Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Crazycookiemonster]

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Ojal "Vision" ♀ & Adolph "noble wolf or hero" ♂

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Zoe ♀ & Raj "Monarch" ♂

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Rain ♀ & Spirit ♂

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Finckle ♀ & Chhaya "Shadow" ♂

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Ishika "Paintbrush" ♀ & Alex ♂

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Abhaidev "Free of Fear" ♀ & Spade ♂

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Uminom Ako "Drink Me" ♀ & Kumain Ako "Eat Me" ♂

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Aanand "Happiness" ♀ & Colton ♂

I don't have fancy stories for them, but their my couples

[aquamarine]

Wow this is..... not...... a good Easter story;;;;; Sorry;;;


Through the corner of his naive eyes, he caught a glimmer of color; something sparkly, enticing, fantastic, and he drew himself towards it. The parents snapped pictures of the other children, faces so soft and slow-moving, as if time had suddenly started to falter. But his eyes were trained for color, for moving things; and, on today, Easter eggs and candy. His lips curled up in anticipation- he knew it just had to be the jackpot, surely!
He placed a small hand on the first tree, gateway to the forest, and let a content breath part his mouth. Once again, time giggled, he could hear it giggle! --Or, was it the jackpot? Quite surely, it didn't matter to him, as the goods glittered, calling him closer.

And as he got closer, his heart began to race, in the heat of the moment- the heat of the find- of the jackpot- of it all, of Easter, of excitement, of so many thoughts racing in such a young brain. His fingers touched his lips as he got even closer, as it began to take shape within his blue eyes.
This was no jackpot, no candy, but it was better. It was a person. It was sparkling. It's skin was porcelain white, but it had patterns laced with flowers and vines and colors! Colors! And it was returning a wide grin, technicolor eyes just gleaming.
He ran. He ran towards it, breath caught in his neck, lungs growing; his eyes grew so wide that they could've popped from his skull.

"Don't come closer," it chimed, in a motherly tone, in a motherly voice, so familiar, so daunting to the boy. "Please don't come closer, okay, I won't be able to help you if you come closer, okay? Don't..."
Oh, but how enticing is a beautiful being that sounds like your mother? A being that's sparkling and endearing, and perhaps made out of sweets?
"Stop! Stop!" It cried it now, tone dissolving in the heat; now it scrawled the words out, devilishly, almost, but they still sounded full of good intent. "Please! You can't! Stay! Stay there!"
But he was entranced now, there was no turning back beyond such a point, and his sneakers made the leaves scream. The figure's eyes began to weld with tears, face contorting to match, and its heart wrenched. "Please boy... I... I'm sorry."
And with one more step, his entire body froze, delicate look of enchantment struck on his face; at least, at least he was to be frozen in such a lovely state, it thought, at least.
He wouldn't wake for many years, and when he finally did, he'd probably be in the ground- they would find him, it presumed. And then he'd be trapped, yet even if he woke here in the forest, he'd be destined to live his life as a child. Immortality of such a coy thing, a thing that doesn't quite deserve to live forever yet, as he is just a lad and has no grasp on reality.
After wiping a chocolate tear from its cheek, it scratched out "mother's voice" on the list of things to get them to go away.

Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!
This is brilliantly creepy and weird and somewhat really sad but it is GOOD and the perfect Easter story to wake up to and don't say it's bad!
/endattack/ <33333

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

Wow this is..... not...... a good Easter story;;;;; Sorry;;;


After wiping a chocolate tear from its cheek, it scratched out "mother's voice" on the list of things to get them to go away.

Giggle, Giggle, Giggle: This is phenomenal.
Truth be told, I saw your name and started spazzing with glee-your work, m'dear, is fantastic, and this is no exception-it's a wonderful Easter story, truly truly truly.
So, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I. Love. It.
♥

[P o m]

Phoenix + Blade

Phoenix had tears in her eyes. She handed me the small egg, with ears and headphones. It was as white as snow and small ears, constructed out of the finest metal. They were painted the same white as the egg and small headphones hung from it, painted as pink as a rose. I had tears leaking down my face and we hugged, my paw clasped firmly around the egg.

I looked into the tear filled eyes of Blade, my own eyes blurry as they filled. I handed him my egg, the one with the ears and headphones and we both hugged, my tears falling onto his shoulder. "As long as you have my egg, I'll always be with you." I whispered. My dad yelled that it was time to go and I kissed him before hopping into the car and following the moving truck.

Now I'm 15. I looked at the egg Phoenix and handed me so long ago. It was still in perfect condition, like it had been 2 years ago. A car passed by, it looked like Phoenix's car. I saw a white and orange striped head in the back, with a blind fold tied around the mouth. Frightened eyes went wide in shock as they saw me. "PHOENIX!" I hollered as I recognized her and started running, stashing the egg in my bag and following in hot pursuit. The rain slicked my green pelt but I would never give up, not until I could feel her in my arms.

I had been walking to my house when 2 brutes, both smelling strongly of alcohol grabbed me. They tied and a blindfold around my mouth and tied my hands and feet together. One of them lifted me and tossed me roughly into my own car. I struggled madly as they fastened the seatbelt and drove off, speeding much too fast. We zoomed by a familiar house and I saw him, Blade. My eyes widened in shock and as I watched, he stashed the egg in his bag and ran after us on all fours. I shook my head madly but he persisted, rain slicking his green pelt.

Finally, the car stopped. Two thugs stepped out and they opened the door, grabbing Phoenix and throwing her onto the ground. hey ripped the blindfold off and she let out a shriek. I was running too fast and I slid on the grass, crashing into one of the thugs and sending her sprawling into the ground. I stood on top of her, my eyes blazing with fury and my teeth bared. Claws raked my face and rain made it look like I was crying blood. I bit don on her throat and she went limp in my jaws. As I turned around to get Phoenix, the male was holding a knife to throat. "NO!" I cried as the blade dug into her.

"BLADE!" I shrieked desperately. He crashed into the female kidnapper and killed her. The male grabbed my shoulder and thrust me against him, holding a knife to my throat. As Blade whipped around with a yowl of, "NO!" the thug dug the blade into my throat and I fell to the ground.

The male ran away as I slipped to my love and picked her up, caressing her against my chest. "Don't leave me. Please Phoenix please." I begged. Her eyes started glazing over. "I love you..." She whispered before her head lolled to one side and her eyes glazed over. Her pelt grew colder as I hugged her, crying. Tears and rain and blood mixed and it poured down my face, tears of blood. I let out yowls of agony between gasps. I drew out the egg and clasped it near her head, feeling all happiness I had mustered up melting away it my tears.

I wouldn't stop crying, I would never stop crying until I could feel her fur warm up and her voice whisper my name. But it never happened and now I am 25, ten years later and I'm still crying. I'm a widower and will never marry, not as long as I have the egg. After 12 years, the painting hasn't chipped and it hasn't broken. Tears soak the pages of this book as I cry, never stopping. There are still nights where I cry myself to sleep, remembering the day where I lost the thing that kept me going, the heat in a snowstorm, my one true love. Her orange and white striped fur blew in the wind and her phoenix wings which had given her her name unfurl and she flies away, just out of reach in my dreams. Tears stain her pelt and the blade wound still drips with blood. I hate my name for it, because a blade killed her. My light in the dark,

My phoenix.

[tokietok]

I've actually liked him since fourth grade.
I just didn't notice until
he started dating my best friend.

Should I actually continue with this? o3o

[IndigoDreams]

@Laylara and KearTheLear
Thank you so much, I knew I just had to do something with that egg and after I got the title, the story just came to me.


@imperfect;;
I love your story, it's so well-written and sad.

[Rayen]

IDEK what this is, it just randomly popped up on a Word file as I was listening to Billy Talent. e - e I know it's god-awful and my prose is so confuse IdontevenknowwhyamIstillwritingohwell. .-.
But I also haven't posted here in the longest time. Would anyone care if I continued this?
Props to whoever figures out what song inspired this. c:
♥.

{ It’s raining again. The clouds have barely taken a break from their weeping ever since the funeral. The rain reminds me of him, so much that my chest aches every time I inhale and my eyes well up with tears when I look at the clouds.

When everything started last summer, we were as happy as we could possibly be. Whenever we could, we would sneak out in the late hours to be together and whisper sweetly into each other’s ears until the moon was high in the sky. It’s always like that; love has a tendency to make us clueless about what the Fates keep in store for us. Soon, however, among the holding hands and lying on our backs in the grassy hills, I started to notice a spark of crimson-red rebellion in his stare, and for some reason it scared me out of my wits. It scared me just as much as the remarks he voiced every now and then: imagine if they all happened to drop dead, my darling… a tragedy, yes, but what a sweet one it would be! We could be free, then.

I told myself that my mind was making up things, but I started noticing these alarming signs more and more frequently. His enticing velvet eyes and his kisses only managed to drown my anxiety for a while. And once they failed, I knew that the mask of blissful ignorance that I had tried to put on for him didn't fit anymore. One moonless night I ran home, disguising my tears because I was too afraid of what he might think - of what he might do. I only allowed myself to break down once I was sure there was a locked door between me and his mesmerizing black eyes.

That cold October night, the absence of moonlight painted devils in every shadow. I slowly began piecing it all together in my head. The way he never talked to anyone else; how no one seemed to know where he came from, or who he really was; how he never sang at church and was always the first to leave. And his eyes, my Lord, his crimson-black eyes, the eyes of the devil.

My troubled heart conjured all these thoughts and more to haunt me restlessly; when I finally couldn’t stand it any longer, I ran barefoot down the stairs, barely managing to muffle a terrified shriek. My parents listened anxiously as I, through the sobs and tears, did my best to explain my suspicions. At that moment, they didn’t even scold me for meeting a stranger so often without their consent; they were too happy, in a particularly twisted way, to have this foreigner as the new scapegoat for the witch hunt. My father rushed to get his rifle. Mother threw on an overcoat to protect her from the raging wind and went to see the Mayor.

And I was left alone the darkest hour before dawn, curled up on the kitchen's wooden floor. I was shivering violently as I listened to the cries of the townspeople rising and to the echoes of my own thoughts. That was when I realized that I had just made a terrible mistake.

My Lord, what have I done? }

[Zeee]

♀ x ♂

days swiftly come and go
and im dreaming of her
shes seeing other guys
emotions they stir

the sun is gone
the nights are long
and i am left
while the tears fall

did you think that
i would cry on the phone?
do you know what
it feels like being alone?
ill find someone new

swing swing from the tangles of
my heart is crushed by a former love
can you help me find a way
to carry on again

wish cast into the sky
im moving on
sweet beginnings do arise
she knows i was wrong

the notes are old
they bend they fold
and so do i to a new love

... ...

bury me
you thought your problems were gone
carry me
away away away . . .

I'd regretted it, truthfully.
She was all I had, and since I was afraid, I threw everything I cared about into the wind. Nothing could make me forgot the image of her crying imprinted in my mind, the timeline of her healing heart.

I was walking down the street in the rain, painfully reminded by the cold that I hadn't took a jacket out before it started raining. I was soaked, my hair glued to my face. Shivering, I shifted my glance from side to side, front to back. I switched to a house on the right side and saw her staring out her window at me, seemingly feeling sad for me. She disapeared from the window for a few brief seconds and came into sight when she opened her door.

"Alex?" She said, calling at me. I nodded, "Mhm?" She smiled and gestured inside. "You look cold. And wet. Would you like to come inside?" I smiled and replied to her with a warm-hearted yes. She went off for a towel and gave it to me back at the door. I wrapped the towel over myself and came inside, only to witness a painful sight that stabbed my heart. I forgot that Cinna had a boyfriend. How long have they been dating? At least 2 years.

"Who's this?" He said, exchanging glances with me as I sat at Cinna's table. She smiled and set down hot chocolate in front of me. "A friend," She replied. It was true, we'd kept good friends. He nodded and swept his eyes over to a newspaper. She snatched it out of his hands and set it down on the table, grabbing his hands tight. "So, Alex, It's nice to see you. Im actually quite glad you're here." I smiled, "Nice to see you too. Well, Im glad to be here. That rain was killing me."

Cinna smiled and handed me a card. "Demetri and I," She took a deep breath. "Are getting married!"

I felt like I've just been stabbed. Married? It couldn't be! She held out her hand and there it was, Demetri had popped the question and that ring was on her finger. "Wow," I said, wiping my face in pretend happiness. "C-Congradulations."

I'd wished, however, Cinna would realize something.

How much I still love her.

...

[vein]

Phoenix + Blade

Phoenix had tears in her eyes. She handed me the small egg, with ears and headphones. It was as white as snow and small ears, constructed out of the finest metal. They were painted the same white as the egg and small headphones hung from it, painted as pink as a rose. I had tears leaking down my face and we hugged, my paw clasped firmly around the egg.

I looked into the tear filled eyes of Blade, my own eyes blurry as they filled. I handed him my egg, the one with the ears and headphones and we both hugged, my tears falling onto his shoulder. "As long as you have my egg, I'll always be with you." I whispered. My dad yelled that it was time to go and I kissed him before hopping into the car and following the moving truck.

Now I'm 15. I looked at the egg Phoenix and handed me so long ago. It was still in perfect condition, like it had been 2 years ago. A car passed by, it looked like Phoenix's car. I saw a white and orange striped head in the back, with a blind fold tied around the mouth. Frightened eyes went wide in shock as they saw me. "PHOENIX!" I hollered as I recognized her and started running, stashing the egg in my bag and following in hot pursuit. The rain slicked my green pelt but I would never give up, not until I could feel her in my arms.

I had been walking to my house when 2 brutes, both smelling strongly of alcohol grabbed me. They tied and a blindfold around my mouth and tied my hands and feet together. One of them lifted me and tossed me roughly into my own car. I struggled madly as they fastened the seatbelt and drove off, speeding much too fast. We zoomed by a familiar house and I saw him, Blade. My eyes widened in shock and as I watched, he stashed the egg in his bag and ran after us on all fours. I shook my head madly but he persisted, rain slicking his green pelt.

Finally, the car stopped. Two thugs stepped out and they opened the door, grabbing Phoenix and throwing her onto the ground. hey ripped the blindfold off and she let out a shriek. I was running too fast and I slid on the grass, crashing into one of the thugs and sending her sprawling into the ground. I stood on top of her, my eyes blazing with fury and my teeth bared. Claws raked my face and rain made it look like I was crying blood. I bit don on her throat and she went limp in my jaws. As I turned around to get Phoenix, the male was holding a knife to throat. "NO!" I cried as the blade dug into her.

"BLADE!" I shrieked desperately. He crashed into the female kidnapper and killed her. The male grabbed my shoulder and thrust me against him, holding a knife to my throat. As Blade whipped around with a yowl of, "NO!" the thug dug the blade into my throat and I fell to the ground.

The male ran away as I slipped to my love and picked her up, caressing her against my chest. "Don't leave me. Please Phoenix please." I begged. Her eyes started glazing over. "I love you..." She whispered before her head lolled to one side and her eyes glazed over. Her pelt grew colder as I hugged her, crying. Tears and rain and blood mixed and it poured down my face, tears of blood. I let out yowls of agony between gasps. I drew out the egg and clasped it near her head, feeling all happiness I had mustered up melting away it my tears.

I wouldn't stop crying, I would never stop crying until I could feel her fur warm up and her voice whisper my name. But it never happened and now I am 25, ten years later and I'm still crying. I'm a widower and will never marry, not as long as I have the egg. After 12 years, the painting hasn't chipped and it hasn't broken. Tears soak the pages of this book as I cry, never stopping. There are still nights where I cry myself to sleep, remembering the day where I lost the thing that kept me going, the heat in a snowstorm, my one true love. Her orange and white striped fur blew in the wind and her phoenix wings which had given her her name unfurl and she flies away, just out of reach in my dreams. Tears stain her pelt and the blade wound still drips with blood. I hate my name for it, because a blade killed her. My light in the dark,

My phoenix.

That was so sad... It was beautifully written, though, amazing job. I absolutely loved it.

[P o m]

Phoenix + Blade

Phoenix had tears in her eyes. She handed me the small egg, with ears and headphones. It was as white as snow and small ears, constructed out of the finest metal. They were painted the same white as the egg and small headphones hung from it, painted as pink as a rose. I had tears leaking down my face and we hugged, my paw clasped firmly around the egg.

I looked into the tear filled eyes of Blade, my own eyes blurry as they filled. I handed him my egg, the one with the ears and headphones and we both hugged, my tears falling onto his shoulder. "As long as you have my egg, I'll always be with you." I whispered. My dad yelled that it was time to go and I kissed him before hopping into the car and following the moving truck.

Now I'm 15. I looked at the egg Phoenix and handed me so long ago. It was still in perfect condition, like it had been 2 years ago. A car passed by, it looked like Phoenix's car. I saw a white and orange striped head in the back, with a blind fold tied around the mouth. Frightened eyes went wide in shock as they saw me. "PHOENIX!" I hollered as I recognized her and started running, stashing the egg in my bag and following in hot pursuit. The rain slicked my green pelt but I would never give up, not until I could feel her in my arms.

I had been walking to my house when 2 brutes, both smelling strongly of alcohol grabbed me. They tied and a blindfold around my mouth and tied my hands and feet together. One of them lifted me and tossed me roughly into my own car. I struggled madly as they fastened the seatbelt and drove off, speeding much too fast. We zoomed by a familiar house and I saw him, Blade. My eyes widened in shock and as I watched, he stashed the egg in his bag and ran after us on all fours. I shook my head madly but he persisted, rain slicking his green pelt.

Finally, the car stopped. Two thugs stepped out and they opened the door, grabbing Phoenix and throwing her onto the ground. hey ripped the blindfold off and she let out a shriek. I was running too fast and I slid on the grass, crashing into one of the thugs and sending her sprawling into the ground. I stood on top of her, my eyes blazing with fury and my teeth bared. Claws raked my face and rain made it look like I was crying blood. I bit don on her throat and she went limp in my jaws. As I turned around to get Phoenix, the male was holding a knife to throat. "NO!" I cried as the blade dug into her.

"BLADE!" I shrieked desperately. He crashed into the female kidnapper and killed her. The male grabbed my shoulder and thrust me against him, holding a knife to my throat. As Blade whipped around with a yowl of, "NO!" the thug dug the blade into my throat and I fell to the ground.

The male ran away as I slipped to my love and picked her up, caressing her against my chest. "Don't leave me. Please Phoenix please." I begged. Her eyes started glazing over. "I love you..." She whispered before her head lolled to one side and her eyes glazed over. Her pelt grew colder as I hugged her, crying. Tears and rain and blood mixed and it poured down my face, tears of blood. I let out yowls of agony between gasps. I drew out the egg and clasped it near her head, feeling all happiness I had mustered up melting away it my tears.

I wouldn't stop crying, I would never stop crying until I could feel her fur warm up and her voice whisper my name. But it never happened and now I am 25, ten years later and I'm still crying. I'm a widower and will never marry, not as long as I have the egg. After 12 years, the painting hasn't chipped and it hasn't broken. Tears soak the pages of this book as I cry, never stopping. There are still nights where I cry myself to sleep, remembering the day where I lost the thing that kept me going, the heat in a snowstorm, my one true love. Her orange and white striped fur blew in the wind and her phoenix wings which had given her her name unfurl and she flies away, just out of reach in my dreams. Tears stain her pelt and the blade wound still drips with blood. I hate my name for it, because a blade killed her. My light in the dark,

My phoenix.

That was so sad... It was beautifully written, though, amazing job. I absolutely loved it.

You really think so? Thanks so much!