Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[iPawki]

@Saluna: Glad you like it. XD

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Cygnus [♂/○] .&&. Corax [♂/○] .&&. Synchronicity [☿]

Aristotle [♂]
Corax had found a shiny coin.
This was not unusual for magpies, even those of the not-so-mortal variety. He was trying to resist swooping down to grab it, fighting with himself inside of his tiny bird brain. He wanted it,
No. No he did not.
... But it was rather pretty-
No.

AAHhhhh!! I can't believe I missed commenting on this! fffff I love this story so much! It's amazing Selcouth, and I love Corax magpie form! The sheer amount of hard work you must of put into this is amazing, and the story and characters develop more and more each time you writer about them, I love how real they are, and your beautiful style of writing and, well everything! Wow, I love this, I can't wait to see the second part<3

Corax has a shiny coin <3 I have the best picture in my head of Corax and his shiny coin <3

[Robojam]

Jenna♀ and Nibbles♂(No. 302 B)

Jenna, the simple, shy, hardworking sheepdog, and Nibbles, the erratic dog who believes he's a sheep.

~

I blinked at him. A sheep with the scent of a dog? I looked closer. No hooves on his back legs. A dog in a sheep disguise?!

As I saw her stare, I smiled my crooked grin. She was bound to find out sometime. That was when I ran.

I could never be with you
Is what he said, I'm such a fool
'Cause time would only complicate
This summer love
The simple kind of thing

Well maybe there's a chance
That you could change your mind

Let me into your heart
It doesn't always have to be so hard
But I guess, I don't know
I guess, I can't be too sure
Of who you really are

Starin' at your silhouette
I'm breathless baby
Can't forget
The day you almost spoke of love
But you just couldn't open up

Yeah well maybe there's a shot
That I could change your mind

Let me into your heart
It doesn't always have to be so hard
But I guess, I don't know
I guess, I can't be too sure
Of who you really are
Who you really are, yeah

Oh, let me into your heart
It doesn't always have to be so hard
But I guess, I don't know
I guess, I can't be too sure
Of who you really are

Let me into your heart
It doesn't always have to be so hard
But I guess, I don't know
I guess, I can't be too sure
Of who you really are
Who you really are, you really are


Yeah
hmmm
hmmm


~ Who you really are ~ Amie Miriello ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYKzIs-rp_w

(no idea what I'm on about O_O)

[Tammanae]

Edward (m) & Tom (m)

Are there any vermin in this?

So few you will hardly notice them, your highness.

[omori]

@Kitteh: Is he dead? D8 Or is there going to be more? Either way, I really like it. <3

That's for you to decide. ;D
The dead/alive part I mean. Haha.

[Inatae]

Apaufice & Varya

For some reason, pretty much all of my pairings clash together now. O_o

Anyway, random story bit-ish thing...

An excited crowd had gathered around a small wagon, situated in the middle of a dusty, winding road. Two burly officers stood vigil on either side, fending off the bloodthirsty madmen that the townsfolk had become. Reaching in, they dragged out the prisoner, holding his arms fast to his side. The officers were well-trained, binding the man to the wagon wheels in less than 10 minutes.
On the other side of the road, the Sheriff stood waiting, expression unreadable. He served as both sheriff and judge, condemning those who had committed misdeeds to punishments assigned for each one. The epitome of justice, the emblem of protection. And a brutal one at that.
"Any last words?" he asked gruffly, daring the prisoner to beg for his freedom.
To everyone's surprise, he began to sing.
Beautiful, soaring notes, unearthly in their grace, filled the area. The crowd fell silent, mesmerized by the sight of the man, covered in three years' worth of dirt, caked in the rotten remains of the food thrown at him by the townsfolk and streaked with blood. A thin ray of sunlight landed on him, giving him a luminescent aura as the divine music continued to pour out of him.
Another voice, rich and sweet, like the feel of honey on your tongue, joined him from the gathering. The townsfolk stepped aside to reveal a young woman, blue eyes unseeing, stumble forward towards the convict. It was clear by the way she staggered, and by her hands supporting her protruding belly, that she was heavily pregnant. Collapsing by the side of the wagon, the woman continued defiantly, fixing every member in the crowd with her clouded gaze, and somehow, even though they knew she could not see, a shudder passed over them, as if her eyes bored into their souls and unearthed their darkest secrets, secrets they'd been trying to hide for their entire lives.
The music stopped. At a sign from the sheriff, the wagon began to move, jerking forward over the uneven road, dragging the helpless man behind him. The woman, still on the ground, cried out, but the horses paid her no heed, clattering along down the path, a dust cloud rising in it's wake.
Staggering up, the woman turned to the still-silent crowd, throwing up her arms. Everyone stepped aside, knowing she was about to curse; the curses of those who lost a loved one were notoriously effective. She ignored the villagers, turning instead to the sheriff and officers.
"I curse you with plague and famine," she shrieked, a desperate plea to the sky. "I curse you with death, with animosity, with exile. I curse you with the death of all your children, the death of your wives, and the inability to remarry. I curse you with the same fate as those you have sent to the grave." Scooping up a handful of mud, she flung it in their direction. It fell a few centimeters short, but the impact allowed it to splatter onto the robes of the sheriff, as well as the uniforms of the officers. She turned around and ran, seemingly not knowing where she was going, leaving behind a deathly silence as the three men, along with the rest of the town, returned to their homes and their everyday lives.


Lots of run-on sentences there.... O_o The idea was taken from the prologue to Ken Follett (spelling?)'s Pillars of the Earth.

I need some help.... should I just leave it as is, or should I add more stuff to the end? I have an idea of what to write for it, but it's gonna end up boring.

[Sorren Fey]

Laplizul {f} •○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○• Iron {m}

{Full Stories}

Another week past. I finally won the debate that the baby would sleep in our room. Being so excited at being a mother - and terrified - I wanted to keep the baby with me at all times. It made me estatic that Iron felt the same way. As I was making a surprise dinner for Iron after his long day at work {He was working like mad trying to earn a great living for our baby} when I heard the phone ring. It was our doctor. They wanted to check on the baby and the thought of seeing the tiny form, even if entirely vague, of our child. It was too early to tell if it was a boy or a girl but I had a random request: I didn't want to know if it was a baby gir or boy until I saw them face to face. Was it old-fashioned of me? Yes. Was it pointless? Not to me. I wanted to experience everything I could from his little human, the good and the bad. There was no way I was going to miss out on all the excitement of a baby.
After setting a time for tomorrow to come in, I went back to the stir fry I was happily working over. Then, Ring ring...Ring ring... I wished I had looked at the ID number.
"Look, I know you are really excited - I have no idea why - but don't you think you're rushing into this so early? I mean, you barely dated the boy and now your married, expecting a child! How do you think that makes me feel? I just feel as if you aren't listening to a word I say, Laplizul!" It was my mother. How unfortunate.
"Mom. I'm done trying to argue about it. I want this baby. I-" She cut me off suddenly.
"Honey, you know the baby wouldn't feel a thing if you got an abortion. It would make you feel better, not having to go through all the trouble and struggle of a baby-" I cut her off this time.
"How dare you say that, Mom! Iron and I are the only thing this baby has to rely on. Its life hasn't even started. It probably doesn't look like much but what about in a few years? A personality, a life, dreams, goals, parents that love it. And I will not end that. How do you know the baby would feel nothing? They kill it, Mom. End its life. It's cruel and dangerous and you are suggesting it to me? This argument is over. Period." I hung up the phone, my whole body shaking with tears. How could people treat me this way? I wasn't dying. There was a tiny chance that I would die from child birth. With all the care and advanced technology I was as safe as I could be. I heard some quiet footsteps. They were sharp and soft at the same time as Iron came over, gently rubbing my back.
"This isn't a mistake, Lapzi. We are going to do everything we can for this young life. I promise." I knew he heard everything as he spoke so gently to me. I collapsed into his chest for what felt like the hundredth time.
We ate burnt stir fry for dinner and went to bed early. I didn't have trouble sleeping like last night for my eyes were too tired from crying to stay open any longer. The last thing I felt was the lightest kiss on my forehead. Then I dreamt of a beautiful little baby with dark eyes like Iron's. If I had been awake, I would have cried. Iron was in every single one of my dreams, without exception. And that gave me strength to know that.

Iron was still set on giving the baby its own room. He was unsure for a baby can cry quite often. I reminded him that no matter what we did, it would take some time for the baby to get adjusted to the outside world and it would cry no matter what he did about it. That seemed to patch things up for a while. Until the mood swings and cravings set in. I wanted this, I wanted that. I was hot, I was cold. Nothing seemed to make it better. I cried over the smallest things, I laughed overly loud at others. It was a definite panic moment{s} for me. Iron stuck through with me, trying to jump through every hoop I requested him of. He seemed happy enough to leave at 8:34 pm just to get me a slice of pizza. The cravings were hard to deal with, but with such a good husband who helps fit my every need we were doing it. We were getting through this. Except for the minor fact I was prone to calling him off for the slightest things.
"Why do you always have to leave your shoes right in front of the door? I don't quite enjoy tripping over them every time I come home." My words were like blows. Iron flinched without fail when I yelled at him. It seemed like every syllable drove the knife deeper and deeper, twisting it around to cause more pain. The terrible hurt in Iron's eyes was lost while I went on in heated tones. My pointless rampages went on more and more often. There didn't go by a day, maybe and hour, that I didn't scowl threateningly. What I didn't tell Iron was that I was going insane. When he wasn't home, I fell into a horrible spiral. A vortex, intent on sucking me down into darkness forever more. It was the worry I felt for the sake of the child, it was the doubt that I wasn't sure we could do this, it was the pressure of it all, crashing down on my shoulders. It was a weight I was afraid to say, I couldn't bare. But when Iron was around, things seemed better. I could smile, I could laugh, I could convince myself this wouldn't be that difficult. But I knew Iron wasn't buying this lie. He could sense it, I just knew it could. But I was too foolish to do anything about it. All I heard in my mind was but's, if's, maybe's, and the one word that wouldn't leave no matter how hard I tried: Abortion. I could end all this mindful massacre with one visit. But I didn't. I couldn't do it.
"Iron? Babe?" Silence met my words. The strange silence that settles in your ear drums. The silence that lingers and stretches without fail. I had been out most of the day but when I returned, dread filled my mind. There was no shoes to trip over. No hastely scribbled note to apologize for lateness. No warm, dark eyes to melt my heart. He wasn't here. I had turned this relationship into a nightmare. Hysteria crept up my spine, I raced through the apartment, searching, searching, searching... For a sign, for something! He had left me. I was alone. "No. T-This can't be. He- He wouldn't..." I hated him for leaving. I loved him so much and how did he repay me? I was scared to be so alone in the world. There was no clues of struggle. He had not been abducted. He had left. Willingly.

{I can't figure out why my posts are so clumped together, like one line right on top of thee other >.< Over coding on my part?
And I had written the latest part but then the computer had like, crashed. T.T So it was much better and I might have to re-write this </3 But. People like it ;3}

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Rose>
and
Buddy>

Wouldn't that be inbreeding because they are from the same litter? :I

Accually no because they come from a different litter and different month.

[Tammanae]

Accually no because they come from a different litter and different month.

Not gonna get into the inbreeding debate, but they are from the same litter and therefore obviously from the same month.

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[faraday]

Laplizul {f} •○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○• Iron {m}

{Full Stories}

Another week past. I finally won the debate that the baby would sleep in our room. Being so excited at being a mother - and terrified - I wanted to keep the baby with me at all times. It made me estatic that Iron felt the same way. As I was making a surprise dinner for Iron after his long day at work {He was working like mad trying to earn a great living for our baby} when I heard the phone ring. It was our doctor. They wanted to check on the baby and the thought of seeing the tiny form, even if entirely vague, of our child. It was too early to tell if it was a boy or a girl but I had a random request: I didn't want to know if it was a baby gir or boy until I saw them face to face. Was it old-fashioned of me? Yes. Was it pointless? Not to me. I wanted to experience everything I could from his little human, the good and the bad. There was no way I was going to miss out on all the excitement of a baby.
After setting a time for tomorrow to come in, I went back to the stir fry I was happily working over. Then, Ring ring...Ring ring... I wished I had looked at the ID number.
"Look, I know you are really excited - I have no idea why - but don't you think you're rushing into this so early? I mean, you barely dated the boy and now your married, expecting a child! How do you think that makes me feel? I just feel as if you aren't listening to a word I say, Laplizul!" It was my mother. How unfortunate.
"Mom. I'm done trying to argue about it. I want this baby. I-" She cut me off suddenly.
"Honey, you know the baby wouldn't feel a thing if you got an abortion. It would make you feel better, not having to go through all the trouble and struggle of a baby-" I cut her off this time.
"How dare you say that, Mom! Iron and I are the only thing this baby has to rely on. Its life hasn't even started. It probably doesn't look like much but what about in a few years? A personality, a life, dreams, goals, parents that love it. And I will not end that. How do you know the baby would feel nothing? They kill it, Mom. End its life. It's cruel and dangerous and you are suggesting it to me? This argument is over. Period." I hung up the phone, my whole body shaking with tears. How could people treat me this way? I wasn't dying. There was a tiny chance that I would die from child birth. With all the care and advanced technology I was as safe as I could be. I heard some quiet footsteps. They were sharp and soft at the same time as Iron came over, gently rubbing my back.
"This isn't a mistake, Lapzi. We are going to do everything we can for this young life. I promise." I knew he heard everything as he spoke so gently to me. I collapsed into his chest for what felt like the hundredth time.
We ate burnt stir fry for dinner and went to bed early. I didn't have trouble sleeping like last night for my eyes were too tired from crying to stay open any longer. The last thing I felt was the lightest kiss on my forehead. Then I dreamt of a beautiful little baby with dark eyes like Iron's. If I had been awake, I would have cried. Iron was in every single one of my dreams, without exception. And that gave me strength to know that.

Iron was still set on giving the baby its own room. He was unsure for a baby can cry quite often. I reminded him that no matter what we did, it would take some time for the baby to get adjusted to the outside world and it would cry no matter what he did about it. That seemed to patch things up for a while. Until the mood swings and cravings set in. I wanted this, I wanted that. I was hot, I was cold. Nothing seemed to make it better. I cried over the smallest things, I laughed overly loud at others. It was a definite panic moment{s} for me. Iron stuck through with me, trying to jump through every hoop I requested him of. He seemed happy enough to leave at 8:34 pm just to get me a slice of pizza. The cravings were hard to deal with, but with such a good husband who helps fit my every need we were doing it. We were getting through this. Except for the minor fact I was prone to calling him off for the slightest things.
"Why do you always have to leave your shoes right in front of the door? I don't quite enjoy tripping over them every time I come home." My words were like blows. Iron flinched without fail when I yelled at him. It seemed like every syllable drove the knife deeper and deeper, twisting it around to cause more pain. The terrible hurt in Iron's eyes was lost while I went on in heated tones. My pointless rampages went on more and more often. There didn't go by a day, maybe and hour, that I didn't scowl threateningly. What I didn't tell Iron was that I was going insane. When he wasn't home, I fell into a horrible spiral. A vortex, intent on sucking me down into darkness forever more. It was the worry I felt for the sake of the child, it was the doubt that I wasn't sure we could do this, it was the pressure of it all, crashing down on my shoulders. It was a weight I was afraid to say, I couldn't bare. But when Iron was around, things seemed better. I could smile, I could laugh, I could convince myself this wouldn't be that difficult. But I knew Iron wasn't buying this lie. He could sense it, I just knew it could. But I was too foolish to do anything about it. All I heard in my mind was but's, if's, maybe's, and the one word that wouldn't leave no matter how hard I tried: Abortion. I could end all this mindful massacre with one visit. But I didn't. I couldn't do it.
"Iron? Babe?" Silence met my words. The strange silence that settles in your ear drums. The silence that lingers and stretches without fail. I had been out most of the day but when I returned, dread filled my mind. There was no shoes to trip over. No hastely scribbled note to apologize for lateness. No warm, dark eyes to melt my heart. He wasn't here. I had turned this relationship into a nightmare. Hysteria crept up my spine, I raced through the apartment, searching, searching, searching... For a sign, for something! He had left me. I was alone. "No. T-This can't be. He- He wouldn't..." I hated him for leaving. I loved him so much and how did he repay me? I was scared to be so alone in the world. There was no clues of struggle. He had not been abducted. He had left. Willingly.

{I can't figure out why my posts are so clumped together, like one line right on top of thee other >.< Over coding on my part?}

Make him come back~ D8

-crycrysobsob-

Beautiful. Amazing. Fantastic. I love this.