Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[Samurai!]

Pet's name: Sekishu (♀) & Pet's name: Stribog
That's supposed to be a ginormous ice talon on the aqua dog there. Odd-looking, I know.

They have pups:

Pet's name: Umi (son) ~ Pet's name: Yuki (Daughter)
Yuki is supposed to have a very, very long and curled-up tongue.



The color scheme is perfect, no?

[demi-fiend]

And
Two full grown cubs:
And
Planning on making a vid x3 (about the family,im a lil offtopic)

[iBrevity]

ALL THREE OF THESE! WIN! <33 [/endcaps]
And I'm not just saying that cause I'm gay, I just totally love them all. The first one... only slightly wrong in my head cause it's still a kid but the colors go good together. And I really love the last one, like really really a lot. :'D They will be a pair in my head forever now. xDD

Lmao, thanks. xD I really loved the last two together too; their colors are off but somehow they go together anyway.
And the first one wasn't really a romantic pairing, I just did it for the designs. xDDD

[faraday]

[m]Jack..........Griffin[m]

Griffin was a troubled teen. He hung out with the wrong crowd. At the age of just 14, he turned to drugs and alcohol to numb his pain after his mother died, the only thing in the world that would make him smile. She would always tell him dumb jokes, and tell him about her childhood, but a few months earlier she died in a car accident, a drunk driver in the wrong lane killing her.

He wasted away. He looked a sickly pale, and you could see all of his bones jutting out from underneath his thin flaky skin. One day he was taken away from it all, his 'friends', and his greif returned. He was sent to live with his foster parents, who lived on the other side of the world, in Ireland. He spent most of his time in his room, sleeping, smoking, or drinking, his condition getting worse by the days.

One day, it all changed. Griffin was looking out his window, when he spied upon a group of boys talking outside his house, laughing, and messing around. One of the boys looked up and saw him. Their eyes locked, but Griffin hurridly closed the shudders, sitting on his bed, clutching his knees.

A couple minuted passed, before Griffin heard a knocking on the door. He listened as he heard his godfather opened the door, and heard an unfamiliar voice. It was soft and quiet, yet unusually soothing. A few minuted passed, and Griffin heard the soft patter of feet going up the stairs.

Griffin held his breath, and a figure appeared in his room. The boy who he had locked eyes with earlier sat next him him on his bed, his smokey eyes enchanting Griffin. "Hey." The boy cooed with a smile. "You looked lonely." Griffin opened his moth to speak, and the stench of alcohol filled the room. "Yeah." The boy wrinkled his nose, but said nothing. "I'm Jack. I'm 14." Jack said, managing to keep his warm smile spread across his face. "I'm Griffin... I'm 14 too."

For months, Jack and Griffin visited each other, and Griffin broke his addiction. Spending time with Jack put his life back on track. His condition began to improve, and was better than he had been in years. But one day, Jack didn't come to visit Griffin, or the day after that, or the day after that. For weeks on end, Griffin continued to call Jack, but nobody ever picked up the phone.

One day, Griffin got a call back. But it wasn't Jack. It was his mom. "Griffin...?" The voice over the phone was full of sorrow. "Yeah." Griffin replied, tracing his finger along the word in the newspaper. "A... couple weeks ago... Jack... well.... he....." Griffin choked, waiting for Jack's mom to finish. "He was hit by a car. And... he's gone." Griffin's body began to rack with sobs, and he could barely hold the phone up to his ear. Jack's mom spoke again. "Griffin, Jack loved you."

There was a long pause.

"I know." Griffin replied, wiping away his tears.

"I loved him too."

[SAPPHOLYTE]

[m]Jack..........Griffin[m]

That was so sad. D:

[faraday]

I know. D:

[iPawki]

[m]Jack..........Griffin[m]

That sent shivers down my spine. D: Beautiful story, though.

[Teacup-old]

Wait For Me <3 Just In Time

Her-Story - Alexander, as they called her, was trapped in her own world. She never believed in love or friendship-only the close relation between her and her "toys". She loved punk music and never talked to anyone, often ignoring other canines. When she moves to a new home, she finds herself falling head-over-heels in love with Justin, who only wants to win her love.

His-story - Justin was never one for love. He had friends, but never found the one girl he truely loved. When the new girl in town arrives, all he wants to do is to get her to feel the same about him as he does her. With his awkwardness towards other canines, he charms his way into her heart.

But will it last?

Grasping at my heart and stealing it was the last thing she ever did. We were perfect. I mean, I had my corks-including over-collecting of green objects and becoming distracted by shiny things- but she had hers too- being anit-social and her non-trusting of other wolves. All I needed to be happy was her.

Standing there as she walked down the worn down path to pup school was the most oeacful thing to do. I skipped up to her side, looking at her, "Hey, I'm Justin. You new here?" She didn't answer. I looked down, then back to her, "Not talking? I guess I have to make you talk. I'll eat you whole-"

"No, don't!" she barked, stopping in her tracks as I smiled with pleasure.

"Told ya' I would make you talk. So, what's your name?" I looked back at her, she made no attempt to answer me as she raced by. My head sunk-I failed. She wasn't going to love me. Maybe my corky charms wasn't enough? I guess I needed Cow, my green dinosaur, for good look.

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The next day, I brought Cow along clenched in my jaws. I saw the girl sitting by the path entrence and when she smiled at me as I walked up, she seemed different. I mean, mood swings much? "Oi, meet Cow. I still havn't learned your name."

"I'm not telling you untill I decided weather I like you or not. Oh, what does 'oi' mean?" she responded. I replied with a smile, her smile made me smile. Who cares if she has severe mood swings?! She's hot! Well, not really, but she's nice. Nuce enough to like mt corks anyway.

{ To be continued later. }

[Ebonpyre]

Justin Lacroix x Cyprien Collard

I have always been able to remember my dreams when I sleep, and what a strange phenomena they are – vivid events, almost real, conjured up by the imagination of the night, over which I have no control.

Many times I’ve been told that dreams are mostly based upon impacting past evens, seen or experiences. No dream weavers, no foretellings of the future; merely

For this reason I worry about my recent strings of anxious dreams and restless nights.


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Perhaps I am dead. I haven't felt anything in so long.

Light silver eyes boredly watched the dust motes, perpetually floating in the light from the man's office desk. His sleepless mind was elsewhere, on the blurs of caramel and green that were his restless dreams, of the laughter and meaningless chatter that invaded his mind without relent. The form would follow him beneath the drizzling sky during the day, the softest brush of feathers against his face startled him so often these days, but never could he focus on these things without them gingerly evading his grasp.

He had finally been, thank goodness, tranferred from his former job. No more killing, no more guilt, or so he'd vainly hoped. It wouldn't disappear, and he was stuck here with his own rebellious mind.

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During those long nights he would fill my dreams with happily-ever-afters, and at first light I would begin to kill them.


Finally, those images became more audible as the days passed, smearing one into another, both comforting and frustrating. His own thoughts were turning his life upside-down, and what had been a sucessful life was now turning wretched.

The coffee was more bitter than usual, but he forced it down, addicted to it far more than he could be any stronger drink. It was one feeling of normality in this crazed life, where concerned glances from friends and family came, unable to see these invisible toturers.

Sighing, he picked up his stack of papers and set to work again.

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In the dense forest of blackened trees, the brilliant green of the willow stood out. I sat half forgotten by the decrepit oak, shrouded in a layer of mist and fallen leaves.

He was beginning to get used to his life.

Oh, he hated it -with a passion-, but the image was comforting now, and the flashes of silver that disrupted his vision weren't an unbearable distraction.

Taking a final drag on his cigarette before he dropped it, Justin leaned his head back against the tree, eyes closed. The visions had been gone for...how long was it? One hour, two, three. A welcomed break, no doubt.

The silence he had been hoping for his day free from responsibility was broken abruptly, though, with a loud beating of wings and a help. Quickly his eyes opened again, scrambling to his feet.

A boy, scrawny to the point that he looked scarce more than a skeleton, useless wings fluttering behind him as if caught in a gale, was before him, obviously -by his slack features- unconscious.

That...could've came out better. Written as humans. You probably won't get it if you didn't read the first part.

[Bartimaeus]

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I wasn't too keen on the first(considering the PPS. I don't tend to like those pairings too much. o3o) but I LOVED the last two. o3o Especially the last one. <'3

~Barty