing on its own. He was his own special feature -- the one and only 'Freak Of Nature' feature of the circus. His arrival brought droves of people to the tents, armed with their purses and gold coins, hungry at the chance to merely see him. I suppose I should have been jealous -- I worked hard, day and night, to perfect my tricks; all he had to do was sit on his stand, in a cage, and he brought in droves of cash.

I couldn't understand why he cried every night.

Finally, I had had enough. Getting up from my spot, I trotted over to where his cage was. Dodging the chains around his area, I peered up at him through the thick metal bars that separated us. For a while, we both sat there -- me on the dusty ground, watching the tears roll down his yellow-and-purple muzzle; him on his pedestal, his eyes closed and ignoring me.

"Why are you crying? You're famous," I said to him.

He looked back at me, through tear-strained eyes. "Please. This is the only time I can cry," he said, and turned away.

In that moment, I no longer loved it here. And I understood why he would never.

Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game,
You will forget my name
And I won't be here in another year...

; u ;
So sad, yet so wonderful ♥

[~Fallen Angel~]

the guitaristxxxthe bass player

It was the assessment day at school. Another new school, in a new city, in a new country. And he wouldn't stop looking at me. Every time I looked up, our eyes met. Out in the hall, waiting for our next assessment. In the classrooms, while taking a short break from the endless questions. Outside, soaking up the sun.
And the weird thing? I actually kind of liked it.

xxx

It had been a few weeks since the assessment day and school had just started. I brought my binders, my pencil case, my new planner to every class. As I tried to remember my combination at lunchtime, I saw him again.
Matt, I'd learned his name was. Short for Mattheus. He wasn't looking at me this time, he was with friends. Julian, definitely the most attractive guy in the grade. Jordi, the soccer pro. Markus, the Asian genius with guitar skills out of this world.
I finally managed to unlock my locker and I shoved my stuff inside, grateful for my new friend Genevieve giving a running commentary of what was going on. Maybe in this school I wouldn't be the outcast, the loser, the weirdo.
But I certainly wouldn't be one of the "popular" girls.
The ones guys like Matt and Jordi always went for in the movies.

It was a few days before I talked to him. My timetable changed and I was put in the same German class as him. On that one day he and another guy, Effron, were sitting in front of me. As the teacher explained about the point system- "You will get a point every lesson if you have all your materials. Today, you get the point just for being here", I raised my hand. He called on me.
"I was here yesterday too, so do I get two points?" I asked innocently.
Chuckles rippled through the class and I was surprised. I hadn't meant it as a joke.
The lesson continued, reviewing everything I'd already gone through yesterday, and finally it ended. As I left the class I could feel Matt's eyes on my back, watching me.
And even though I was already starting to like Jordi, I still didn't feel awkward.

I was in my German lesson and Matt was sitting a table across the aisle. We were talking, laughing. I spotted his ID card and slipped it from his desk, looking at it and giggling. "What?" he demanded, a grin plastered on his face. "What's wrong with it? Come on, let's see yours!"
Hesitantly, I passed him my ID card. He looked at it and I looked away, already blushing as I waited for a jibe or insult. Instead...
"Wow, you're beautiful."
The compliment caught me off-guard and I looked at him. He was still looking at the picture on the card. "Uh... Thanks," I said, slipping it from his grasp. Both my friends, Toni and Genevieve, liked Matt and I didn't want to upset them. I slipped the card back into my pencil case and resumed the lesson.

***

We were in the mountains of Austria on the fall trip and it was bitterly cold. I pulled my too-small hat down farther on my had and huddled in my jacket, shivering. We were on our way to the beginning of the hike and already I was cold.
Behind me, I heard a movement. "Hey, can I borrow your hat?" said Matt, taking it off my head. My hand was already rising and I caught him tightly by the wrist, then turned, twisted it and placed my hand on his chest to keep him at bay, all in one fluid motion. I grinned at his startled expression. "No. It's mine. Get your own," I said as I pulled it from his grasp. I hadn't fully realised what I had just done until I had pulled my hat back down on my head. I turned around.
"Haha Matt, you failed!" I laughed. I glanced at Jordi and Constantin, walking to either side of him. All three had amazed expressions on their faces, and a hint of a smile was creeping up Matt's face. I turned back to the front and resumed my conversation with Toni.

Should I continue? This is all true, every last tiny detail. ^_^ I personally am pretty pleased with it. (Although it's far from up to date )

[lkjhgfdsamnbvcxz]

I've been waiting for forever for Compumon's jester pup to grow; he fueled my muse for story. c:

Jackal (M) + Jubilee (F)

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long-haired band

I loved it here. I couldn't see why he didn't.

The circus was a beautiful place for me. The dazzling lights, the colorful costumes, the extremely talented workers -- and that didn't exclude him. I was trained from a young age to be an acrobatic dog -- learning tricks and performing them to the sound of a million oohs and aahs became, and was, my entire life. I loved to have all eyes on me when I set the rockets off, and tumbling through the air as they burst in sprays of light around me. The feeling was exhilarating.

I remember he was brought into the grounds one day, strange as he seemed and strange as he was. None of us knew why he was colored like that, why he had such strange ears, and why his tail seemed like a living thing on its own. He was his own special feature -- the one and only 'Freak Of Nature' feature of the circus. His arrival brought droves of people to the tents, armed with their purses and gold coins, hungry at the chance to merely see him. I suppose I should have been jealous -- I worked hard, day and night, to perfect my tricks; all he had to do was sit on his stand, in a cage, and he brought in droves of cash.

I couldn't understand why he cried every night.

Finally, I had had enough. Getting up from my spot, I trotted over to where his cage was. Dodging the chains around his area, I peered up at him through the thick metal bars that separated us. For a while, we both sat there -- me on the dusty ground, watching the tears roll down his yellow-and-purple muzzle; him on his pedestal, his eyes closed and ignoring me.

"Why are you crying? You're famous," I said to him.

He looked back at me, through tear-strained eyes. "Please. This is the only time I can cry," he said, and turned away.

In that moment, I no longer loved it here. And I understood why he would never.

Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game,
You will forget my name
And I won't be here in another year...

That's beautiful. <3

[lilshocker8]

the guitaristxxxthe bass player

It was the assessment day at school. Another new school, in a new city, in a new country. And he wouldn't stop looking at me. Every time I looked up, our eyes met. Out in the hall, waiting for our next assessment. In the classrooms, while taking a short break from the endless questions. Outside, soaking up the sun.
And the weird thing? I actually kind of liked it.

xxx

It had been a few weeks since the assessment day and school had just started. I brought my binders, my pencil case, my new planner to every class. As I tried to remember my combination at lunchtime, I saw him again.
Matt, I'd learned his name was. Short for Mattheus. He wasn't looking at me this time, he was with friends. Julian, definitely the most attractive guy in the grade. Jordi, the soccer pro. Markus, the Asian genius with guitar skills out of this world.
I finally managed to unlock my locker and I shoved my stuff inside, grateful for my new friend Genevieve giving a running commentary of what was going on. Maybe in this school I wouldn't be the outcast, the loser, the weirdo.
But I certainly wouldn't be one of the "popular" girls.
The ones guys like Matt and Jordi always went for in the movies.

It was a few days before I talked to him. My timetable changed and I was put in the same German class as him. On that one day he and another guy, Effron, were sitting in front of me. As the teacher explained about the point system- "You will get a point every lesson if you have all your materials. Today, you get the point just for being here", I raised my hand. He called on me.
"I was here yesterday too, so do I get two points?" I asked innocently.
Chuckles rippled through the class and I was surprised. I hadn't meant it as a joke.
The lesson continued, reviewing everything I'd already gone through yesterday, and finally it ended. As I left the class I could feel Matt's eyes on my back, watching me.
And even though I was already starting to like Jordi, I still didn't feel awkward.

I was in my German lesson and Matt was sitting a table across the aisle. We were talking, laughing. I spotted his ID card and slipped it from his desk, looking at it and giggling. "What?" he demanded, a grin plastered on his face. "What's wrong with it? Come on, let's see yours!"
Hesitantly, I passed him my ID card. He looked at it and I looked away, already blushing as I waited for a jibe or insult. Instead...
"Wow, you're beautiful."
The compliment caught me off-guard and I looked at him. He was still looking at the picture on the card. "Uh... Thanks," I said, slipping it from his grasp. Both my friends, Toni and Genevieve, liked Matt and I didn't want to upset them. I slipped the card back into my pencil case and resumed the lesson.

***

We were in the mountains of Austria on the fall trip and it was bitterly cold. I pulled my too-small hat down farther on my had and huddled in my jacket, shivering. We were on our way to the beginning of the hike and already I was cold.
Behind me, I heard a movement. "Hey, can I borrow your hat?" said Matt, taking it off my head. My hand was already rising and I caught him tightly by the wrist, then turned, twisted it and placed my hand on his chest to keep him at bay, all in one fluid motion. I grinned at his startled expression. "No. It's mine. Get your own," I said as I pulled it from his grasp. I hadn't fully realised what I had just done until I had pulled my hat back down on my head. I turned around.
"Haha Matt, you failed!" I laughed. I glanced at Jordi and Constantin, walking to either side of him. All three had amazed expressions on their faces, and a hint of a smile was creeping up Matt's face. I turned back to the front and resumed my conversation with Toni.

Should I continue? This is all true, every last tiny detail. ^_^ I personally am pretty pleased with it. (Although it's far from up to date )

Yes please! This is adorable

[Nikki Amaranti]

Here are a pair of my CS Pet Pairs. XD
I don't really have a story for them yet; since I've been too busy to write one.

Anyway..... here they are! :3

Kamui Gakupo________________________Angel of Prayers




The Young daemon________________________His impish sister

[~*Fyra*~]

Sin, the Bad Boy~*~Corazon, the Perfect One

I take a deep breath, listening to the audience of cheering parents over the frantic pounding of my heart. I am nervous; this is not like the other things. I have been in countless events. But I have never graduated. This is something completely new.
All too soon, I hear my name being called. I walk onto the stage, applause greeting me. My eyes search the crowd, but I do not see him.
I accept the diploma, shake the principle's paw, and smile at the many cameras and recorders that capture my every action. As I walk from the platform, I scan the audience once more, hoping to spot his tail waving in the air as he rushes toward me. But I don't. He isn't here.
He promised to come... why didn't he?

All I can think about is her. She was graduating today, right now. I would never graduate, but I told her I would be there. I promised.
And yet, I am here, in this dark and lonely alleyway, instead of there, with her. I never should have agreed to come here. I realize that now. But it is too late. As much as I wish I could, I can't make edits to my past. If I could, there are more than enough changes I would make.
She is not one of them. I will never regret all that time spent with her. My only regret is that I cannot be with her. Not now. Not ever again.
I wish I had given it to her sooner. I saved for months, just to buy that diamond. And now I will never be able to ask the question, to see her blue eyes sparkle one last time.
Why did I have to be the bad boy? Why couldn't I have been perfect, like she was?

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-Fyra