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]]

.:{Part T.W.O}:.

Seeing how I was never paying attention, I was mildly surprized when I walked into math class to see a bunch of smart people. They looked at me oddly, and went back to their warm up. Daddy musta paid a lot for me to get into this class I thought to myself, and ploped into a desk. I placed my bag down, seeing It carried all my poems I write when I day dream.

"Excuse me miss, but you're in my seat."

A wonderfuly smooth, deep voice said behind me. I swiveled around to see a handsome boy standing there. The whole class seemed to lean in. They've all heard of me, but I never spoke so they never hear my voice. I could just imagine them putting bets on what I would do.

"I... ... I'm so sorry. I didn't know this was your seat. As you can see, I'm new to this class."

I said, stuttering and making myself look like a fool.

No no, it's fine. But can I sit next to you?"

He asked, guesturing to the empthy seat next to me.

"Sure, nobody's sitting next to me anyway."

I said, looking down. He threw down his torn and dirty brown bookbag. I wanted to do something, so I looked down at the warm up. As I was "working" I snuck glances at the boy. He looked like he was from the projects, in a good way. He was on the cute side, with his slightly messed up fur, and his different clothes.

"Ummm, this is a little weird fro me, but what's your name?"

I asked in a whisper. He looked up at me with surprize on his face.

"M....m.... My name?

He asked, looking stunned now.

"Of course you. who else would I be talking to?"

I said with a little snicker in my voice. The whole class seemed to pick up on our conversation. They were all holding their breaths, like if they dared to breathe, they would miss something. The boy, seeming to recover from his shock answered me.

"My name is Greyscale."

He said smoothly. I knotice he didn't ask what mine was. But oh well. Atleast there's a name for a face in the crowd now.

.:{END P.A.R.T owT}:.

Lol. This was longer than intended xDDDD Sorry guys xD

[Solfeggio]

[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."

This pairing and puppy make absolute sense. XD

[TheWhiteWolf]

Dark Chocolate and Posion Ivy

I used my long tail to swat away the flying wolf above me.
" Go away! You stupid mutt! " I snarled, hearing the He-wolf grunt as my spikes dug deep into his skin. Blood dripped down from above me, but those wings kept on steadly flapping, not missing a beat as I lunged my tail at him and scar his dark brown fur.

" Never! You have destroyed my life! Everyone and everything was terrifed of me until you came and attacked me! Now, I have strange wolves I have never met before, trying to attack me! " He snarled back at me, his python making my grass snake look puny and weak.

I flapped my wings hard and rose up. I dives-bombed her, making her flinch. Then her tail rose up and smacked me in the face and I roared in pain. The she hit my shoulder.

" Not bad for a girl, huh? " She laughed, twirling her tail.

I watched as Dark Chocolate dived at me again, his powerful wings flapping hard. Then, as I prepared my tail, he did something I didnt expect. He whipped his short tail around and knocked Grass down. She was flung several feet away, and didnt move again. He cackled, and flapped away.

" What did you do!?" I wailed, rushing over to her. " Why!? " I cried. Then I whirled and stared at his fast fading figure.

" WHY!? " I yelled at him, hoping he would hear. If he did, he did made any indecation so.

[lululizzy23]

Luke(M)

Maralee(F)

June 1st,
Today. It was love at first sight I swear. And if it wasn't then there's no one else that will ever have my heart like he does. His name is Luke, he is funny, charming, kind and many other things that I won't have space to mention. And the best part is he goes to the same school as me. I don't know how we've never seen eachother before but he may be new this year. Yeah let's go with that.
Love Maralee
((More?))

[Noctyrn]

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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*Noms Story* More pwease? D:>

[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...
Moon's History:
Moon doesn't have a father or mother. 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)

Moon's history:
Moon doesn't have a father or mother. 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 a planet. But this wasn't any planet. It was small, white and simply breathtaking. On it was their baby girl: Moon. She was as small as a rock at that time. She grew up in a very hard way: She had to eat a star every million years. It was very hard to catch them. Three million years later, Moon was caught in a deadly air current. She was lead to a black hole. There was an extremely slim chance she would survive. She woke up in a grassy field in the middle of the earth. Then she saw Rubin and...

Should I write their meeting?

[Selcouth]

I'm baaa-aaack~ :D
Writer's Blocks are terrible, I'll have you know.

Corax [♂] .&&. The Child [??]
x-x-x-x
How many miles to Babylon? 
Three score and ten. 
Can I get there by candlelight? 
Aye, and back again. 
If your feet are nimble and light, 
You'll get there by candlelight.
x-x-x-x

Corax stumbled over rocks and twigs that he couldn't see, trying to bite back his scathing curses. {He couldn't afford to voice them right now; but later, oh yes, later.} In his right hand he clutched a candle trapped in a glass container, his makeshift lamp, which burned quite brightly near the flame but offered very little practical light; and in his left, he held a small bundle of a child against his shoulder. It was wrapped in a ratty woolen blanket, which was honestly little more than a rag at this point, stained brown, but still warm enough to keep out the night's chill. The child made no noise, moved not an inch; if he hadn't stopped to check earlier that evening, Corax would have thought it was dead. He cradled the child like it was made of glass, which it practically was.

Fog lay heavy in the air that evening, clouding the senses like a wet blanket. Here and there Corax stepped in a puddle, the droplets of which slapped against the lamp's glass walls and fizzled out. He was breathing heavily, exhausted by the trip insofar, clearly far too tired to keep the lamp elevated and dry. It wasn't any use for light, anyway.

A shadowy figure moved a few yards from him, a swish of air fortelling its presence; Corax stopped where he stood, which was in another, deeper puddle, but he stubbornly ignored that. Silance lay over the forest clearing- and then the baby began to whimper.

Corax might not have been able to see the figure in the fog, but he could certainly feel its smile. “Ah, good. You have the child.” A hand reached out for the baby, which was as black as coals and oozed inky liquid onto the damp earth. Corax instinctively held himself a little taller, and the baby a little closer; The figure had stopped smiling.

“You won't,” said Corax, who's angelic upbringing occasionally got the best of his instincts and drove him to ask stupid and dangerous questions. “You won't do anything, well, bad with him, will you?”

The inky creature snarled, lunging forward to rip the child from Corax's hold. It vanished into the clouds, along with the hand, and began to cry. “Of course we won't!” Shouted the creature, who then silenced the child by means unknown to Corax. More subdued, it said, “of course we won't. This child is far too important. Now be off with you, demon, your work here is done.”

Corax nodded, and made a move to return; but before he could, that little nagging angel's voice in the back of his head decided to make itself known again. “But what if,” he said, riding on a wave of confidence that didn't actually exist, “what if the baby isn't Unu? What if it's Dui or Trei, or Sap-”

A burst of purple-green fireworks erupted behind his eyelids, and he crumpled to the ground, spreading his still-graying wings out in shock. Silly boy, still just a fledgling; it would be so much longer before he learned his place. The lamp crashed to the ground a few steps from where he lay, clutching his head; miraculously the flame still burned, though quite weakly.
The creature raised its dripping foot, or foot-like appendage, above it.

“Don't.” Said the demon, weakly, and the creature retreated. Corax pushed himself off the ground.

“‘If your feet are nimble and light,’” The creature's voice was cold and distant, grating on Corax's ears like chalk rubbed against metal; “‘you'll get there by candlelight.’ Get moving, boy, before you're out of flame.”

And he did. Corax grabbed the lamp and, lurching, made his way back into the night, which seemed quite a bit thicker than before. The water seemed to pull at his robes, dragging him down like hands, and the twigs and branches that had previously been a mere annoyance scrapped and cut his feet deeply.

He eventually returned to his hovel under the Babylonian tower, and spent the rest of the week feeling miserable. Then he got a visit from a certain angel, and no longer payed any mind to the child or what he had been ordered to do that night. Put it out of your mind, his brother said, who was still able to visit him on neutral grounds. I've been asked to do my share of terrible things, too.

And elsewhere, for years and years, a child was raised by shadows and stories. And when the time was right, thousands of years after the fall of the child's birth city, in a small but flourishing village in England, a rhyme was born...
x-x-x-x

The rhyme in the end is unrelated to the rhyme at the beginning, in a way, but this whole story will be made of rhymes. {And no, it is absolutely not done yet, but your requests for more will be hoarded and squee-d over, if you so choose to gift me with them. <3}
So, any guesses? :3

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

I'm baaa-aaack~ :D
Writer's Blocks are terrible, I'll have you know.

Corax [♂] .&&. The Child [??]
x-x-x-x
How many miles to Babylon? 
Three score and ten. 
Can I get there by candlelight? 
Aye, and back again. 
If your feet are nimble and light, 
You'll get there by candlelight.
x-x-x-x

I don't have any guesses, per say, but I would like to tell you how much I'm looking forward to the next part. :3
As always, your writing is amazing. <3

[ink_dot]

@ Selcouth: That's amazing, I love Corax and his triplets, and I can't wait for more stories featuring them <3
Keep up the beautiful work.

[TheWhiteWolf]

Blue (M) and Misty (F)

Part 1

Misty:

I am blind. Yeah, that's right, blind. And lost. Hungry, thirsty, and exhasted. I wasn't cold, because of my sweater, but other than that, my life sucked like h-e- double toothpicks. It started because I didn't charge my phone, instead I played on it. Then, when we all went on the field trip, I lagged behind, playing on my phone. Soon, I lost sight of my group. And instead of staying in place and screaming for them, I ran around untill dusk, and came to the releazation that they left me. I was left behind by my group. They didn't care for me, or, well, that's what it felt like.