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[JamBlack]

Bertie

Siobhan (in anthro form)

Oh how you hated them.

The Humans. You hated them, But not me.

I was special you said, I was different, Wasn't like them. Maybe that's why I loved you so.

I wasn't special. Another horse obsessed teen they called me. You were special, a real gentleman. Sure you'd bite and kick. Hell, you even fractured my arm with a good swing of your feet. I still loved you.

I wish she hadn't gone out, found you in the stable. I wish Rosie hadn't found your graceful body lying in the shavings. You were so skinny, bones and skin. I had tried everything, simple and expensive. Everything that was possible, I tried it. It wasn't enough.

How could you leave me? No mother outlives her child.

But I outlived you. My miserable old nag.

Based on my Mum and her deeply missed horse Bertie <3

[~~*~Isis~*~~]

Devin {m} ♥ Hollywood {f}

Is it wrong to say that these two may have been made for eachother?

Story will come soon if anyone likes the pair.

8D i would love to see them two with a story!

This would be a story i'd read

[~~*~Isis~*~~]

Bertie

Siobhan (in anthro form)

Oh how you hated them.

The Humans. You hated them, But not me.

I was special you said, I was different, Wasn't like them. Maybe that's why I loved you so.

I wasn't special. Another horse obsessed teen they called me. You were special, a real gentleman. Sure you'd bite and kick. Hell, you even fractured my arm with a good swing of your feet. I still loved you.

I wish she hadn't gone out, found you in the stable. I wish Rosie hadn't found your graceful body lying in the shavings. You were so skinny, bones and skin. I had tried everything, simple and expensive. Everything that was possible, I tried it. It wasn't enough.

How could you leave me? No mother outlives her child.

But I outlived you. My miserable old nag.

Based on my Mum and her deeply missed horse Bertie <3

very sweet

[aquamarine]

My sad attempt at a typical, teenage love drama :3 Don't hate!

Danny [m] xx Sinclair [f]



"Baby, please."
I rolled my eyes and continued to walk away. "Don't talk to me." I hissed.
"Sin, please." He grabbed my arm and whirled me around so that I was facing him. I stared into his pleading, sorrowful eyes.
"What, Danny?" I deadpanned him. "What could you possibly have to say to me? We're finished."
"What! No, don't say that. Come on now.." He tried to lean in to kiss me but stumbled. I pulled away, utterly disgusted. He was wasted and I was done with his drunken ways. Before he could gather himself up again, I quickly wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes.

Come on, Sin. I thought to myself angrily. Quit crying. He cheated on you. He's not good for you. He's always drinking and always pulling you into his drama. You can do better. You don't need him!

Danny called out my name again, but I refused to look back at his pathetic, drunken self.
"Sinclair! Wait!" he slurred. Ignoring the hot tears that were threatening to spill over, I made an attempt to quicken my step but not before his arm caught mine and pulled me close to him once more.

"Stop! Let go of me, Danny." I shrieked, trying to pull away.
He pulled me even closer and whispered into my ear.

"I love you, Sinny."

I froze.
Never before had he said those three little words.

Well, hell...

thank you thank you thank you everyone who commented <3

[Utopia]

James ------------ and ------------ Alice

„James, you have to settle down! I don’t care – no, I don’t care – you’re going to listen, young man! You’re going to – James, you get back here this instant!”
I remember my father yelling at me, his usual smoothness gone. He looked as he was ready to tear down the whole house, be it as it may. I never have seen his as furious as that time before or ever again – he was an noble, after all, and he valued his calm, superior appearance. That day, it seemed as if he was going to burst of his own rage.
What had happened? Nothing munch in particular. I had failed one of my exams – again – despite the probably costly tutoring of one of the country’s best jurisprudents. I had been threatened to be expelled from university – again – if I continued to skip my courses, attempts which had always failed because of the large sums my family directed to the university’s budget. I had ignored several invitations to tea, house concerts and a land excursion – again – which probably had coasted me just as many excellent fiancés. I had entirely “forgot” about the appointment with one of my father’s affiliates in order to instead consult my tailor about getting a new wardrobe for summer – again.
So far, nothing had been out of the usual and that was exactly why I was able to figure out what this had to be all about. As usual, my father – and my whole family – was probably a tad displeased with my way of life. Call them stuck up, call them archaic, superficial and only interested in their own benefit (which would be all true nevertheless) but they always knew what they wanted. Or rather: What they did not want and that was far too many things for my liking. In fact, they seemed to despise anything that was fun. Going for a drink with my buddies? No. Watching a play in one of London’s lesser established theatres, where the mob was raging below the filthy galleries? Not discussable. Exploring the dockland pubs and the backyard opium dens in the docklands? Not even thinkable. Coming home late, brought by two police men? Let’s go hang yourself, son.
So far, so good. The only problem was that I had no idea what I had done this time. I was able to recall just as many delinquencies as usual yet I was quite positive that he didn’t know of all. It would have been foolish to tell him and so I decided to keep the damage as minimal as possible, grabbed my suit coat and left with flying colours. At least I like to think I did it with flying colours – others would probably just say I slammed the door right into my father’s face and raced down the corridor like a storm cloud passing by…only that I was better-looking than your average storm cloud.
But as I was saying, I left with flying colours. I had no intent of listening to the whole sermon that was waiting for me – I thought it only would be the usual verbiage. I should have stayed and listened but alas, I did not. The whole world was at my command or so I thought back then. Why should I have stopped to bother with trivialities? The reason for my father’s rage was far from trivial but I didn’t know that back then. I didn’t quite realize that kings would always have hangmen at their command and a hangman is something that even a king can’t control.
Back then, I didn’t bother to think about things like that. It’s strange, isn’t it – how munch only a few years can change. Anyway, I stormed out of my father’s office, down the corridor and straight out of the house. I didn’t even bother to change as I would normally do before leaving the house, I didn’t stop to grab my hat, I just chose the straightest bee-line out and marched down the street as if I was going to murder the next person that dared to cross my way.

Thinking back, I’ll have to admit that I probably was indeed as furious as my father (or at least I thought I was). I never saw why he was bothered as munch as he was. What I did was just about normal. All young men did. Well, not all – but those who had the money, the family name and the connections. I had those (to be exact: my family had them) and I had enough of them to romp through with nearly everything. It just didn’t matter, I would eventually end up being paid for lending my family’s name to a lawyer’s office, I would eventually find a woman whom I could marry and forget and I would eventually be just as rich and influential as my father.
It never occurred to me that there were other possibilities than this one. I simply stalked though the streets, brooding and ready to snap at everyone that dared to approach me – which wasn’t the smartest thing to do but who was I to care? – however after maybe an hour or two, it resumed in calming me down. It was already getting dark at that point of time and I had the distinct feeling that dinnertime was arriving as the streets got emptier and emptier. Let me tell you: It is not – and I repeat that: not – the best idea to walk around in obviously expensive clothing after dark, especially not if you are alone and unarmed (which I was both). Luckily enough I recognized the district I was in. There was a friend of mine living only a few streets away and who would be more than willing to accommodate me for the night (or even a few nights if needed).
And I was right: As soon as the door opened, Evelyn practically launched herself at me, dropping her usual lady-like behaviour in order to nearly drag me into the house, past her stoic house maid and directly into the salon, where the usual soirée already waited for us. It was only the typical party of that time, women with scandalously deep décolleté necklines and more jewellery than your average jeweller could produce in a lifetime, men with their ties loosened, alcoholics scattered on tiny tables all around the room. Everyone seemed a little more good-natured than normal and some of the women had draped themselves more or less elegantly around a man. I think I recall some of the guests vanishing together as the night went by but the memory is rather foggy as I didn’t eat dinner that day and my drinks soon got to me.
I didn’t know when I first saw her. It was sometime during that night, but when exactly I have no idea. You sure know all that ‘love on first sight’-stuff? Nonsense. She neither struck me as desirable nor interesting that evening, she only struck me as entirely unfitting. She was too tall, too lanky, too normal. Every woman in the room had at least tried to appear charming – it was clear that she was the only exception. I gestured to Evelyn from where I was sitting, whereas she strode over to me and draped herself – possibly extremely elegantly in a sort of careless way as she has mastered such poses to a degree that is simply unbelievable and it always leaves me wondering how long learning that had to take – around my shoulders. I think I asked something along the lines of “Who is this?” and pointed to the unfamiliar woman sitting at the far corner of the room and was trying most intently to look unaffected by everything around her.
The following events are for whatever reason a little bit clearer to me and I suppose they went by as following: Of course Evelyn had to take her time, snuggle up against me for a second and when she finally answered I think I could feel her breath against my neck, which finally led to the two of us vanishing for the rest of the night and leaving the house maids to take care of the mess. When I woke up the next morning, I had entirely forgotten about the strange woman and therefore spend the day happily with nursing my hangover.
I went home again that evening. My anger was gone and I thought that my father’s would have ceased, too. I was dead wrong. As soon as I set foot in the entrance hall of my tenement, my mother swept down on me like a hawk on it’s unsuspecting prey and dragged me off to the salon. Sadly enough, this time there was no soirée waiting for me. I was ushered into the room, the door was shut and there was I to face my father who – for one time – did not explode as soon as I was near enough to hear him. He stayed eerily calm throughout the whole situation and it was this that made me realize how dire the situation actually was and it was dire indeed.
The family council had decided to disown me and sign me up with the military if I did not marry within a month. I have never and will never understand why they estimated that marrying would solve all their problems with me but maybe they were acting more intelligently than I like to think. Maybe they knew what they did. Maybe they did not. It doesn’t matter anyway.

“I shall give you a minute to come up with a decent fiancé. That concubine of yours is not acceptable – she is possibly going to end up with one of the lesser nobles anyway. Well, your minute is already ticking away, son.”

I probably should have yelled at him for calling Evelyn a concubine but instead I said without giving anything - the situation, the thought itself, anything - a second thought the first female name that crossed my mind.

“Alice Gascoyne-Cecil.”

Let’s say that she wasn’t exactly pleased to be married off to a man that she had first encountered as the lover of one of her best friends. Let’s say that I wasn’t too keen on that marriage either, especially after said best friend dumped me unceremoniously after finding out what had happened. Said best friend also told me in the most nonchalant tone I have ever heard that if I dared to play “my usual little games” with my soon-to-be wife, she would remove some of my manlier parts with her own hands (which would have been funny if she hadn’t appeared to be dead set on it – Evelyn was never one to be faithful).
Let’s say that surprisingly enough the family council managed to come to the only good decision that I have ever heard of.

[author's note] And another ridiculously long story... although it isn't as long as the first one. Let's see if anyone is able to spot a connection. [/author's note]

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[~~*~Isis~*~~]

I`d love to see these two together:


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Its like they where made to be together

[Kore]

♂Edgar♂ ♥ ♀Mira♀

Part One

Bleary eyes opened slowly, the monotonous beeping greeting the small girl’s ears. Her head was swimming in a sea of haze and confusion, and the numerous bright lights didn’t help much either. Still, she forced herself to sit up, and nearly fell out of the bed for it too. Slowly, the vertigo began to fade, and the child was able to more easily take in her surroundings.

Everything was so white. The brightness of the walls just made her so uncomfortable. The place simply felt so void of life, emotion. Colour. There were machines hooked up to her, like what aliens might use to suck out the invisible life force of a child. Wherever she was, this certainly wasn’t her home. And she certainly didn’t want to be here either.

Her tiny hand grasped around the thing clipped to her finger, trying with little success to pull it off. She was a half a second away from calling out for her mother to help, when she was startled as someone burst through the door. With a small jump and jerk, she looked up to see a woman in white and blue scrubs.

“Oh, Mira, honey! Don’t take that off!” she rushed to the girl’s side where she readjusted the clip on her finger.

“Who-- Where am I?” Mira blurted as she struggled to pull away. “Where’s Mama and Papa? Mom! Papa!” The girl called out as she continued to fight this lady who seemed to be so clearly working with the life sucking aliens. She didn’t even seem to notice the woman’s troubled expression.

~~~~

Never had a child seemed so happy with a cup of jello, as the young girl cheerfully placed each jiggling spoonful in her mouth. Who would’ve guessed such a large appetite would be wielded by someone clutching onto a dusty and worn teddy bear.

“Mmm, yum!” Mira smacked her lips together as she placed the empty cup on the tray before her. “Mr Nibbs says he really li-liked it Ms. Jack,” she added, much slower than usual as she was being careful to enunciate more clearly. The woman, Ms. Jack, gave a simple nod and smile as she gathered up the tray and handed them to another nurse beside her.

It was funny how just some time ago, Mira had believed this place to be a alien facility for life sucking, and that Ms. Jack was one of those aliens. Now however, the girl knew this was a hospital, Ms. Jack was a nurse, and Dr. Long-name-that-was-difficult-to-pronounce was, well, a doctor. Mira simply just called him Mr. Doctor.

“Hey, Ms. Jack, can I go see my parents soon?” she suddenly perked, a quiet and yet bright smile upon her face. “I promise I won’t wake them up, I just want to watch them sleep.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true. While Mira wouldn’t intentionally wake them up, she did hold the desire that they should suddenly wake up so that the first thing they would see would be their daughter.

“We’ll see Mira. You,” Ms. Jack kept her voice both stern and kind, “you and Mr. Nibbs should get some more rest first. Till then, I’ll be back in a bit to change your bandages, kay?” the woman flashed a smile before hurrying out of the room, with a man in a white coat hot on her trail.

It was no mystery to Ms. Jack why “Mr. Doctor” was following her, he wanted a talk. Privately. Even without exchange words, she knew what was to come. And so, quietly the woman lead the way to his office, her footsteps swift as she slipped inside.

Safely out of the hallway, the man took a seat at his desk as he ran his hand through his dark hair. “So,” Ms. Jack hummed quietly, “have someone been found to take her in, Dr. Shamiska?” She treaded her tone carefully, as if she were trying not to shatter glass with the sound of her own voice.

“Yeah,” Shamiska sighed, “her Aunt Estel. She’ll be coming for a visit, and in two weeks time she’ll take the girl to live with her.” He rubbed gingerly at his temples, his eyes unfocused and almost fully closed. He took a deep breath, before straightening himself up and fixing his cold dark eyes on the nurse. “Ms. Jack, what you did was completely unacceptable.”

“I-I’m sorry Mr. Shamiska. I was trying to break it softly to the girl--”
“Tell me Ms. Jack, how do you break it softly to a child?!” he gave a curt interruption, now standing up at full height. “Do you lie to her?” His expression was cold and harsh, peering so easily through the woman before him.
“I didn’t mean to lie. I just thought that maybe. . . that maybe withholding the information for just a bit longer would be easier--”
“Easier?!” Shamiska’s face was flushing red now, as steam all but came out of his flaring nostrils. “Easier for who, her or you? Because this sure as hell won’t be easier for her. How do we tell Mira her parents are dead now?!”

Ms. Jack might’ve answered, or maybe she wouldn’t have. Whatever her actions, they were replaced as she turned to face the sudden creak of the door. There, standing barefoot and trapped between the hall and the office, was a little girl in a blue flannel dress, her expression and mind blank as her grip on Mr. Nibbs only tightened.

~~The True Beginning~~

Music drifted so lightly through the air, and was the only thing from keeping an era of awkward silence of taking over. The car was stuffy, as it should be after such a long ride. However, the clustered feeling might have been in part to the sheer reluctance to talk. The blonde in the front seat had tried to engage in conversation at first, but after several fruitless attempts had just given up and let the thought drop. And Mira was too withdrawn within her own thoughts to even try.

Everything was just a large mass of haze. Mira didn’t even remember anything that had happened back at the hospital. It was as if her mind had suddenly shut off, and she had been left on autopilot the entire time. Now, she wasn’t even clear of when she had gotten in this car, or even how long she’d spent in it. The only thing she could vaguely recall was laying down in the back seat and staring down near the floor.

“Mira, we’re here,” the blonde voice kindly coaxed as she watched with blue eyes in the mirror.
“Huh?” Mira lifted up her head, glancing outside the window. “Oh, okay Aunt E.” She climbed carefully out of the car, pulling Mr. Nibbs along with her. A pair of brown eyes gazed up at this simple abode; her new home. It looked exactly as she remembered.

The walls were either a dirty yellow, or a faded brown, and almost all the windows were paneled with coloured glass. A cobblestone path lead up to the front door, with weeds and yellow flowers sprouting up through the cracks. The front yard was unkempt, just as Mira knew the backyard to be, with shrubs climbing up the walls. Ah, home sweet home.

She took a steadying breath, her gaze shifted over to her aunt Estel. “Aunt E? Can I go, uhh. . .” she pointed towards the back of the house, “to swing?” The woman gave her a nod, which was all Mira needed to walk through the tall grasses and around the house.

In the backyard, she found the swing that had been tied to the lowest branch of a large oak. This oak Mira knew to reach up to the guest room on the second floor, her new room. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to life in the middle of the night and steal her from her bed, but she knew that was a ridiculous notion. She was too strong for a tree.

“Who are you?” the girl jumped at the voice as her hand just grasped onto the swing’s rope. Her eyes met the red ones of a boy with flaxen hair. He was tall enough to be about eight or nine, which meant he was all too clearly taller than the five year old little girl.

“Who are you?” Mira repeated with a curious look, having never seen this boy before.
“I asked you first,” he countered quickly, his hand whipping the hair from his eyes.
“I asked you second?” Mira was blunt to point out as her grip around her teddy tightened.
“Yeah, and?” the boy raised an eyebrow, unable to see how her statement made a relevant point.
“Fiwst the worst, second the best.” the girl managed to say without singing it or sticking out her tongue, which in itself was rather mature for her.

The flaxen male laughed and shook his head. “That lame excuse?” he watched her as if expecting her answer, but she remained unresponsive. “Fine, I’ll go first then,” he sighed, scratching at the back of his head. “I’m Edgar.”
“Edguh?” Mira cocked her head slightly in question.
“Edgar.” He corrected with a curt nod.
Still, the girl continued pronouncing it just a bit off. “Edguh.”

“Just call me Eddie,” he finally intervened, swiftly waving off this pattern that seemed to be forming rather quickly. “So, who are you?” he directed the question towards the girl in her floral dress.
“Oh! I’m Mira, and this is Mr. Nibbs,” she held up her old teddy and gently pushed his arm so he waved for Eddie.

“Well Mira, you must be new here, so let me tell you something,” he was fast in coming to stand beside her, his head ducked lower to her level. “You see that swing you’re holding? That swing, this old tree, and that house all have one thing in common. They all belong to the evil witch who lives here.”

“Nu uh!” Mira was quick to deny, her lips pulled down in a pouty frown. “You’re lying!”
“No really!” Edgar struggled to hide his smile of amusement, “I’ve seen her! She likes to caste spells on small little girls and suck their youth out.”
With her feet spread and her hands on her hips, Mira stared down this flaxen boy. “No she doesn’t. My aunt’s not a witch. You’re a witch!”

For a brief moment there, Eddie was stumped. Did he just hear that right? “Your. . . Your aunt?”
“Yeah, my Aunt E. Come on, I’ll show you,” Mira replied determinedly, taking a firm hold of the boy’s hand with the one that wasn’t clutching Mr. Nibbs.
“Uhh, no, that’s okay,” he tried to weasel his way out of it. His words were far from too late however, as the fired up girl refused to take no, or any other variation of no, as an answer.

[To Be Continued. . .]

Ugh, it's soo long. >_> To anyone who actually goes through to read it, sorry about the length. ^^;;

[~~*~Isis~*~~]

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