Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Nanorat]

I hate you!! You're such a bore!!
Peace and love, baby. I still love you. I love everyone.
Ugggh!!!
Goth and hippie. He's driving her nuts with his all-forgetting love, she appears so funny to him.

[ohtheyregone]

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I just died a little.

This was beautiful. C':

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Thank you!
And, thank all of the other kind people who liked this story, too. <3

[Sansa Stark]

Pet's name: ♥♥ Jenny ♥♥
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The Day had Started slowly. I remember waiting in line, with all the senior knights, hearing snickers behind my back, for I was the only female. I shot a glare at one of them, the paticular one that was laughing the hardest and may I say stupidest. I turned back around, determined to keep my mind on the current situation. I would be training a new knight, and help them learn how to fight for our kingdom. Saying I wasn't worried would be a lie, What if they were a jerk? Made fun of me? I was sweating terribly by the time I reached my place in line, and looked the King in the eye.

"Norwood, Jenny. You have been assigned Forlook, Rapheir to train to become a knight." The fat king bellowed. My ears stung at the name, Forlook? Where had I heard the name before? Then I remembered, the famous Golden Knight, Uro Forlook. The one who saved us all from the bandits. This must be his son. Raphier. Hm. I'm sure this'll be interesting.

Pet's name: ♥♥Raphier♥♥
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Rapheir grinned. So he would be trained by the only female knight, eh? He flipped his black hair out of his eyes so he could get a better picture of her. She was moderatley tall, and had black hair and blue eyes, just like him. She didn't look strong, and defainatley not strong enough to be a high ranked knight. He sniggered, this would be interesting.

Very interesting.

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Jenny

I unwillingly got up the next day, feeling the wait of my stress and worries on my back. I put on my usual outfit, silver chestplate, blue cape, bronze sword and of course my worn out boots. Yanking my mangled hair into a ponytail, my thoughts drifted to him again, the boy I would be training. He was undoubtably handsome, nice fetures and such. And if he was anything like his father, he would be strong and brave as well. Perfect. Just Perfect. I looked into the mirror and saw the plain and unsmiling face glare at me, her eyes filled with unhappiness and dread. I let out a small sigh and headed out the door.

Rapheir

I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for the so-call 'skilled knight' who was supposed to train me. What a great knight she was, already an hour late. I shook my long black hair frustartingly to get it out of my eyes, one of the things my father resented about me. I looked up and saw several people staring at me, their eyes filled with awe. I gazed down at myself self consiously. I was wearing flashy gold attire, accompanied by a platinum sword, both which were gifts from my father. I realized why they were straing at me, they must think I'm important. I jerked my head up just in time to see a emotionless and unsmiling girl walking towards me. And with closer inspection, I realized this was the knight that would be training me, Jenny Norwood. I smirked and waved.

Jenny

I felt my steps getting heavier with aggitation as I neared the boy. His smirking met my glare, and I stood before him.

"Norwood, Jenny, I will be training you to become a kinight of Far's Galor." I grunted and unwillingly held out a hand.

"Forlook, Rapheir, But just call me Ralphy." He grinned stupidly and shook my hand with entusiasum. "So Norwood, Jenny..."

"Jenny." I snapped, "Call me Jenny."

His grin widended, " What shsll I be learning today?" He asked in the most annoying voice my ears had ever had the unpleasure to meet.

"To ride a Horse." I said coldly.

"A horse?" He complained, "Can't I slice up some bandits?!"

"No." I repeated, growing impatient, "You are riding a Horse."

I ignored his whines and copmplains as we reached the stable, I yanked the door open and heard it creek as it shut behind us. A small, petite man approched me.

"You Norwood?" He asked, tipping his glasses.

"Yes, I am here with Rapheir-"

"Ralphy!" Rapheir interrupted.

"I am here with ah, Ralphy," I said through clenced teeth. "To train him. Do you by any chance have any horses to spare?"

The man looked in his clipboard and replied, "Crator and Princess are free. There in stalls 2 and 3, here are the keys." He said as he handed them to me.

"Thank you." I bowed and wlked away.

After unlocking Princess and Crator, I took them to the center of the stable, where the horses trot.

"I get Crator right?" Rapheir said pointing to the tall black horse I was guiding.

I laughed, still unsmilling. "No you get Princess." I pointed to the small white horse he was leading, and she sniffed eagarly.

Rapheir let out a groan, "But its...girly."

I ignored the comment, and set the two horses up next to eachother, looking a bit lopsidded. "Alright, just step in the loop of the saddle and climb on." I instructed, doing as I said and gracfully hopping on to Crator.

Rapheir

I looked as Jenny hopped on Crator elegantly, she was defennitley a sight for sore eyes. Shaking my head, I procceded to get on the small horse, Princess. I stepped in the loop as Jenny had instucted, and clumsily flopped on Princess's back. I grinned at Jenny crookedly. She grunted with displesure.

"Alright, now, just tug the reins forword and-" She stopped midsentance.

I felt Princess's body moving violently, as if to buck me off, and held on for my life. "Ahhh!" I yelled as she swung me around in circles. I felt my grip getting loose on Princess's neck and with one final, "No!" from Jenny, My body lifted off the horse and into the air.

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The Devil & Wife
Should I write a story for them?

Cool breeze washes over the silent land. Moss growing on figures that do not move. Silence falls, and all is still. I smirk, only white fangs revealing themselves under my death black robe. Suddenly, the ground shakes, limp, brown leaves shiver on weak branches. In front of me, a gravestone cracks, sending a puff of black smoke. Rising out of the dirt is something that would terrify any bystander. I bow at the feet of the new figure. A low voice came from the creature, surrounded by black fog, not allowing any decent visual of what hides behind, only a feint white hue. "We meet again."

[thebluberry.]

xxx
Feylen(♀)[Faay-lnn]xxxKyler(♂)[Ky-lrr]

Feylen
I looked around my small room and sighed as I slipped into my clothes. Finally, I grabbed my mask and headed out the door towards the main castle. "Well, here goes nothing," I whispered to myself slipping on my mask and walking into the room. I caught several strangers staring at me as I walked in, so I fidgeted uncomfortably. I headed straight for the far corner of the ballroom, not wanting to be here at all, but I had to come, especially as the only girl knight in the kingdom.

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the infiltrator [♂] .&. the accomplice [♂]

"Real love knows not the boundaries of gender."

i've seen love by my door
it's never been this close before
never been so easy or so slow
shooting in the dark too long


"You did it, didn't you?"
He smirked, squinting under the light. "Ehhh!" he made a sound like a buzzer on a game show that indicated somebody was incorrect. "Wrong."
My partner swung out, punching him across the face. "Don't lie to me, punk!"
"Whoa, whoa." I cut in, pushing him away. We always had a sort of good cop, bad cop routine - I'm sure it was easy to tell who was which. "So..." I paused, looking at the clipboard for his name, "Blaine. What do you know about the murders?"
This guy was much happier talking to me. He shrugged, though his range of movement was limited due to his handcuffed hands behind the chair. I gestured at my partner to leave, who hesitated a moment before scowling and obeying the higher rank. Now that he was gone, the guy talked. "All of them worked in the Loyal Nations Bank." he said, looking up at me.
I nodded, my blue eyes dropping to scribble that piece of information down. "Do you know who did it?"
He hesitated, though with his emerald eyes locked on mine. "Yes." he said softly.
"Can you give me a name?" I asked, taking it slow so as not to rile him up.
Blaine shook his head. "Don't know the guy's name. He was a cousin of a..." he hesitated again. "Close friend of mine." he said. "Really close, if you get what I mean."
I blinked. Obviously, I didn't get it. "Close as in...?" I asked, going with my suspicion that this friend was much more than that.
"Yeah." he said, looking away, as if he were almost ashamed. Not quite however. "He did favours for people. Sometimes they were just normal things. But sometimes they were worse." Blaine paused, coughing, a bit of blood splattering the floor. "Sometimes he became a hitman, and my 'friend' was worried about him. Tried to fix him up, get him out of the line of work, but ended up with two broken arms and a cracked jaw."
I nodded, taking it all in. "So this guy wasn't just a drug dealer, but a hitman, too?"
"Yep. Not just that. Sometimes he does heists and robberies and stuff like that."
"Hmm..." I murmured, chewing on the end of my pen thoughtfully. "Where does he normally hang out?"
Blaine thought for a moment. It looked to me as though he was pondering whether or not to rat this guy out. "Wherever he can get clients. Back alleys, abandoned buildings. Places like that. His new hideout is just east of town - An abadoned warehouse. But you need a password to get in." he explained.
"Could you take me to this place?" I ventured carefully. This could ruin it all if he refused. "Maybe go on a spy mission to finally take this guy down."
Blaine grinned after a moment. "Sure. On one condition."

It was that night. I pushed the double-doors to the bar open, peering inside. The guy we had questioned earlier wanted to meet me here. I walked inside, looking around for him. There was a big guy standing by a red velvet rope, arms crossed. I fished in my pocket for the VIP card I had been given, and handed it to the man. He examined it, before handing it back and allowing me through.
Music boomed from the room. It was a good tune, and I found myself oddly enjoying it. Being a full-time cop, I wasn't much of a clubber, especially since I often was a secret agent as well. Very little time. But it was alright in this situation, seeing as I was technically on the job. "Blaine?" I called out, uncertain. People were dancing like crazy, and this didn't look like a great place. People drinking, laughing, dragging away to other rooms. I weaved through the crowd, not paying attention to where I was going, until I smacked face first into somebody.
I was face-to-face with warm green eyes, and I had found myself against a wall. I must've run into Blaine and ended up throwing us both against a wall. He stared at me, a slow grin forming on his face, before he put a hand to my chest and pushed me away, leaving my expression still stunned.
"On the first date? Who do you think I am?" he asked with a smirk, eyebrows raised.
I blinked. "What? A date? This isn't a date. This is business." I said, confused.
"Whatever floats your boat." he said, winking playfully.
I rolled my eyes. "You know, you don't have to make it so extremely obvious."
"Make what so extremely obvious?" he contered, with an overly innocent look.
I scowled. "You know what I mean."
After a moment, he broke into a smile. "Oh the fact that I'm gay? Why not? Be proud of who you are, right?" he said with a shrug. "Not like it's a secret."
"Well, I'm not, and this is not a date." I replied, crossing my arms across my chest.
"For now." Blaine grinned with a low, seductive sort of purr, grabbing me by the arm and leading me into one of the rooms that branched off from here.

The room was painted with a hot pink, though it was dimly lit. It contained a huge loveseat, a flat-screen T.V, a king-sized bed, and a hottub. I glanced at Blaine cautiously, wondering why on earth we were in here. He must've noticed my look, because he broke out in laughter.
"My God, don't worry so much!" he laughed. "Like you said, this is business." he sat down at the dark-coloured oak table off to the side of the room, gesturing to the seat across from him, where I took a seat. "I never caught your name, Mr. Spy."
"Actually it's Mr. Vaire." I said. After a moment of silence, I figured he was looking for a first name. "Jagos." I added.
"Well, Jag, now that we've been properly introduced, we can get down to business." Blaine replied, reaching across the table to shake my hand. He grabbed two of the shot glasses off of the table, then popped open a bottle of alcohol. "Drink?" he asked.
I nodded gingerly as he poured the drinks.

An hour later, we were both drunk and laughing, rambling on about stuff that made no sense. "So then I said, 'You're talking to the horse!'"
Blaine bursted off laughing, hiccuping at the end. "That was an a-amazing story, m-man." he spoke, speech slurred and stuttered. He grabbed the remote, flicking on the T.V. The sports channel was on, and a football game was taking place.
We soon got into the game, boo-ing whenever the team we rooted for didn't do well, and cheering when they did. Finally it was the end of the game, and as the team we liked scored the winning touchdown, we jumped at each other, hugging and laughing and cheering.
When we pulled away from each other, our eyes met. We just stood there, staring for a minute, before he stumbled away, dropping onto the loveseat with a sigh.
I flopped down beside him clumsily, a look of drunken concern on my face. "Wah... What's wrong, buddy?" I asked, my eyes wide and bright.
"N-Nothing." he muttered, shying away from me.
I leaned closer. "Tell me." I insisted.
"No." he mumbled, moving farther away.
I leaned even closer, though this time I leaned too far, and felt myself about to fall. Instinctively, I grabbed him for support, though we both ended up tumbling to the floor like idiots.
He ended up falling on top of me, and once again our eyes locked. Though this time, it seemed like neither of us could look away. He had begun to lean in to me, but I didn't move. The closer he got, the more I wanted him to be closer to me. He was so close now that in just one more move, our lips would touch. He hesitated, as if asking my permission. I shyly let my eyes drift closed as I closed the last little bit of space between us.
The kiss exploded, lighting up all my senses. I was so alert and so awake, so sure of everything that was going on. It was almost as if the sensation had sobered me, though I knew that was impossible. I was living in a beautiful world of happiness, until suddenly, it began to melt away. He had pulled back and was watching me with a look that suggested he had something to say or something to ask me, but he was afraid.
"What?" I asked softly, breaking the silence.
He leaned in again, though this time, it was to whisper in my ear.
My eyes widened slightly at his proposition. He was biting his lip as he pulled back to look at me, asking for an answer. After a moment, I leaned in, answering him with a kiss.

I awoke to a pounding in my head. Grumbling unhappily, I rolled to the side, my eyes closed. I was forced to open them when I hit something, though; I spotted the back of a head, grey fur in a messy but attractive style. I squinted, wondering who on earth it was.
The person rolled over and the moment I saw their face, I leapt from the bed, landing flat on my face on the ground. I heard somebody mumbling, and I stood up, shirtless and in my underwear. I rubbed my head as the person just stared, disbelieving.
"Damn." Blaine muttered, almost in a type of awe. Apparently that was the only thing he could think of.
My eyes wide and my mouth gaping, I took a step back. "What... What happened?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Suddenly it all rushed back to me, and I found myself continuously backing up until the cold wall hit my back, surprising me.
"We got drunk. 'Nough said." he said, sitting up and looking at me. Slowly, his lips curled into a grin. "Guess this was a date then, hmm?"
"No, it wasn't!"
"Geez, take a joke. Look, let's just forget about everything and work out our plan." Blaine said, rolling his eyes and stepping out of the bed.
I couldn't forget. The way I saw him had... Changed. He looked so beautiful standing there, hair messy and tousled, fur glowing with the gold of the sunlight through the window. His emerald eyes sparkling and yet still heavy with sleep, a yawn escaping his lips.
I corrected myself. I was one to accept homosexuality - I wasn't bothered by it or anything, but the thought of actually being associated with it myself just seemed... Wrong. No, he was not attractive. No, those toned abs were not amazing. No, his eyes were not beautiful. No, no, no. I corrected all of my thoughts, trying to push them away. But it was so difficult to look at him the same way now. I was so engorged in my thoughts that I almost missed his grin and his cocky comment as to my staring.
"Like what you see?"
"What?" I asked, caught off guard. After a moment of processing, I shook my head immediately, feeling blood rise to my cheeks. "I just, ah, I, um--"
"Oh just shut up." he said softly, his tone affectionate. "Even though you are cute when you ramble."

[vee.]

verified; Wow, I'm really liking this story! It's very comical, the way you've got it played out(: I'll be looking forward to more!

[Piuma]

I am usually not able to pair my pets, but as I received a trade today with the valentine cat from ´09 and swapped out my spotlight pet, they ended up in the same group. Don´t think I am going to separate them again.
Say hello to Caradox (target dog) and Darling Vind (cat).

I can only imagine how complicated their personal life must be.

[vee.]

Eloise x Minh

We collapsed to the ground with a huff, our laughter filling the air as our race came to an end. It's never really determined who wins, because we get too distracted from horsing around. I looked over at Eloise as we lay there, separated by just a few thin stalks of wheat. Her face was flushed from running, and a wide smile was spread across her face as a few lingering giggles escaped her lips. She had always been very feminine, and almost as long as I had known her, she had worn a pink bow. Today, it was in the form of a handkerchief tied delicately around her neck. It looked lovely against her pale fur. She had these smears of ash-colored fur on her body as well, which made it look like she had been working in a coal mine. I'd always admired her; I thought she was endlessly interesting in appearance, where I was so plain, nothing but a dark smudge on my nose and the rest of me a dirty white color. In fact, I even thought she was pretty.

I didn't realize how pretty I thought she was until that day. She turned to looked at me with the sweetest expression, and I found it made me blush. It felt strange to think about her this way; best friends weren't supposed to have these sort of feelings about each other. But then, maybe they did-- neither of us had any other friends anymore, so how could I know whether this was normal? I mean, Eloise did get the occasional stare or whistle, but none of those guys ever made attempts to talk to her much or ask her on a date. She was pretty, and that was something everyone knew, I suppose, but I think they all just sort of assumed she and I were a couple, since we never went anywhere without each other.

Everything about this felt so wrong to me, especially the fact that I was keeping it a secret. That entire day, I felt very distant in my mind as I tried to come up with ways that I could say this to her. I didn't want to ruin our friendship; we'd both be alone. But I absolutely could not keep this a secret, pretend like it wasn't there. There were no secrets between us. But how would I tell her? What if she thought it was weird, or what if she didn't like me back?

"Are you alright, Minh?" I snapped out of my thoughts as she nudged me. "You seem really distracted today."

I cleared my throat. "Oh, I dunno, I... guess I didn't really sleep well last night. I think I'm just getting a little too tired for an afternoon out on the town." She'd believe it, because I was sometimes stricken with bouts of insomnia.

"Aww, you should've said something!" Eloise slung an arm over my shoulders-- we were the same height. "C'mon, I'll bring you back home and we'll drink some tea and watch movies."

Oh great. I was hoping to put off telling her until the next day, but now she would probably spend the night to make sure I slept, and when I didn't, she'd know something was wrong. I'd have to tell her.

But how?!

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( I hope you guys are liking this, it's a little different from the stories I normally write so I'm not sure how it's coming out xD )

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The Stone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Angel