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

[Wind Song]

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~~~ Blossom Wind ♥ Hi no Tori ~~~

The Indian and the Ninja x3 How cute. I can imagine their puppies now.. *.*

[iPawki]

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~~~ Blossom Wind ♥ Hi no Tori ~~~

The Indian and the Ninja x3 How cute. I can imagine their puppies now.. *.*

I love this <33 And the items look gorgeous on Blossom Wind ^-^

[Wind Song]

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~~~ Blossom Wind ♥ Hi no Tori ~~~

The Indian and the Ninja x3 How cute. I can imagine their puppies now.. *.*

I love this <33 And the items look gorgeous on Blossom Wind ^-^

Nawwh thank you :3 Yush I just love items o.o

[Glowbee]

::The start of their story, from Penelope's perspective::

Penelope//Alec//Uec
What is life?
Is it air moving through your lungs, or bloods coursing through your veins? Is it running through the forest, sleeping under a million stars, or kissing your lover?
I have time to ponder these questions now. Once many years ago, it was the first to me; now I’m not so certain.
I know I’m alive- I still think and see. My body is forever frozen in time, sculpted in flawless stone, now crumbling with age.
Still, I cannot help but wonder.
~*~
My story begins when I was a girl, the daughter of wealthy innkeepers. For ten and four generations The Damselfly Inn had been in our family, always passed down to the eldest son- in my case, my father. I was an only child; mother carried many more babes but all were lost before they lived, or shortly after their arrival in this world. It was then my fascination with life began. What caused it? Why did it end? Who chose when it ended? What was it to live? My mama had no answers for me, and would send me outside to play.
When I was five years old, a cousin came to live with us. When I asked my father why, he avoided the question with bedtime. I soon came to realize it was to train my cousin Buford how to become an innkeeper! I was furious, and ran to my father in a huff demanding why I shouldn’t run the inn. Buford (much to my embarrassment) began to laugh out loud- a mirthless, condescending sound, void of emotion.
“Women,” he began, “Are meant to look handsome and bear children- not run inns.”
Well, I threw myself on him, spitting and clawing like a wildcat. When my father finally pulled me off him, I was quite pleased with the results. He had a bloodied nose and long scratches around his eyes and ears, and was bellowing angrily at me. The words he used were too foul to be written by a lady, much less said.
We were both sent to bed with no supper that night. It was then I decided to spite my family for what they’d decided, and be naught but a handsome, quiet girl.

;;Part Two;;
New cast member;

//Mirandelle//
From that night on, each morning I would rise with the sun and bathe in expensive soaps and oils guests would ‘forget’ (I could not help if they happened to lose themselves in my deep apron pockets!). After I was sleek furred and desirably scented I would have my mother brush my pelt to silk with a bristly brush made from horse hair. Then, I’d sit about the inn demurely and avert my eyes coyly from the gaze of handsome men. I was my fathers pride and my mother’s joy, but I was bored to tears. I ached to run and play with the other children in our village. I restrained myself, and only ventured out in immaculate bonnets and dresses of pure white. I pretended to be disgusted with their juvenile antics- throwing mud, wrestling, and playing tag by the river- when all I wanted to do was join them. Instead, with my mother I went to market. I loved seeing the merchant’s wares of silk and jewels and exotic spices. Sometimes, if a young man was running the stall, I would be showered with small gifts, to compliment my beauty, in return for a kiss upon a cheek.
One morning, when I was thirteen (and considered myself a woman) and at the market, the Royal family was at the market.
It was a sight to be seen- The King and Queen adorned in silk and velvet robes encrusted in diamonds and rubies, their coachmen and servants in blood red and white garments, more modest, but just as spectacular in a different way.
Then there was the prince.
He was handsome, with a complicated black and white pelt- swirling and circling in an endless pattern. He was dashing, and had an air of arrogance around him. Instantly, I decided he was who I would pursue. I’d always known I’d be royalty one day.
As I patiently waited for his eyes to meet mine, and for him to be smitten by my beauty, someone gently nudged my shoulder. I glanced over my shoulder, and found myself gazing into a pair of deep golden eyes.
Alec.
“Hullo Penelope,” he barked cheerfully.
“Want to come play? We’re playing hide and seek by the sycamore river.”
My mind warred. I desperately wanted to go and have fun, and Alec was so charming- but what if I missed my opportunity with the prince? I looked up at my mother helplessly. She smiled and nodded.
“Go on- you haven’t had a good romp in months darling.”
I grinned happily and dashed after Alec, after pulling off my fancy clothes and handing them to my mother. The children cheered when we returned- they’d been coaxing me to play with them for weeks.
After much bickering, I was made ‘it’. I groaned and moaned as they ran and hid. As I counted aloud, thinking of how foolish this game was, I felt someone watching me. Slowly, I uncovered my eyes and glanced towards the market. Sure enough, two large, blood red eyes were locked in an intent gaze with mine. The owner of the eyes blushed and looked away quickly, embarrassed.
Uec.
A small pair of green eyes watched me with cold fury that though through my giddiness I did not notice. They belonged to a powerful and young girl travelling with the prince- his playmate and sorceress, who was, tragically, in love with him.
Unknowingly, I’d made a powerful enemy that day, just by making a boy blush.

[faraday]

William......Maji

The Hunter and his Prey

India was quite large, and quite frankly, smelt of elephant dung. I had to keep telling myself I was here, for what all the other hollywood actors came here for- the tiger hunting. From what I heard it was wonderful- you go out into the wild with nothing but guns, water, food, and elephants, and you strike down as many tigers as you can find. My goal is to get so many, I won't be able to count them on my fingers. "William!" I heard my guide call, motioning me over to a large elephant. "This is Thalji, my elephant. She will hold the honor, of taking us tiger hunting." He said in a thick indian accent, his thick mustache dripping with dust and sweat. I chuckled at the elephant, and put my hands on my hips. "Your elephant is an ugly beast, no? I'm off to get some water." My guide took my insult like a punch in the stomach, and furrowed his eyebrows, whispering comforting words to the elephant in indian. "What a strange man." I coughed, rubbing dust out of my eyes. It was awfully hot, dry, and dusty. I kept a container of eyedrops in my left pocket, like my angent told me. She didn't want me cringing in pictures the press took of me, holding my kill. I got to the tent, where there were bottles of water. I grabbed on by the neck, and just as I was about to take a swig, I heard all of the guides yelling for their customers, "Come! The hunt begins!"

It was so oblivious- it just stood there, munching grass, like the fat little animal it was. Munch, crunch, munch, crunch. Was all it did. It was not get in my kill zone, so I had to be patient and wait for it's grazing instincts to drive it closer towards me. I had been waiting there, for what had seemed like hours, to wrap my jaws around it's throat, and bring it back to my cubs. They had just been weaned off of my milk- they had been weaned too early, but I couldn't help it. I stopped producing milk, because I was too hungry, and now my poor cubs would have to suffer. Spend long days, licking bones that had the flesh torn off of them long ago. The axis deer took a step towards me, streching it's neck out to nibble on grass, just a few feet away from my claws. Yes. I thought, crouching, getting in position to strike. I lunged, my claws slashing empty air. Even before I had lunged, something had startled it. But what? Then I heard it. The heavy footsteps of elephants- but a strange garbled noise was intermixed with the elephant's trumpets and earth shaking footsteps. It was the sound of a very strange animal, that's for sure. I pushed my way through the tall grass, peering through the blades that were still in front of me. There were strange, naked fleshy animals, perched atop the elephants. They were quite ugly. They had fur ontop of their head, and strange cloths draped in their bodies. And to make them even stranger, they had no tails. I watched as they began to pass, sticking my nose out just a bit further, to catch their scent, and tell the story about the strange naked creatures to my cubs, and tell them how they scared the prey away, when the elephants stopped. The creatures made a strange hissing noise, and pointed in my direction. One of the creatures pulled out a large stick, and pointed it at me, one eye open, one eye shut. I purrend with contempt, what strange creatures! Then there was a loud bang, and blood splattered along my body.

"Good shot boy!" My guide cried out, throwing his arms around me. "Now go fetch your kill, don't be afraid is her eyes are still open, she won't hurt you." I nodded, still shaking from the loud bang from the gun. "Alright then." I said, carefully hopping off of the elephant, and hesitantly made my way to the fallen beast. It was a female, and a skinny one at that. I had hit her in the arm, but the magnitude of blood was astonishing- I must have hit an artery. She moaned in pain, and it made my knees wobbly. What had I done to this beautiful creature? She bellowed again, her eyes dim. I glanced back at my guide, who was looking in the other direction. "Good." I whispered to myself, and tore off a piece of my shirt, and wrapped it around the tiger's forearm. I pulled it tight, and stroked her cheek. "I know we will meet again someday. Now go- go." I stage whispered, motioning towards the grass. She seemed to understand me, and stood up, wobbling at first, but managed enough strength to push her way back through the grass. "How will I explain it to my gui... oh!" I put my hand in the pool of blood, and wiped it on the arm where I had ripped part of the sleeve off. I made a fake grimace, and hobbled back to my guide. "She didn't give up without a fight." I lied, biting my lip. "She went back into the jungle. Fancy that, eh?" I chuckled grimly, squinting my eyes shut. "Yes." He replied, cleaning up my "wound". "Fancy that."

[Lanayru]

True l♥ve [♂]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I ♥ U [♀]
Pretty pretty pretty<3 -Must.have.2nd gen.of.these.♥_♥-

[Neku]

True l♥ve [♂]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I ♥ U [♀]
Pretty pretty pretty<3 -Must.have.2nd gen.of.these.♥_♥-

Sadly, it's very unlikely those two will breed...^__^; As they're from the same litter - and whether or not you think that makes them siblings, it'd be a bit to easy to make them work since they were made to look right together...If you get my meaning? x: It'd be like breeding a Sunback with a Sunjewel...

[Coleslaw]

x
Alacianate (a-lay-sea-a-nate) ----------- Apocalypse


And their daughter, Fate

I'll probably make a little story for them later :3

Screw you and your beautiful coontails >:C

Lovely pairing ^^.

<3 Thank you
(I'm running out of ways to dress them D:)

[aquamarine]

Another one of my demented, movie-based pairings :3

Chihiro and Haku (dragon form) ~ Spirited away.

[alas,]

::The start of their story, from Penelope's perspective::

Penelope//Alec//Uec
What is life?
Is it air moving through your lungs, or bloods coursing through your veins? Is it running through the forest, sleeping under a million stars, or kissing your lover?
I have time to ponder these questions now. Once many years ago, it was the first to me; now I’m not so certain.
I know I’m alive- I still think and see. My body is forever frozen in time, sculpted in flawless stone, now crumbling with age.
Still, I cannot help but wonder.
~*~
My story begins when I was a girl, the daughter of wealthy innkeepers. For ten and four generations The Damselfly Inn had been in our family, always passed down to the eldest son- in my case, my father. I was an only child; mother carried many more babes but all were lost before they lived, or shortly after their arrival in this world. It was then my fascination with life began. What caused it? Why did it end? Who chose when it ended? What was it to live? My mama had no answers for me, and would send me outside to play.
When I was five years old, a cousin came to live with us. When I asked my father why, he avoided the question with bedtime. I soon came to realize it was to train my cousin Buford how to become an innkeeper! I was furious, and ran to my father in a huff demanding why I shouldn’t run the inn. Buford (much to my embarrassment) began to laugh out loud- a mirthless, condescending sound, void of emotion.
“Women,” he began, “Are meant to look handsome and bear children- not run inns.”
Well, I threw myself on him, spitting and clawing like a wildcat. When my father finally pulled me off him, I was quite pleased with the results. He had a bloodied nose and long scratches around his eyes and ears, and was bellowing angrily at me. The words he used were too foul to be written by a lady, much less said.
We were both sent to bed with no supper that night. It was then I decided to spite my family for what they’d decided, and be naught but a handsome, quiet girl.

;;Part Two;;
New cast member;

//Mirandelle//
From that night on, each morning I would rise with the sun and bathe in expensive soaps and oils guests would ‘forget’ (I could not help if they happened to lose themselves in my deep apron pockets!). After I was sleek furred and desirably scented I would have my mother brush my pelt to silk with a bristly brush made from horse hair. Then, I’d sit about the inn demurely and avert my eyes coyly from the gaze of handsome men. I was my fathers pride and my mother’s joy, but I was bored to tears. I ached to run and play with the other children in our village. I restrained myself, and only ventured out in immaculate bonnets and dresses of pure white. I pretended to be disgusted with their juvenile antics- throwing mud, wrestling, and playing tag by the river- when all I wanted to do was join them. Instead, with my mother I went to market. I loved seeing the merchant’s wares of silk and jewels and exotic spices. Sometimes, if a young man was running the stall, I would be showered with small gifts, to compliment my beauty, in return for a kiss upon a cheek.
One morning, when I was thirteen (and considered myself a woman) and at the market, the Royal family was at the market.
It was a sight to be seen- The King and Queen adorned in silk and velvet robes encrusted in diamonds and rubies, their coachmen and servants in blood red and white garments, more modest, but just as spectacular in a different way.
Then there was the prince.
He was handsome, with a complicated black and white pelt- swirling and circling in an endless pattern. He was dashing, and had an air of arrogance around him. Instantly, I decided he was who I would pursue. I’d always known I’d be royalty one day.
As I patiently waited for his eyes to meet mine, and for him to be smitten by my beauty, someone gently nudged my shoulder. I glanced over my shoulder, and found myself gazing into a pair of deep golden eyes.
Alec.
“Hullo Penelope,” he barked cheerfully.
“Want to come play? We’re playing hide and seek by the sycamore river.”
My mind warred. I desperately wanted to go and have fun, and Alec was so charming- but what if I missed my opportunity with the prince? I looked up at my mother helplessly. She smiled and nodded.
“Go on- you haven’t had a good romp in months darling.”
I grinned happily and dashed after Alec, after pulling off my fancy clothes and handing them to my mother. The children cheered when we returned- they’d been coaxing me to play with them for weeks.
After much bickering, I was made ‘it’. I groaned and moaned as they ran and hid. As I counted aloud, thinking of how foolish this game was, I felt someone watching me. Slowly, I uncovered my eyes and glanced towards the market. Sure enough, two large, blood red eyes were locked in an intent gaze with mine. The owner of the eyes blushed and looked away quickly, embarrassed.
Uec.
A small pair of green eyes watched me with cold fury that though through my giddiness I did not notice. They belonged to a powerful and young girl travelling with the prince- his playmate and sorceress, who was, tragically, in love with him.
Unknowingly, I’d made a powerful enemy that day, just by making a boy blush.

;u; Both the pairing and the story is great. <3

aquamarine@; That is so cool. I love that movie. o3o