Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Slushie~♫]

Will (M) and Eliane (F)

It seems to me... that I will never have anyone pretty. Because here's the truth, if you wanna hear it....... only the handsome ones, get the beautiful.....

Just a little thing I thought of. I know I haven't written any stories in a while, been busy with other things ^^

Normally, I don't really care about pairings in general...but those dogs look magnificent together.
I can actually see it as 2nd gen litter...also, it doesn't hurt by the way you dressed them. <3 ~♥

Especially the staff pup, the dress matches with body along with the hair. However, I do wish that the blue in the coat was more darker for 'Will', but otherwsise I like his design too. :3

[vee.]

Blaire + Shen

The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

It's been a long year. Unfathomably long. It wasn't always just me; we started as a group of seven. But they all died. So did the rest of the world, I suppose. Once those horrid creatures started to show up, the rest of us died off. We weren't quick enough. Everyone ignored it at first, thinking it couldn't possibly happen to them. But it did.

And now it's just me on my own, lying here with my back against this tree, in this tropical wasteland. The birds do not sing, the animals do not call to each other, it is all deathly silent. Every living creature is afraid, they all hide among the foliage as I do. It won't be long for me now, though, I suppose; I'll probably starve to death before any of them can get me.

Or maybe not.

A twig snaps behind me. I don't bother to turn around-- whatever it is, it knows I'm here. There's no use running.

It's a man. He walks around from my left side, making a wide arc, coming to stand in front of me. He's tall, with a dark brown ponytail and deeply tanned skin. Strange pale eyes though, and white tattoos on his face and body, the mark of the monsters. An olive green bag hangs from his shoulder, and a very old, very worn out pair of khaki pants hangs from his waist. No shoes. None of them have shoes.

"Just kill me you filthy beast," I grumble, looking him straight in the eyes. "Make it quick."

But he stares at me, and shakes his head. "I'm not one of them," he says in a deep voice.

I snort. "You guys are getting pretty clever. I suppose it would be boring to just murder everything I saw, I bet it's much more enjoyable for you to play with all your victims first."

"I'm not one of them," he says again, insistently. He turns his head around, and pulls his hair off the back of his neck, away from his ears. "See?"

I peer closer, trying to find the jagged neckbones, the mishapen ears. But they're simply not there, and I don't think that's something they could fake. Unless they're evolving, and resorting to plastic surgery as master trickery. Or maybe he's half monster, half human? This is a tricky case.

"I'm Shen." He turns his head back to look at me, and puts his hands back down at his sides. "I'm from New Mexico. Cherokee Indian."

Figuring there's nothing to lose, I decide to play along with his game. It's not like I could fight him off anyway. "Blaire," I reply. "From Minnesota. European."

"Well Blaire from Minnesota... you must be hungry. I'll get you some of my--"

"I'm not eating a single scrap of food from you, even if it was an entire Thanksgiving meal."

He raises an eyebrow, and a curious look arises in his face. "Really? You wanted to die ten seconds ago."

I lift my head to look at him properly. "We all want to die," I tell him solemnly.

Shen sets his mouth in a thin line, seriousness snapping back into place. "Understood," he murmurs, catching my unspoken thought. He looks around, and takes a few steps back, dropping his bag against another tree. "Well, this looks as good a place as any to spend the night, if you don't mind..?"

At first, I open my mouth to protest... but instead I let out a deep breath. "Do what you will," I grumble. "Maybe I'll be lucky enough to wake up dead tomorrow."

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To be continued

(Sort of a rough start, but I'm excited for this story(: I'll try to write a second section tomorrow after my Christmas party♥)

[sabbetin]

Yolanda & James

She's so beautiful. I can't really understand how did she pick me as her partner. I don't deserve such a beautiful thing. I feel like I've become blind as this love blossoms.
He's the most handsome man in the world. I know it. And as I'm carrying our daughter, she will be fabulous. But I still feel guilty. I don't deserve this. Not in the real world.
I don't know what's going on. But it doesn't matter. I'm walking in mist, everything feels meaningless.. Except our love and what it might bring. I didn't know love can feel like this. Gentle and soft, like I'm falling asleep.
He doesn't know. He's my first love. Nobody ever wanted me before; I'm not a classic beauty and half of the people are scared of maybe because of my powers and what I've done in the past. But I'm done with that part of myself; this was the last thing I could do.
I feel like I've forgotten something important. Sometimes I don't remember it and sometimes the feeling suddenly pops into my head. And the feeling is so strong.
He is starting to remember. I try to cast the spell again and again, but he is starting to resist it. The memory of her previous wife and children is so strong! Love is so strong. My love and the spell together just should be stronger.
Our daughter has born. I remember having felt something strong... but it feels less important now. Having a daughter is something words can't explain. It's like a signet.
Lucy's birth was a signet to my spell. I won't have to struggle so hard anymore, but I still need to keep it up. I just wish he would really love me. I could release him and see... but for Lucy's sake, I can't do it. I summoned the most georgeous man for me, wiped his memory and made him mine. I know it's wrong, but Lucy needs a dad. It's too late now.


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I'm sorry if there's grammar mistakes but I'd like to know what do you guys think :>

[lilshocker8]

Will (M) and Eliane (F)

It seems to me... that I will never have anyone pretty. Because here's the truth, if you wanna hear it....... only the handsome ones, get the beautiful.....

Just a little thing I thought of. I know I haven't written any stories in a while, been busy with other things ^^

These two are adorable together <3

[growl.lingo]

Yolanda & James

She's so beautiful. I can't really understand how did she pick me as her partner. I don't deserve such a beautiful thing. I feel like I've become blind as this love blossoms.
He's the most handsome man in the world. I know it. And as I'm carrying our daughter, she will be fabulous. But I still feel guilty. I don't deserve this. Not in the real world.
I don't know what's going on. But it doesn't matter. I'm walking in mist, everything feels meaningless.. Except our love and what it might bring. I didn't know love can feel like this. Gentle and soft, like I'm falling asleep.
He doesn't know. He's my first love. Nobody ever wanted me before; I'm not a classic beauty and half of the people are scared of maybe because of my powers and what I've done in the past. But I'm done with that part of myself; this was the last thing I could do.
I feel like I've forgotten something important. Sometimes I don't remember it and sometimes the feeling suddenly pops into my head. And the feeling is so strong.
He is starting to remember. I try to cast the spell again and again, but he is starting to resist it. The memory of her previous wife and children is so strong! Love is so strong. My love and the spell together just should be stronger.
Our daughter has born. I remember having felt something strong... but it feels less important now. Having a daughter is something words can't explain. It's like a signet.
Lucy's birth was a signet to my spell. I won't have to struggle so hard anymore, but I still need to keep it up. I just wish he would really love me. I could release him and see... but for Lucy's sake, I can't do it. I summoned the most georgeous man for me, wiped his memory and made him mine. I know it's wrong, but Lucy needs a dad. It's too late now.


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I'm sorry if there's grammar mistakes but I'd like to know what do you guys think :>

tis betiful you shoul write more ^^

[twilight sparkle]

{The letter in quotes below was actually sent to me by my best friend Kayla before she died. The only thing I editted was changing my name to 'Mione.}

Kayla ~ 'Mione

"Dear 'Mione,
I got your email.
I miss you and your family.
I hope to see you soon.
I hope to here from you.
Moove the papir in the light.
Love, Kayla."

I clasped the paper in my paws, the light shimmering off the multi-colored words. How many years had it been? I waved away the thought. It didn't matter. She was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it, nothing at all.

It turns out f r e e d o m ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time...

I was grown up now. A long ways off from second grade. A long ways off from when she had died in December. December 31st to be exact. I had to be strong. I needed to keep my head up. The past wasn't supposed to do this to you, it wasn't supposed to swallow you whole. Tears leaked from my eyes and I supressed a sob. No. No. No.

Goodbye, sunshine...
Take care of yourself...
I have to go...
I have to go...
I have to go...
And l e a v e you alone...

Setting down the paper I put my head in my hands and cried, tears streaing down my face, falling on to my jacket. I couldn't keep them in. Not at all, not at all. She was gone. Kayla was gone. She had been gone for a while now. She wasn't coming back. She wasn't coming back.

And I need you...
And I miss you...
And now I wonder...
If I could f a l l ,
Into the sky,
Do you think time,
Would p a s s me by?
'Cause you know I'd walk a t h o u s a n d miles
If I could just see you...
Tonight.

I picked up the letter and read it again, with blurry vision. It didn't tak long for me to notice the words on the stationary, ones that had been printed as a design. "Miracles happen every day!" No miracle was granted to Kayla. No. She had to die. She didn't get a second chance to live. She didn't get a magical cure.

You with the sad eyes,
Don't be discouraged,
Oh I realize,
It's hard to take c o u r a g e ...

Kayla. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hugs. I missed it all. I missed her. She was my best friend, everyone's best friend, the nicest person I ever knew. And yet she was gone, like a flower, buired under the ground. She was gone. Her smile. Her raidince, they were gone.

Still alive but I'm b a r e l y breathing
Just praying to a God
That I don't believe in.

I turned my head upwards. Kayla was an angel, she had to be. I stared up at the ceiling and left a silent message to her.

Kayla,
If you hear me,
I just want to let you know,
That I'm standing here,
Missing you,
Your smile,
Your laugh.
All the times that we had,
All the time that has come to pass.
And I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.
I'm missing you at last.

I wiped my tears away and folded back up the letter. It had been years since I had gotten that thing out. Years since I had cried so hard over her. 'Oh Kayla,' I thought, 'I missed you so much.'

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[Ebonpyre]

Can we please take this hour and talk about me?
And my hatred for corporate magazines
You know they don't speak to me
The irony is they won't speak with me

I placed you on a window sill
Cut notches up and down the door
My surprise I woke up one morning
In bed in your place lay a note

It read, "Baby, Your love, it just ain't good enough.
I found sunlight 6 hours away.
You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
Somewhere far from your shade."

[~Fallen Angel~]

{The letter in quotes below was actually sent to me by my best friend Kayla before she died. The only thing I editted was changing my name to 'Mione.}

Kayla ~ 'Mione

"Dear 'Mione,
I got your email.
I miss you and your family.
I hope to see you soon.
I hope to here from you.
Moove the papir in the light.
Love, Kayla."

I clasped the paper in my paws, the light shimmering off the multi-colored words. How many years had it been? I waved away the thought. It didn't matter. She was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it, nothing at all.

It turns out f r e e d o m ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time...

I was grown up now. A long ways off from second grade. A long ways off from when she had died in December. December 31st to be exact. I had to be strong. I needed to keep my head up. The past wasn't supposed to do this to you, it wasn't supposed to swallow you whole. Tears leaked from my eyes and I supressed a sob. No. No. No.

Goodbye, sunshine...
Take care of yourself...
I have to go...
I have to go...
I have to go...
And l e a v e you alone...

Setting down the paper I put my head in my hands and cried, tears streaing down my face, falling on to my jacket. I couldn't keep them in. Not at all, not at all. She was gone. Kayla was gone. She had been gone for a while now. She wasn't coming back. She wasn't coming back.

And I need you...
And I miss you...
And now I wonder...
If I could f a l l ,
Into the sky,
Do you think time,
Would p a s s me by?
'Cause you know I'd walk a t h o u s a n d miles
If I could just see you...
Tonight.

I picked up the letter and read it again, with blurry vision. It didn't tak long for me to notice the words on the stationary, ones that had been printed as a design. "Miracles happen every day!" No miracle was granted to Kayla. No. She had to die. She didn't get a second chance to live. She didn't get a magical cure.

You with the sad eyes,
Don't be discouraged,
Oh I realize,
It's hard to take c o u r a g e ...

Kayla. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hugs. I missed it all. I missed her. She was my best friend, everyone's best friend, the nicest person I ever knew. And yet she was gone, like a flower, buired under the ground. She was gone. Her smile. Her raidince, they were gone.

Still alive but I'm b a r e l y breathing
Just praying to a God
That I don't believe in.

I turned my head upwards. Kayla was an angel, she had to be. I stared up at the ceiling and left a silent message to her.

Kayla,
If you hear me,
I just want to let you know,
That I'm standing here,
Missing you,
Your smile,
Your laugh.
All the times that we had,
All the time that has come to pass.
And I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.
I'm missing you at last.

I wiped my tears away and folded back up the letter. It had been years since I had gotten that thing out. Years since I had cried so hard over her. 'Oh Kayla,' I thought, 'I missed you so much.'

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Oh, god. I'm so sorry </3 I know all of those songs except the last one, and playing their tune in my head actually made me cry while reading this.

[twilight sparkle]

-Editted for space-

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Oh, god. I'm so sorry </3 I know all of those songs except the last one, and playing their tune in my head actually made me cry while reading this.

Thanks, the last one was a poem I came up with on a whim, I'm not to pleased with it, to tell the truth. Thanks.

[Parachutes]

{The letter in quotes below was actually sent to me by my best friend Kayla before she died. The only thing I editted was changing my name to 'Mione.}

Kayla ~ 'Mione

"Dear 'Mione,
I got your email.
I miss you and your family.
I hope to see you soon.
I hope to here from you.
Moove the papir in the light.
Love, Kayla."

I clasped the paper in my paws, the light shimmering off the multi-colored words. How many years had it been? I waved away the thought. It didn't matter. She was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it, nothing at all.

It turns out f r e e d o m ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time...

I was grown up now. A long ways off from second grade. A long ways off from when she had died in December. December 31st to be exact. I had to be strong. I needed to keep my head up. The past wasn't supposed to do this to you, it wasn't supposed to swallow you whole. Tears leaked from my eyes and I supressed a sob. No. No. No.

Goodbye, sunshine...
Take care of yourself...
I have to go...
I have to go...
I have to go...
And l e a v e you alone...

Setting down the paper I put my head in my hands and cried, tears streaing down my face, falling on to my jacket. I couldn't keep them in. Not at all, not at all. She was gone. Kayla was gone. She had been gone for a while now. She wasn't coming back. She wasn't coming back.

And I need you...
And I miss you...
And now I wonder...
If I could f a l l ,
Into the sky,
Do you think time,
Would p a s s me by?
'Cause you know I'd walk a t h o u s a n d miles
If I could just see you...
Tonight.

I picked up the letter and read it again, with blurry vision. It didn't tak long for me to notice the words on the stationary, ones that had been printed as a design. "Miracles happen every day!" No miracle was granted to Kayla. No. She had to die. She didn't get a second chance to live. She didn't get a magical cure.

You with the sad eyes,
Don't be discouraged,
Oh I realize,
It's hard to take c o u r a g e ...

Kayla. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hugs. I missed it all. I missed her. She was my best friend, everyone's best friend, the nicest person I ever knew. And yet she was gone, like a flower, buired under the ground. She was gone. Her smile. Her raidince, they were gone.

Still alive but I'm b a r e l y breathing
Just praying to a God
That I don't believe in.

I turned my head upwards. Kayla was an angel, she had to be. I stared up at the ceiling and left a silent message to her.

Kayla,
If you hear me,
I just want to let you know,
That I'm standing here,
Missing you,
Your smile,
Your laugh.
All the times that we had,
All the time that has come to pass.
And I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.
And I'm missing you.
I'm missing you at last.

I wiped my tears away and folded back up the letter. It had been years since I had gotten that thing out. Years since I had cried so hard over her. 'Oh Kayla,' I thought, 'I missed you so much.'

{Comments/Critque? Thanks for reading.}

This is so tragic. II love how you made this into a story but it's so sad. I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. May her soul be blessed.