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

[Poison Reaper]

Jenive{f}~~Greyscale{m}

I was there to be pretty. Not to learn, but be there simply to pass the time. Fater paid the teachers to give me A's and 100 on tests that I bombed. I was the rich girl they all envied. You would think that I'm snobby, and stuck up. But I'm not. Nobody's behind me. I'm only skin- deep. They say I have eveything, but truly, I have nothing. I crave friends, and I want aceptance. I keep to my self, untill today, Today, I was ready to learn.

She was the one they all loved. The boys would go after her, but she didn't even bat an eye. Girls wanted to be her. She seemed to go around school in a daze. Like, her body's here, but her mind a million miles away. She was the rich girl. Since she never seemed to hear, or see anyone, she got the rap about being the snobby rich girl. The girls spread nasty rumors about her. Me? Girls came after me, but I just wasn't intrested. Call me a clishe, but I wanted Jenive. I wanted to see the real her. To show the girls that she wasn't snobby. But me? Lots of the jocks would laugh at me. I'm just a boy from the projects, and I don't play any sports. I'm fit, I have a six pack, but I dress differenty from mainsteam. Mostly because the stuff is from the Salvation Army. I was prepared, but not all the time.

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More? .3. [[Names: Je-n-e-v-e]]

[alas,]

Gigglepie and mirjam1997@; I love both of you guys' posts. <3 Giggle, yours brings a lump in my throat, mirjam1997, yours a smile. c':

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Kallen [kall-en] [m] xxx Urbana [er-baan-uh] [f]

hush
the dark circles are shooting down
hush
don t let them find you
hush .

Such a light foot, hardly whispering as it hit the ground. It didn't believe what was going on. Neither did the heart, pumping as fast as the toes flittered across the dirt. The dust behind both was swirling in the air, settling with the oxygen in a brutal dance. Fading away just as the creature who kept Heart and Feet hostage was, in the distance. Shouts after Heart and Feet's owner were ignored, their hatred bleeding through the demands. The being made his feet zip over the land like a jet, slashing even the atmosphere out of its way.

Faster, faster. Heart wouldn't be able to take it. Faster, faster. Feet wouldn't be able to take it. The body parts explained this to their master in a cruel manner; a bloody cough and tumbling down the hill. The creature rolled down down down. Faster, faster. Master wouldn't be able to take it. Faster, faster. Nothing would be able to take it.

But he did. Feet had a hard time coping with the stumble, Heart still thudding in his chest screaming, Kallen, imbecile, Kallen, slow down! But even Kallen's own heart's shouts were ignored. He stood up, shaky and woozy, bolting forwards away from the yelling behind. The noise needed to be distant so it couldn't be formed in the brain as a voice, but a screech as it always should have been.

Just a tiny metal against metal like sound that no one would care about. But since Kallen let words and experiances spill from his mouth, nothing was ever just normal. In fact, normal has dissapated as well as sanity. It was a mad world, and the dark circles in the sky glowing their ghastly purple became as average as a cloud.

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[end part one.]

Thank you, iPawki^^. He may seem very strange in apperance right now, yeah, but sometime in the story you'll see why he looks different than imagined. ;3 And a lovely story, I must add. <33

Carousel@; Lovely blurb, as always. <3

Legacy@; They look cute together, even just as friends. I hope everything is alright...? c:

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Kallen [kall-en] [m] xxx Urbana [er-baan-uh] [f]

hush
the dark circles are shooting down
hush
don t let them find you
hush .

Kih-heh, kih-heh; the boy was breathing hard, his lungs grasping too little oxygen. Kallen's feet and heart were still pumping almost as one, rushing to find a haven somewhere deep inside the forest. The trees were a perfect shade of blue, but still as menacing as a sword. Kallen blended in with the plants as if there were brethren--his kin; the hoodie upon his back matched them. Gradually the male slowed to an even trot, eyes darting across the landscape for a hole. It didn't have to be deep, just...below.

A mossy, decomposing log hid a fox den, a small enclosed space big enough for an adolescent female and newborn kits. Kallen bolted forwards, dodging the roots' knots emerging from the earth. With a pounce, he thumped upon the ground and skidded into the ditch. Hands were both scraped--sharp rocks littered the forest floor. Minute droplets of blood formed small circles of deep red upon his palms. But his eyes didn't flinch. Eye and Eye were too stubborn to shut. However they stared at the ripped up mess.

"Crap," Kallen muttered under his breath, daring to let words trickle from his mouth. He wiped his mitts gingerly along his jacket and nuzzled deeper into the den. Piercing screams like bloody murder echoed inside of the hole, jabbing the boy's ears. Eyes gave in and fluttered closed, trapping out the sound waves. Ears just sat there on Kallen's head, accepting the sound but not agreeing with it. They were pained.

"Nuh~!" He grunted, throwing the backs of his hands to block out the screeching. Closer. They were much closer.

Voices formed. Steps formed. Hissing formed. Hatred dripped through. They were here.

But Kallen couldn't have kept running. So he stayed put.

[end part two.]

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Kallen [kall-en] [m] xxx Urbana [er-baan-uh] [f]

hush
the dark circles are shooting down
hush
don t let them find you
hush .

"I smell him," a voice droned, feet shuffling to turn around. A fellow comrade smirked at him, and with a quick exhale, he replied in a hiss-like tone.

"Yeah? Where." The man spat, hardly asking a question, but spitting out a reply. The other only wearily lifted up a shaking finger with intense amber eyes, and directed everyone to the fox den. Only the unbelieving partner shuffled forwards, and got down on his knees, peering inside the dark hole. His eyes, a blood red, caught sight of something, and a repulsive scent swarmed his nostrils.

"Mmm. Years of searching for this brat, with me being the leader, and a meager follower found him." With a sigh and a tsktsktsk, the man's arms flexed, and he snapped forwards like a bullet ripping through the air. Suddenly, the rest of the group charged after him in the miniscule hole. Screams richocheted off the walls and bodies, blood squirting through the air.

Kallen managed to get past the leader, barreling through the rest of the beings, leaving them all punching and kicking each other. He crawled behind a tree, palms sticky with his own and others' blood, and his nose broken, arm nicked by a dagger than some high-ranking offical had been clinging to. Gingerly he stood, daring to glance back at the pile of men, not listening to their leader's riled demands.

He grinned deviously and bolted inbetween the trees, immediately getting a head-start.

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Berp-bbeeep-bbeeep, berp-bbeeep-bbeeep! Her alarm prodded her, ordering the female to arouse. Slapping the snooze button, she rolled over and wrapped a plush pillow around her head, hair tied in a tight bun. She groan a few minutes later, her extra time of sleep expired, practically punching the off button on her clock. She sat up and rubbed her neck, eyes fluttering open, caked in the yellow dirt that had formed her eyelids over-night.

With another glance at the clock, she cursed to herself in panic.

"Eight?!" Another chorus of cursing. "I'mma be late to work!" She held her skull in her hands and patted her cheeks. "Peh."

Urbana rushed out of the master bedroom and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, washing her face and applying make-up. In one swift movement, she grabbed folded clothing from the counter that she had set up the previous day, and threw it upon her body. Feet slapping against the white tiles of the bathroom, she padded out and ran down the stairs, snatching an old poptart from the side-table and grabbing her pre-toothpaste-coated toothbrush that rested in the downstairs bathroom, and zoomed out the door, but not before making sure her cell and purse were cuddling her arms.

Urbana pulled her keys out of the purse, unlocked her Toyota, hopped in, and drove off to work--a regular lower class job; part-time at a coffee shop. It was still dark outside, the purpley clouds trudging through the sky. It had always been like this ever since she had born. The sky had lost it's gorgeous blue the day she had been reared. Didn't remember a thing. Still doesn't.

Suddenly, a male wearing a blue and black hoodie exploded from the forest lining the road, landing in front of her. She cursed angrily.

"What's your problem?!" The boy turned to look at her, his face bloody and expression petrified still. Urbana gasped and threw open the car door, running up to him. "Are you alright? What happened? What's your name?"

He only responded with: "We must run."

[end part three.]

[IgnoreThisAccount]

Rubin X Moon

Rubin's history:
Rubin's mother was a laboratory dog. She worked hard every day to bring formulas to those scientists. One day, she got the wrong formula. It fell on the ground and a misterious brown lynx X tiger mix appeared in front of her. The lynx destroyed the laboratory, and the scientists fleed from that place. The lynx turned to Rubin's mother (Karia) to destroy her too, but once he looked her in the eyes, he knew it was worth saving her. That lynx/tiger mix was Rubin's father. Once born, Rubin turned out looking pretty weird. But then, the most outrageous thing happened. His father was kidnapped by the five scientists who had Karia as their dog. They took off in a plane, never to be seen again. Rubin then started to ask his mother what he was, and as soon as his mother lied to him, he knew she was lying. He then ran away and met Moon...
Moon's History:
Moon doesn't have a father or moher. Or actually, she does, but they are not dogs. One day the Galaxy met the Sky. They talked and talked and then merged together to create...
(To be finished)

[LostHope]

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Faris and Darkened Glory

[Zeee]

Knight ☾♂ ☽---------------------------ღ ღ--------------------------- Music ☾♀☽
(Symbols from This (copy and paste them)



(Should I write a story? I will. But later. I hope you guys like this pairing!)

[Clowesia]

William Blake xx The Tyger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

~William Blake, 1794

[aquamarine]

[please don't hate, I know the little snippet I wrote doesn't make much sense, but I REALLY wanted to write something to go with the family. Because really. come on, TELL ME they don't fit each other perfectly.]





"With the powers of the skies and stars in my hands, you shall be known from this day as New like the Dawn, for the spangle of colors you inherit from your mother brighten your pure white coat, yet the feather given to you by your noble father gives you the lightness and simplicity of a rising sun."

[TheWhiteWolf]

@aquamarine: I like it.

[micah]

May [♀] --- Diachronikó [○]

She sliced the soft, earthy dirt open with the green-handled shovel. The blistering heat was already getting to the petite girl; she swiped the back of her hand across her forehead. Her eyes spread around the patio, only to see all of the things she had to do. There was a small cherry blossom tree to be planted, along with dozens of flowers. Wonderful.
But she knew the finished product would certainly be a great one.

May's shovel continued to dig, her arm growing tired and sweaty.
"This tree might be a bigger pain than anticipated," she said, chuckling a bit.
She rose, stepping over to the garage. "I have got to find my big shovel..."

May's feet dragged her to the fareast corner, away from the lonely car. The rough hands of hers shuffled and shifted items, until she raised her arm victoriously. "Wala!" Her soft voice chimed, also allowing giggles to escape.

Soon she was back at her post, slamming the shovel into the dirt with her foot. "So much better!" May kept going, increasing productivity ten fold. The brunette's ponytail bobbed as she bopped her head, listening to the soft radio music.

C-Clunk!

May's head shifted to the side, eyes narrow. Her knees brought her down, and her head dropped down. What was that? It seemed that a stony, gray eye was looking straight at her, probably thinking the same thing.

It blinked, she jumped.
"W-What are you?"

Only muffled noises returned from the dirt; quickly she equipped the shovel and went hard at work. Moments ticked by before she could uncover the whole face. Her mouth hung open at the statue's features: it was perfect. Aside from a few--err--minor cracks.
"Thank chu very mach for uncavering meh."

May's eyebrows cinched together. "What?" She laughed. "Wait, here... Let me help you." May extended a hand, reaching down to clear rubble from it's mouth.

"Thank you very much for that as well, Miss."

"Only my pleasure, S-Sir? M-Mam...?"

It coughed--or, that's what it seemed like. "It..."

"Could I have your name? Mine is May."

"Nice to meet you, May. I'm Diachronikó."

May's body shifted; she just looked at the face sunken in the dirt.

"But you may call me Dia."
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[Tesalong]

May [♀] --- Diachronikó [○]

She sliced the soft, earthy dirt open with the green-handled shovel. The blistering heat was already getting to the petite girl; she swiped the back of her hand across her forehead. Her eyes spread around the patio, only to see all of the things she had to do. There was a small cherry blossom tree to be planted, along with dozens of flowers. Wonderful.
But she knew the finished product would certainly be a great one.

May's shovel continued to dig, her arm growing tired and sweaty.
"This tree might be a bigger pain than anticipated," she said, chuckling a bit.
She rose, stepping over to the garage. "I have got to find my big shovel..."

May's feet dragged her to the fareast corner, away from the lonely car. The rough hands of hers shuffled and shifted items, until she raised her arm victoriously. "Wala!" Her soft voice chimed, also allowing giggles to escape.

Soon she was back at her post, slamming the shovel into the dirt with her foot. "So much better!" May kept going, increasing productivity ten fold. The brunette's ponytail bobbed as she bopped her head, listening to the soft radio music.

C-Clunk!

May's head shifted to the side, eyes narrow. Her knees brought her down, and her head dropped down. What was that? It seemed that a stony, gray eye was looking straight at her, probably thinking the same thing.

It blinked, she jumped.
"W-What are you?"

Only muffled noises returned from the dirt; quickly she equipped the shovel and went hard at work. Moments ticked by before she could uncover the whole face. Her mouth hung open at the statue's features: it was perfect. Aside from a few--err--minor cracks.
"Thank chu very mach for uncavering meh."

May's eyebrows cinched together. "What?" She laughed. "Wait, here... Let me help you." May extended a hand, reaching down to clear rubble from it's mouth.

"Thank you very much for that as well, Miss."

"Only my pleasure, S-Sir? M-Mam...?"

It coughed--or, that's what it seemed like. "It..."

"Could I have your name? Mine is May."

"Nice to meet you, May. I'm Diachronikó."

May's body shifted; she just looked at the face sunken in the dirt.

"But you may call me Dia."
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I love this, why do you have to be so good at making storys? ;A;