Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[iPawki]

Guyyys, ya'll are acting like you didn't read what Selcouth wrote a few pages back.
You should write a story, even if people tell you to or not, to sum it up. <3 In a much less inspiring way...
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Soldier #22 --- Queen of Spades --- Soldier #456

I love this >:D Other than the fact that I'm a big fan of OneRepublic, your writing is amazing and the story's quite clever. Really wonderful~ <3

@Xrae: I'd love to read more :3

[Simpleprincess]

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Cheer .............. and
Dry your
D
a
m
p
Eyes
And tell me when it
,,,,,, a ,,,,,,,n,,,,,
R ........ i .....s
I'll Blend
that Rainbow
ABoVE you
And Shoot
it Though
your {veins}




x3 just had to post it when I got the idea.
(c)Owl City "Rainbow Veins"

So cute!

[average]

The little girl blinked at tapped on the smooth, oval shell with her plastic wand.
Come out, come out wherever you are..

Item fail. D|

@whiteouthorizon + Giggle: Thank you! <33

[swellows]

up
Cheer .............. and
Dry your
D
a
m
p
Eyes
And tell me when it
,,,,,, a ,,,,,,,n,,,,,
R ........ i .....s
I'll Blend
that Rainbow
ABoVE you
And Shoot
it Though
your {veins}




x3 just had to post it when I got the idea.
(c)Owl City "Rainbow Veins"

So cute!

Hehe, thanks c:

[wibeke]

Rapunzel & Eugene

We're waiting for the l i g h t to come ~

Best movie ever. =)
And yes, that is the best pet I could find for the lizard, shut up. D=<

[s y n]

Soulflayn {♀} ----- ┼ ----- Artemis {♂}


βeckoning forth a new arrival, came the day that I felt, for once in my life, unsecure. Why was this? I didn't know. Nor did I have any probable ideas as to why. I was a monster who lusted for the kill, and this had never uprooted my confidence. A cat of unordinaries. Sure, the normal cats went out hunting; But they did not hunt for what I did. I was a huge cat, probably the size of a full-grown bear, and I hunted for some of the things they did, but only when I was desperate. I much preferred to hunt human, and I must admit, I was a cannibal. How had this never bugged me? I had no soul, no conscious. I had lived for, I believe, five thousand years. In those times, I have developed skills unlike no other. That's why, as I spotted a silver scar-strattled cat whom looked like the scene of a battleground, I thought he'd be an easy target. Until the pang of - Of empathy? - intruded amongst my hunting instincts. He was abnormally large, probably only a few centimetres shorter than I. He had the most amazing golden eyes that my own charred crimson could not behold in tranquility.

I could tell he had had a tough past. Being a vampire amongst wild cats, my instincts for that were very strong. I guessed, and I was probably very close to the real answer, that his father had been abusive, his mother frail and unable to stop her once sweet and caring mate. His brothers and sisters - I sensed that he had maybe two or three of each - had singled him out, and he'd been forced into solitude. He had no companions, and he never had. Underneath the fresh and old scars, he was very attractive. He looked like a handsome prince I had met three thousand years ago. Of course, I had killed that prince after a few dates. This brute struck sympathy into my heart; A thing that hadn't, for as long as I care to really recall clearly, been present in that cold un-beating organ.

His eyes turned to me. I had been spotted. My muscles tensed for the kill rush, my well-muscled legs ready to spring for the pounce. But, after waiting a second or two, that kill rush did not come. I hadn't moved. His gaze, the mere golden glint in his eyes bore deep into my soulless self-essence, captivating me in it's gravitational pull. It was a meeting unlike any other I had experienced in my long lifetime.

“Do you wish to harm me?” To my surprise, this warrior had such a gentle, charming voice. I believed that the warrior status was brought on by force. Perhaps his father had pushed him to train to declare war and win? I honestly didn't know what to reply. Yes, I had essentially planned to, but I didn't wish to. Obviously, because I had stopped. This legendary warrior knew this, I supposed, but asked just for good measure.

I decided I'd be truthful. He stared into my eyes, the eternal fiery hell raging in them boring deep into him. He shuddered. “Essentially, I had. But now. . . How is it that you are such a legendary warrior, yet you seem so gentle?”

He smirked. “I am not gentle. Not in the least. You have not seen such a powerful beast such as I.” he replied certainly. Ah, if only he knew what I truly was. I'd seen beasts worse than him, the worst beast of all being myself. Silly, clueless boy. He was cocky, I could sense. I sort of liked that in a guy, since I was, too. I guess I had developed it from winning every war and every fight since I had been changed into the monster I am now. He had won all of his, too, though mine had been much harder and much, much more in quantity.

“If you were to compare yourself to me, you would not find the justice to call yourself a beast. For I, demonic little devil myself, am the most horrendous beast you will ever see in your lifetime. If I were to tell you who I was, I would have to kill you. And that would be as easy as plucking a petal from a fragile flower. Trust me.” I knew that he thought I was attractive. In many ways, I was stunningly gorgeous. But I was lethal, terrible. And I knew that my eyes intrigued him, as well as irked him, for he had never believed in any of those odd legends.


((If anyone wants more, I'll continue ^,^ If I get three or more votes to continue, I will :3))

[lululizzy23]

Now, they lack the items in their story just due to the fact that I am trying to save my C$ for other things rather than items. Just imagine Speak with a fedora and Vula with a raincoat. ;D

xxx
Speak [m] xx Vula [f]

i'm h o t . h o t . h o t
but the rain is pouring
please come away~

"Excuse me, can I borrow your hat?" A fair young lady asked, clutching her jacket around her neck. The man turned, holding his blue umbrella close to his head. His expression was weak, miserable because of the droplets of rain falling from the sky. The woman rushed forwards, her shoes tapping upon the tar ground of the walkway for the circular garden. The male half-smiled and pulled his black fedora from his head and handed it out to the girl. She reached out for the accessory and threw it on her head.

"Thanks," the woman said, blushing. "I'm Vula." Vula put out her hand to the boy. He took her dainty palm and shook it gingerly, scared of injuring her in even the slightest way.

"Speak." He scooted the small umbrella over more so it was covering the girl. She blushed again. "You don't like rain?" Vula moaned.

"Heeeeeck no, I don't know why Gaia would make this crap. It just piddles out of the sky like sap dripping from a tree. Sticky, gross water. I'll stay with my spring water, thank you." The girl moaned. Speak laughed at her response and looked up at the sky from under the protection from the umbrella.

"I like it. It's refreshing."

"Pfft." Speak laughed again.

"Where you coming from, Vula?" He looked at her, charming the girl with his yellow eyes. Again her cheeks turned a light pink hue. He was a handsome boy, always standing outside in the rain.

"Work. Early morning shifts, they're terrible, but I can't work any other times," she sighed. "Oh~!" Vula snatched her vibrating cell phone from the side purse hanging upon her shoulder and flipped it open. "My friend's calling, I gotta take this, do you mi-?" Speak cut her off with a shake of his head. "Thanks." She paced away from him, holding the phone up to her ear.

"Hey--no, I know. Yes, I'm coming, sorry. The one up near the pier? M'kay, good. Bye." She snapped the device shut and waved to Speak. "Hey, I gotta go, I'm s'pose to meet my friend at the coffee shop up in town!" Vula shouted over to him, lying. Speak nodded with a smile and waved back. She turned and began trotting off, but paused mid-stride. "Hey," she spun around running back to Speak. "You got a phone?"

The boy rippled a pen from his jean pocket and scribbled his number on her warm hands.

"Text, call, whatever. Bye Vula." Vula smiled back at him and huffed a friendly 'good-bye' and high-tailed it out of the garden.

"I'd really appreciate it if you text me when you realize that you've got my fedora," Speak chuckled to himself, beginning home with his blue umbrella.

[Aah, this was supposed to be a deep story... :< Continue? :3]

I love it! MORE MORE!

[average]

@Ƨʋяяɛи∂ɛя Ƭσ Ɖɛƨιяɛ: Oh, please do. Very intriguing!~ <3

[Zeee]

Tris (M)

Amy (F)

PART ONE

Butterflies In my stomach

I sigh, grabbing onto the railing and roughly pulling myself up the bus steps. I lead myself down the little aisles of seats, which im gratefull to not have seatbelts. The bus is the one vehicle I cant wear a seatbelt. I shriek with excitment and pull into a window seat. A brown and white girl sits next to me, and I can tell by all the filled seats she has to sit with me. I tap her on the shoulder, making her purple bag fall. She frowns and picks it up quickly, stashing pens and pencils and books back inside. I even see a container of lipstick; why do girls need lipstick, anyways? I apologize, as I might as well make conversation while in this hot and sticky seat. I stare out the window, and see my buddies pushing and shoving. They all wave happily, still shoving, and I wave back. They walk, of course, or skateboard, and I have to take the bus (sometimes). "Hi, Um, sorry for knocking your bag over." I say, smiling. She grins. "Oh, no problem," I smile harder at this, because now I know she's not mad. "Im Amy." I glance at the other seats and admire her name. Amy..... Nice name. "Hi, Amy," I say, removing my hand from the sticky surface of the rubber seats, or whatever bus seats are made out of. I look down under my seat and see gum stuck to the bottom, and swears written in (not washable) marker on the ceiling, the seats, and even on the sides of the outside of the bus. Wow. Some people. "Im Tris." I glance at her joyfully. My hand touches hers and butterflies fill my stomach. I redden, and I even see her redden. I hesitate to take my hand off hers; I like the feeling. I dont know what it is. Maybe... Love? Nah. She's probably a like, cheerleader or something, and Im NOTHING. My nickname is "Not here". Its sad to be called that, but everyone just bumps into me and walks by me like im a ghost; im used to it now. "So, Tris," She says. I look down, now pulling my hand off. "What do you do? Football, hockey, soccer.." She asks. I shrug, digging into my bag. "Nothing." I laugh. She frowns. "Im treated like nothing; a peice of trash. Everyone just walks by me and pushes me like im a ghost. That's why my "nickname" is "Not here"..." I sigh, looking into her eyes. I can tell she feels bad. "Oh. Well, that's no way to live." She smiles. I can TELL she feels bad not just by her eyes, by her tone of voice. "I have no friends." I add, frowning sadly. She pats me. "Well, I think your pretty cool. Ill be your friend," She smiles. I smile back, thanking her. "by the way; im a cheerleader. But not one of those snotty ones." I knew she couldnt be mean. She puts her hand on mine (on purpose :o).
Oh man... Here come the butterflies.



((Gotsta' go. Bai.))

[s y n]

@Ƨʋяяɛи∂ɛя Ƭσ Ɖɛƨιяɛ: Oh, please do. Very intriguing!~ <3

I may continue tomorrow ^,^