Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[honeydukes]

The Clueless young boy with a big dream ---- His father who tries to make in possible


His Anna.


I walked into my fathers' room.
Only to find a mess.
A bloody mess.
Now it is my Anna's room.
It is not my mother's room.
Anna is not my mother.

I don't know where my father went.
My Anna tells me he is gone
And that I am foolish to believe...
Oh, here she comes now...
I should ask her about it again.

"Anna, when will dad come and fly me around in his plain?"
"Foolish boy. Your father is dead."
"My father is not dead"
"Your mind is dead."
"Your life is dead."

And with that, she walked out of the room
She did not come back until 3 hours later.
She said she had a surprise.
It was to die for, she said.
I've heard that line before.
My Anna is so un-original.

My Anna says she'll bring me to my father.
She says I'll be up in the skies with him,
If I hold my breath under water for long enough.
It's a game she says.
it'll be fun she says.

Now I'm up in the skies.
But I can't get back down...
But father is up here!
He's got wings...
But, not airplane wings, though...
Angel wings.
He says I will soon, too...
My Anna is great for doing this.

Thank you, my Anna.

So sad, and wonderful.

Yes, the pet is Bronze!'s, but she gave me permission to use her pets in stories. :3c
xxx



she stared, she stared, she stared at the sun;
for it was covered, sheltered, like a king's illicit son.
as her vision withered to none,
she wondered if the final battle had been won.

her thoughts ran over the butterfly that blocked the light;
the butterfly frozen in mid-flight;
the butterfly that had been sent after soldiers lost a fight;
the butterfly that made her eyes only see white.

she ought to know better than to call it a butterfly,
with a wingspan so broad and so sparkly and wide,
but it was all that came to her mind.
and the word “angel” was far too difficult to find.

she felt the top of her head heat,
and a feeling washed over her, so sweet;
she opened her lids, eager for just a peek-
but she was kissed with an image so weak, thought so bleak.

--she had forgotten she had been rendered unable to see.

she snapped her lids shut and blew out a huff,
realizing that her life had been made that much more tough;
what she did not expect, though, was a touch so hardly gruff
she could almost feel her skin turning to fluff.

there was warmth pressed to her lids,
and a life flashed before her eyes, but it was only a kid's;
'twas not her's, nor her brother's, or her mother's-
they seemed to belong to her deceased lover.

and then she could see, she could breathe,
she could stretch her bones out in their sleeves.
but then there were words in her head that were not her own,
and they spoke to her, voice old and grown:

“dearest love, do not look directly into the sun,
for the war has just begun.”

x x x

This was beautiful c:

[Zeee]

[ i will write a story, just not much inspiration right now :c

[TigressJaguiar]

Every morning, at six o'clock sharp, the airship would start its great motors and jolt to life.
Every evening, at six o'clock sharp, the airship would turn off its great motors and rest for the night.
Every evening, at six-fifteen sharp, the mechanic, the mailman, and the captain would leave the airship to return to their homes on the land.

But they all knew their home was in the sky. This was something the Old Man no longer understood.

The Old Man used to be the captain of an airship. He would spend days soaring over the land. But now his heart was greedy, and could not understand the freedom of the airships anymore. Instead he recognized the profit of the ships, and owned a great fleet of them. These ships were his monopoly. All the trade passed through his ships, transport, and even mail. The mail ship. But still he didn't understand what the ships meant, to him they were just machines, making him richer and richer.

So when a man came along to buy the little mail ship for a generous price, the agreements were made, the coin passed around, and the papers signed. But when the mechanic, the mailman, and the captain heard of this, their reaction was...

"You're selling the Luminous?" yelled the captain
"This cannot be so!" wailed the mainman
"She's my pride and joy!" protested the mechanic

"The agreements were made. There's no stopping it now." The Old Man simply said, leaving the crew of the airship to wail and mourn.

So, in the morning, at six o'clock sharp, the airship started its great motors and jolted to life.
But, in the evening, at six o'clock sharp, the airship did not return to turn off its great motors and rest for the night.
That evening, at six-fifteen sharp, the mechanic, the mailman, and the captain wiped their eyes and returned to their homes on the land.

But the airship was gone, their home, and their love.

//I don't even...

[Minaethiel]

xXx

Pluma & Snowdrift

Before that night, all was quiet in the forest. The crickets would chip their songs in the summer evening. The trees would rustle their leaves in accordance to the playful breeze. A lonesome cabin in the woods gave off a bright yellow light through the trees, bathing the surrounding wood in an eerie light. On this night the moon was hidden, but even the lack of nature's lantern did not discourage the inspiration of a young painter. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his bushy white tail swishing across the ground in an attempt to distract him. Turning to the canvas before him, his olive-colored eyes lit with inspiration and he began to paint in great, even strokes. Just as he was getting into his work, the dog heard a loud wail from outside of his window. Curious, he dropped his paintbrush and rushed over to investigate. The darkened forest revealed nothing to hint at the source of the pained sound, and at first he brushed it off, but an enraged growl ripped through the silence.

The white dog was startled now, but curious as to what could be the cause of such a racket. He looked down at his paint-splattered fur and shook his head ruefully; he already stuck out like a sore thumb in the dark, now he was just more colorful. Creeping forward outside of his cozy cabin he could hear the sounds of a fight more clearly. A thump and a whimper gave him a hint that whatever was fighting had gotten hit by their assailant. The voice was higher and seemed female, but he was unsure. The second voice, a deeper and much more predatory snarl, was very masculine and threatening. Shivering slightly, the white dog drifted into some thick bushes as silently as possible. The branches rustled, but from the sight he saw, the fighting pair were too absorbed to notice. In the dark he could make out a black silhouette, slender and quick, as it lashed at its attacker. The other aggressor was not a silhouette. Spikes protruded from it's face and spine, and the tail looked more serpentine than canine-like. With a growl it lunged at the black figure, lashing long claws at their front legs. A high-pitched screech followed, telling Snowdrift that the attacker had hit his target.

A growl rumbled in Snowdrift's throat; the black figure had obviously had enough, and the way that they had their weight more towards their hind legs hinted at intense pain on their front legs. Still the mutant dog advanced, snarling a challenge. At that moment, Snowdrift made a decision. He leapt out of the bushes with a loud growl and lunged at the deformed attacker. The dog was still in attack mode, though he bore deep scratches down one side. Snowdrift aimed a bite on one of his paws, and a screech told him that he had hit his mark. He clamped his jaws down tighter, and let go only when the mutant snarled in pain. Jumping away, he looked towards the mutant, only to see the bushes rustling where he had disappeared. Turning to the black dog, he could finally get a good look at it.

Snowdrift's first instinct had been right; she was a female. Huddled protectively against the trunk of a large Willow tree, she had strong, feather-covered wings sprouting from her back. Her ears also had feathers as well as her chest. She was coal black, save for her tearing, moon-colored eyes. Her front legs had deep claw marks from the mutant's attack, and blood streamed down and stained her dirty and reddened paws. The gaze she placed on Snowdrift was so exhausted and pain-filled, that he felt it would be wrong to just leave her there. Laying on the ground in front of her, he addressed her gently.

"My name is Snowdrift, Miss. Do you want my help?"
"Pluma."
"What?"
"My name. It's Pluma."



Just something I thought up ;^_^

[asexual]

x
My forever girl~

[honeydukes]

x
My forever girl~

Is that a reference to Avatar: Last Airbender? ;D If not, just ignore my sad fangirling >_> xD

Lovely dressups! o3o

[Grace(:]

the heartbroken boy

the heartbroken girl

shut the door, turn the light off
i wanna be with you
i wanna feel your love
i wanna lay beside you
i cannot hide this even though I try


i lay, no one beside me.
My heart breaks every time i think of you.
when i try to put my arm around you, the air catches me.
and then i remember, all the moments i had with you.
the moments when we had so much fun,
when we could do anything together an not feel dumb,
not being embarrassed
not being alone.

heart beats harder
time escapes me
trembling hands touch skin
it makes this harder
and the tears stream down my face

if we could only have this life for one more day
if we could only turn back time

my eyes tear up everytime i see
i look at your smile
i look at your happiness.
i wonder why, i let you go.
i wonder why,
i let you free.

you know i'll be
your life, your voice your reason to be
my love, my heart
is breathing for this
moments in time
i'll find the words to say
before you leave me today


i flip through the pages,
the wedding photos,
the ones where we just met,
and the ones where we had been together forever.
i stay up to tell myself that this wasn't just a dream.

{more?}

[Octember]

War .................................................................................. Death

Famine ................................................................... Pestilence

Chaos

It is the end of the world. The rules say that the horsemen shall ride out.
It is one of my functions. I have to obey the rules.

We will ride out.

---

Characters and paragraph copyright to Terry Pratchett's 'Discworld.'

[asexual]

x
My forever girl~

Is that a reference to Avatar: Last Airbender? ;D If not, just ignore my sad fangirling >_> xD

Lovely dressups! o3o

Yessss someone got it! 8D

[Khefri-Sun]

x
My forever girl~

Is that a reference to Avatar: Last Airbender? ;D If not, just ignore my sad fangirling >_> xD

Lovely dressups! o3o

Yessss someone got it! 8D

Love the dressups <3
(been planning to watch Avatar lol.....)