Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Fat Unicorn]

Muroki (m)xx(f) Feela

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She was way too beautiful for a demon like me.

But I wanted her anyways.

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story?

/kicks/

Do it. ouo b

[vee.]

The Spirit of the Sun ~~ The Spirit of the Shadows

Two regal guardians, one of light and one of darkness, separated from each other except for the brief moments of dusk and dawn each day.

[Zeee]

kisha xx jaxe

Ever heard of the common story, where there's always a jock, the popular girl, and the lame or outcasted guy? The popular girl is dating the jock, but the outcasted guy is in love with the girl?

In this story, there is a popular girl and the lame guy.

There isn't a jocky guy to disable his love for her,
there is an outcast to represent it.

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would anyone enjoy a story?

[Joe Kerr]

Amethyst and Darkstep

Masquerade Moment

I walk into the room, faces covered by the masks of everyday life.
The floor brightly lit by candlelight.
I look around, paying close attention to the pattern and design of the costumes.
Then, I see a beautiful girl. Her mask precisely painted. I see her vibrant, violet eyes.[i]
I know who’s behind that cover. Those eyes are hard to forget.
Her smile, still in to forefront of my mind, can light up the darkest of days.
Her laugh, which echoes in my mind, sounds more real then anything.
Her eyes, how they sparkle.They resemble stars rather then eyes, for they twinkle and shine.
I close my eyes, her face flashing behind them, and open to a book page. A ballroom floor is drawn on it, people dancing and laughing. And then her. She stands in the middle of all of them, seeming to beg me into the book. I sigh, as I remember, once again, that I cannot join her. Maybe love . . . Does have it’s limits.



Luna and Dakota

Teenage Dream

“He didn’t show up, again!” Luna complained, to no one in particular. “I’m starting to think he doesn’t like me . . .” She sat down on her bed, and pulled her knees up to her chin. “Maybe I’m just . . . Not likable?” A silent tear ran down her cheek. *Ring Ring* Her phone started ringing. Luna checked the I.D. Dakota, again. She thought. He always knows when to call. “Hello?” She say, answering the phone. “Hi! It’s Dakota!” He said, in his normal, cheery mood. “Oh, hi.” Luna sniffed, and wiped the tear from her cheek. “What’s up, Luna? I know something’s wrong.” Dakota sounded worried. “I-It’s nothing.” She didn’t want him to worry, so why bother telling him? “Luna. He didn’t show up, did he. I’m so sorry.” He sounded genuinely sad that Konah, her 'date', didn’t show up. “You know, he’s not worth it. He’s never been worth it.” Luna sighed “Yeah, I know. I’ll tell him it’s over, I’m done crying over him.” Oops, she said too much. “Luna! You cried over him? I’m coming over, right now!” Luna laughed “Okay, see you in a bit. And Dakota?” There was a pause “Yeah?” “Thank you.” She hung up, and looked forward to the future. Where maybe, just maybe, her and Dakota’s destinies would intertwine.


Remmy and Jake

Remembering Our Life

It’s done now, all finished. Everything’s through.
So why do I keep missing you?
I thought we agreed, no looking back.
So why isn’t everything fading to black?
We had a good bout, everything seemed fine.
Then she came to town, and I felt out of line.
You chose her, not me, you didn’t give me a glance.
You didn’t even take me to that one special dance!
The once-a-time-dance, don’t you remember?
But now, to my dismay, you to are together.
Do I still love you? It’s beyond any doubt.
When I see you, I just wanna scream and shout:
“You were mine! We were together!
Am I really that hard for you to remember?”
But all I can do is jot this down in my journal,
Because I thought this love was completely eternal.

Just some pairs I had ^.^ Everything (c) to me, crits welcome!

[beastlylover12]

(The characters are anthro)

Some cases of love happen out of no where, and then they fall apart right before your eyes. Mine did.

<3
Sarah and Dylan

I look up to see him coming towards me. I smile, I had waited forever for this. He smiles back in return, as he sits beside me and looks into my eyes.

A year later..

I can't take this anymore. I just can't.

He was neglecting his own family. Me. His two sons and two daughters. He acted like he didn't want anything to do with us. Maybe he didn't..

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Hannah & Claire

All of my children were practically fatherless now. "Dylan? Could you please help me set the table?" I ask him, and his reply made me want to get it over with and leave him. "You do it you, lazy pig!" He yells in response. He was sitting on the couch watching some stupid games highlights with a bag of potato chips and a can of soda-pop. I try to not act bewildered as I walk into Hannah and Claire's room.

"Mommy, why has dad been acting the way he has been lately?" Claire asks me, and though she was turning thirteen soon, she still liked to call me 'mommy' because 'mom' didn't sound right to her and 'daddy' wasn't what she though her father of anymore. "I-I... Don't know, sweetie." I tell her as small tears start to well up in my eyes. I wipe them away as she and Hannah step forward to hug me. I wrap my arms around them both and start to cry silently.

Should I continue? :3

Yes! please continue!

[cass.]

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"No!" a shrill whinny was heard through the stables. The mare, her golden amber eyes flashing, struggled and fought her way through the humans. The other horses gave excited neighs, as they watched their most beloved mare fling herself after the truck that was carrying away her precious and only son. Tears brimmed in her eyes, as the humans shouted many curses at her.

She galloped with grace, never stopping. "Kiowa!" hollered the humans repeatedly. But she never stopped to look back. She easily knew what was about to happen to her son. He had been too weak in the farm, and the humans weren't able to sell him because he was so puny and feeble. So, they had no need for him in this world. They were going to put him into a death's rest, where no human would ever have to feel so disgraced for having to own him.

Kiowa let tears slide down, as dust from the truck covered her sight. She brayed hoarsely, dust fogging her throat so that it wasn't clear. She was going to get her son, no matter what. Berlioz had been abandoned by his father, and never had any support. No support except his only mare; his mother.

And he wasn't aware of what was going to happen to himself. Kiowa closed her eyes, and screamed a neigh, following the truck with all of her might. She pushed harder, her hooves pounding against the ground.

And, with her remaining strength, persevered. She finally was close enough to the truck, seeing the slaughter house just in the distance. She pushed herself against the gate in an attempt to crush it into pieces. She was not going to allow her son to die. She had seen other of her beloved friends die because of the wretched system, and she would refuse to allow them to do it to her only bundle of joy in the despaired world of hers.

But, suddenly, her attempts seemed to drain out. The truck stopped in the entrance of the building, and unloaded Berlioz. Berlioz stuttered out, crying out for his mother. He glanced around, before seeing his mother racing over to him. A gun was loaded, but Kiowa had jumped in front of her young stallion.

There was a boom. It had happened all at the same time; all so sudden; that even the humans were startled. They glanced down to see the two horses who had been shot down together.

It was a remarkable sight. The mother, dead with her stallion, had her neck on his shoulder, and they seemed to be connecting hooves.

Just reposting for comments. c:

That was so beautiful, yet so heartbreaking ;-;
I loves your descriptions, and their names :3
You have an excellent writing style, I'd love to hear more stories from you? <3
-Banjo xx

[rose tyler, i]

xxx

"No!" a shrill whinny was heard through the stables. The mare, her golden amber eyes flashing, struggled and fought her way through the humans. The other horses gave excited neighs, as they watched their most beloved mare fling herself after the truck that was carrying away her precious and only son. Tears brimmed in her eyes, as the humans shouted many curses at her.

She galloped with grace, never stopping. "Kiowa!" hollered the humans repeatedly. But she never stopped to look back. She easily knew what was about to happen to her son. He had been too weak in the farm, and the humans weren't able to sell him because he was so puny and feeble. So, they had no need for him in this world. They were going to put him into a death's rest, where no human would ever have to feel so disgraced for having to own him.

Kiowa let tears slide down, as dust from the truck covered her sight. She brayed hoarsely, dust fogging her throat so that it wasn't clear. She was going to get her son, no matter what. Berlioz had been abandoned by his father, and never had any support. No support except his only mare; his mother.

And he wasn't aware of what was going to happen to himself. Kiowa closed her eyes, and screamed a neigh, following the truck with all of her might. She pushed harder, her hooves pounding against the ground.

And, with her remaining strength, persevered. She finally was close enough to the truck, seeing the slaughter house just in the distance. She pushed herself against the gate in an attempt to crush it into pieces. She was not going to allow her son to die. She had seen other of her beloved friends die because of the wretched system, and she would refuse to allow them to do it to her only bundle of joy in the despaired world of hers.

But, suddenly, her attempts seemed to drain out. The truck stopped in the entrance of the building, and unloaded Berlioz. Berlioz stuttered out, crying out for his mother. He glanced around, before seeing his mother racing over to him. A gun was loaded, but Kiowa had jumped in front of her young stallion.

There was a boom. It had happened all at the same time; all so sudden; that even the humans were startled. They glanced down to see the two horses who had been shot down together.

It was a remarkable sight. The mother, dead with her stallion, had her neck on his shoulder, and they seemed to be connecting hooves.

Just reposting for comments. c:

That's just sad.

True, very sad, but very well written at the same time :3

[micah]

@Derratonna: I really, really like the first one. A lot, I like it a lot.
Thank you Vellamore and Yarri! <3 <3 <3 <3
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**Side note on this story, though: I'm using "he" in the gender-neutral stance, not because they are male.
Also, so sorry for the length;;; usually mine are not so long;;;

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If I gave you a choice between the sun and the moon...
Which would you choose?
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the moon (Nanna, ○) x the girl (Ilati, ♀) x the sun (Utu, ○)
/ prologue
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Tell me dearest, which has won your heart?
Was it the one you thought of from the start?

Tell me dearest, have you got an idea?
An idea of who is worthy, who is the best, surely?
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/ part one: mirror mirror on the... wall?
Ilati spent too much time on herself in the morning on "the day". Appearance was important to her, it really was, but sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if everyone else saw the same that she did in the mirror. If they did, why would they treat her so? She, in her humble opinion, was show-stopping! Truly lethal!
Evidently, though, she was indeed lethal- recently someone had accused her of murder. Everyone in the town accepted this as fact, but gave her no trail, and no sentence. The gray people accepted anything they heard, they were starved for another reason to hate. However, this was no ordinary murder trail; it was not Ilati in the parlor with the pipe. Their tellings prescribed it as "Ilati's dank inner being seizing the souls of young ones, forcing them to perish". Yes, they were essentially calling her a witch, a hideous being, a scary old thing! She giggled at the thought of having green skin and a warted nose. Even so, she could never think of herself as hideous.
So it was a very difficult thing to wrap one's head around... Around Ilati starting the rumors herself. Any type of attention nowadays was attention, all was bad, for nothing could be so black and white.
She put the last of her blood-red lipstick on and slipped down the rickety stairs. Ilati adjusted her hair slightly, sprucing it up, as if it so dearly mattered. As she opened the door, she was kissed with a gust of wind, ruining her progress with her hair. She cursed lightly, to retain her lady-likeness. Her heels clanked on the stone wrap-around sidewalk until she reached the plush grass of the forest. She lived quite a ways from town, had no car, no bike, no nothing but her feet. She communed each day to nothing- no job, no internship, no schooling, no nothing but slurs. One would quickly gather from this inside information that Ilati was a bit complex in the mind, stuck in her own web of misfortune. How unfortunate.
Halfway through the forest, there was a mirror, so desolate and pristine that she related to it; she felt sympathy for this mirror and approached it with harrowing will. As she got closer and closer a strangely familiar image popped up. It was her, just her, the way she was: big bags under her eyes, shoddily covered with a thicket of make-up; blood-red lips that faded with each licking of her lips; eyelashes that stretched too far and were too thick; hair done up so precisely that it didn't even look like hair; tired eyes, tired, tired weak old eyes that told a billion stories in one. Tired, tired eyes.
All at the age of 23.
Her whole life story and many others had been told before she reached middle-age. She knew she didn't have much time left- at least, that's how she felt. It was a drastic turning point. She had no self confidence, she wasn't even cocky, air-headed, or anything anymore. She was a paper bag on the side of the road covered with mud. Too bad this paper bag was to blow away and pick itself up; perhaps if it hadn't...
She was so preoccupied with her revelation that she hardly noticed what was written on the mirror, three small words: come with me. Not thinking for a moment she stepped into the mirror and was greeted with a slap.

"I can't have who is going to save the world be so careless! You've got to step in like you own the realm, good grief!"
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After a long, long while, she was told of her mission.
She threw up twice. Once because she was scared and a second because she was terrified. A being whom she [and no one else, for that matter] had just met told her that she was to A) save the world or B) destroy it. "C", "D", and even "E" were all destroy the world also. The odds were not and would never be in her favor. She asked why her, why her, why her, and why her several times before asking one more question, starkly different from the others: "Why do they all hate me?" Her voice scratched against the even pallet of the Sobretre realm.

The being, "It", laughed brokenheartedly. "It's almost a funny thing, you know, but would you really like to hear it? I was feeling like I ought to tell you first thing, but since you've already hurled all your feelings up, why be frivolous?" With no reaction he shook his head and continued sorrowfully. "Dear, there's something you ought to know about your mission: you've already tried. In fact, you've tried four times, you've used up all of your 'destroy the world' options. By process of elimination, you have 'A' left, which is save the world. I know it sounds weird, since you have never thought of yourself as anything but pretty, but you are one important gal. Now, I know that the pressure is on, but the pressure is on, dear. Option 'A' has many, many subcategories, see? If you even prove wrong on one you will fail. Oh, hm, and as if that isn't bad enough, I can't tell you what they are."

She sat starry-eyed. No words, thoughts, or even expressions could fluctuate within in. However, when she could speak, it was evident that she had not changed completely. "So... They hate me because I have destroyed the world four times? How would they know?"

"How coy of you to think of them first. I would try to pull a good quality out of that- like thinking of others first- but I guess I'll just supply you with more knowledge of what others think of you. They don't know you did, but you emit a very dark aura, an evil one. I finally figured this out, after being in such a close proximity with you... But it's your aura, dear. Thus, attracting Utu will be hard. Nanna, however, will take to you quickly. Do not let that fog you, my sweet, because--" He stopped and giggled. "Shoot, I've given you a hint! Well, I suppose I ought to start you in a bad place then, just to even it out... Here, I'll put you on the day before Utu is set to die.
Don't be long, dear! We're waiting!"
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Tell me now, had you thought of who you're picking a'tall?
Tell me now, which one will suffer a ghastly fall...

[black swan;;;;;]

-> Evelinne [female]
-> Illi [male]

Flying Bullets
Hit the targets
Wings and Halos
5 to 7
In this white robe
Though the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven

I'm scared.I found my love,his name is Illi and he's like the perfect boy. But our story is not so happy...his big brother told us that he will do anything to break our love.He already tried to shoot us...I don't know what to do.Illi told me that his brother worships the darkness.And the only way to beat darkness is ... light.

Time is running
we are sitting
Back together just for splitting
You are crying in the corner
Always next and never former
Open up and let me hear it
Former body
Future spirit
Brain is useless
Chair is rocking
Open doors for dead man walking

My brother told me that he will do what he promised in a short time.I'm scared.Evelinne is crying in the corner,while she's holding something I can't see in her paws.We must find a way to stop this fear.But our brains are useless right now.

BAM!

Here we are.Are we gonna survive?

(( I have to go now,but is it worth the effort? ))

[Grace(:]

Kriko--------------------Talia

They sat in the forest hand in hand. They had no idea what they were doing.
They were so different, yet the same.
It was silent, you could hear no noise.
"I love you, Talia" Kriko said.
It was silent for a moment..
"I love you too."

-Continue?-

Zebraa