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

[BrightPink]

Does everyone have to write a story?
And why some of them are so sad?

I have a random pair (their love is random too xD).


Dune and Pearl.
Pearl has an identity crisis so she/he can't decide what their gender is lol

[the bad wolf]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtNYA4pAGjI

{{ C.oncrete angel }}




He looks up the hill to see a small blond girl with a halo above her head smiling, waving at him. He smiles and waves back, knowing that his best friend can rest in peace at last.

Aqua, why is it everytime I read one of your stories, I want pajamas, ice cream, and a Nicholas Sparks book? Beautiful as always.

[Lennie]

@ aquamarine--
lovely story, brought tears to my eyes at the end. wonderful use of the song by the way. <3

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lyrica {f} --------------------------------------------------- {m} pauper

a classic twist,
a princess and a pauper.
yet this time, one loves another,
but s-o-c-i-a-l status keeps them apart.
it's a shame that life isn't a f . a . i . r . y . t . a . l . e

; | part one | ;
; | part two | ;
"The princess is missing!"
The guards ran aimlessly through the streets, messengers
alongside them as they told of the missing princess.
The town was slowly thrown into turmoil, the truth of the
situation becoming realized by all. Without the princess,
the corrupt king would hold power, as all knew that the
princess was the one that held the key to peace between
the royalty and the peasants. The suspicion of kidnapping
ran deep, perhaps it was the act of an assassin sent by
the king himself to rid the land of his daughter to gain full
control. Or, maybe it was a peasant, seeking to gain from
the ransom money. Not once did they ever believe that
maybe, just maybe, the princess had left upon her own will.
It was at that moment, that the blacksmith came forth,
holding the knowledge of a young man, who may just have
the knowledge of the young Lyrica's where about.

"How quaint of a home." Smiling softly, the young girl
glanced about the single-roomed home, and in return, Pauper
found himself laughing. "Not quite, though quaint may be the
only way to kindly describe it." At this, the young girl blushed,
glancing down at her feet. "I apologize, I didn't mean for it
to be offensive." Smiling kindly, the young man shook his
head a note. "No, no that is not at all what I meant. It's just
that this must be quite a change in comparison to the castle..."
Shaking her head, the young girl sat down upon a small stool.
"No, no I much prefer it here. Besides, it's better company
here than in the palace."

"Princess?" Deveraux rode after the blacksmith, following
him to the young man's home about whom he had spoke a mere
moment before. "Lyrica, are you there?" He asked in a harsh,
yet somehow kind tone. Turning sharply in her seat, the young girl
found herself in a panic, telling Pauper to hide himself.
"Yes Deveraux?" She replied calmly, staying within her seat as
the guard walked into the room with a disgusted expression.
"What on earth are you doing in a place such as this?"
With an eyebrow raised a note, she smirked in a sour tone not looking
at the man. "Is it truly of concern to you? Though, if I may ask,
what is the reward that my father has set forth to the one that finds me?"
At this, the guard found himself a note taken aback by her forwardness.
"Your hand in marriage, of course." This, was possibly the biggest
surprise of all.

"What?" A muffled voice came from under a stack of burlap sacks as a
figure came forth, pulling off a sack to reveal a dark haired, tall young
man with eyes as blue as pure sapphires with a kind glow, yet with a dirty
appearance, revealing that he was a mere peasant. "Oho, and who might
you be?" Rolling his eyes a note, though the princess held her hands forth
a note as though in warning, he spoke once more. "Pauper, and yes, I am a
peasant. No use in denying it, am I correct?" With a laugh, the guard snapped
his fingers, and yet another man came forth with a rope. Tying together the hands
of the young, Pauper, Deveraux smiled in a cruel manner. "Well then, Pauper,
you are hereby placed under arrest." At this, the young princess stood,
her olive eyes ablaze with anger. "Under what charges?"
Smirking softly, he glanced down at the girl, a note of victory flashing over his eyes.
"Why, kidnapping the princess."
--
He stood calmly, his hands tied before him, the noose hung gently about his neck.
His blue eyes never lost their gentle glow, a smile was still etched upon his handsome face.
The princess was in tears, her olive green eyes blurred by the gentle tears that
threatened to spill upon her beautiful face. Deveraux himself stood with a victorious
air, a marriage band on the ring finger of his left hand, a matching one upon Lyrica's.
The king himself was overjoyed at the thought of a punishment, at the thought of
knowing that he wouldn't have to listen to his daughter once she married, as her
husband would then hold the control. The executioner's mask was dark as night,
and to most, would appear as though the face of death himself. His hand moved to
the lever, to drop the young Pauper to his short and subtle death, yet it paused,
as the young peasant moved to speak.
"Princess?"
Startled a note, the young girl leaned forth in her seat with a soft, sorrowful smile.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't be the knight in shining armor that you deserved."
And with that, the lever was thrown.


{Questions, comments, concerns? I hope you all liked it. One of the few that I have fully finished in quite some time. :3}

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

@Lennie: That story is beautiful. Loved it, so so much <3


Persei [♂] & Anticlus [♂]

Know I'll always love you
But right now I just don't l i k e you
'Cause you took this too far

Make your decision and don't you dare think twice
Go with your instincts along with some bad advice
This didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all
You blame me but some of this is still your fault

[micah]

@Lennie: It still makes me laugh when you say "concerns". Like I said, my only concern is that it's too good. <3
@Aqua: So much sadness. ;A;
@Freakish: Firstly, don't worry about the bird. It's going to end good for him. And thank you ;;
@Obscura: <3 <3 <3 <3 I loved your story.
___
Oh, this sounded so much better in my head. But I'm too far in to stop, so... Here, haha.

Kamil [m] --- Percy [m]

His hand was placed placidly on his hip; lips pursed, one eye narrow. Five cardboard boxes sat in front of him, and a completely full car sat behind him. "How on Earth am I to get these to fit?" He sighed, kicking the smallest. "Ow!" It was the one that held his many DVD players, the ones he could never get rid of. Kamil stood on one foot, and shook the other, as if the pain could go away.

"Do you... Need help, Kamil?" A velvet voice blared, shocking Kamil so badly he almost fell.

After he regained his balance, Kamil turned, lavender eyes suspicious. "Actually," he began, softly sighing. "I could." In front of him now was a tall man, very tall, but young. His age, most likely, was the same as Kamil's; but the height difference wasn't too large- Kamil was on the taller side as well. The oddest part of this, however, was that he knew his name.

The other boy had a sleek smile, jet black hair, and crisp eyes. Blue target tattoos were evident on both calves on his legs, along with blue bracelets- not tattoos- along his wrists.
After a few moments of silence, the other piped up. "Come on, Kamil. Don't you remember me? Percy?" He bellowed a hearty laugh before his face grew somber. "...Kamil, seriously. Best friends in grade school?"

"Percy! Percy!" He chanted, running over to do their secret handshake.

Percy tied him in for a hug. "That's what I was waiting for!" Patting Kamil on the back, he started again. "Let's get these loaded in my truck, Pal-o."

"Alright, thanks." Kamil was usually the lighthearted one, using things like "Pal-o" and "Kams", or even "Perc".

___


They both heaved heavy breaths, and salty tastes in their mouthes. Kamil was slumped in a large chair, and Percy was spread out on the couch. "Hey, Kamil, can I tell you something?" His voice wasn't velvety anymore, but rough and crackly.

"Anything, Percy..."

"It isn't quite coincidence that we met today. In fact, it was so set up, it's creepy." He broke a nervous laugh, and twiddled his thumbs. "I'm sorry."

Kamil's eyes were blistering. "What?"

"There's something you never found out about me, Kamil."

"What is it?" It was just about the only question that worked here.

He stood up and carried himself to the kitchen, and poured two glasses of water. Upon returning to the living room, he noticed that Kamil hadn't moved. "Here," he said, handing him the glass.

"T-Thanks?"

"Anyways," there was that sleek, succulent smile again, "I'm a time traveler."
____

[the bad wolf]

Kamil [m] --- Percy [m]

"Anyways," there was that sleek, succulent smile again, "I'm a time traveler."

That is E-P-I-C. I especially love the ending. It's like, "Haven't seen you in a long time. Missed you. I'm a time traveler, Want some water?" *Giggles hysterically* The pets are cute together too.

[average]

@Giggle + Lennie + aqua : Amazing! Lennie, you story is so well written and sad, so bittersweet! Giggle, yours in unique and I would love to hear more, m'dear. And aqua, your story was so breathtaking, and needless to say, I have to agree with Waterlily~ <33

[Shark-salad]

Ebony (M) and Sasha (F)

Come over to the Dark Side, little girl.....
We have cookies.....

Part 1

I was so stupid. I should of known better, when the black SUV stopped by me as I was walking down the road. There was a pure black wolf with blue eyes in the front seat. He grinned at me, and said, " Do you need a ride miss? " I had politly declined, but he wasn't discourouged.

" My name is Ebony. Hey, want a cookie? " He held one out to me. Ebony saw the look on my face, and he hurridly explained. " No, no they're not posioned. See? " He quickly grabbed one and ate it. As trusting and gulible as I was, I took one. As I ate it slowly, Ebony's grin grew wider.

" Sucker! Get 'er boys! " He said and the van burst opened and one of them caught me before I fell.

The cookie was filled with sleeping potion, and he ate the only one without it

I thought bitterly as I blacked out. They loaded my body into the van and sped off.

Part 2

When I woke up, I was swaddled like a baby in a light purple blanket. I flexed my wings in hope I would loosen the blanket, but it was impossible. My throat was on fire, my eyes felt gritty, and my tounge was like sandpaper. I blinked a few times, as my eyes adjusted to my surroundings.

I was in a dark room, with a flickering lightbulb above me, swinging slowly side to side. I could see light seeping into the room from under the cracks of a door, but I heard nothing. I yelled hoarsly.

" Hey! I wanna go home! Let me go! " I cried unhappily. I flinched as the door burst open, and light flooded the room. It was Ebony standing in the doorway. He had large, pure black wings, that had a oliy sheen to them. He went to walk through the door, then grunted as his wings bumped into the sides of the door hard. He pulled them back in hastily, then walked into the room. He bent down towards me, and I pulled myself as far away as possible. He smelled like mint, and was handsome. He had nice clean, brushed fur that had a hint of the scent of leather to it. His teeth were white, and as he undid the blanket I noticed scars on his tail and chest. He didn't look older then me, 16. I squirmed as he flidded with the blanket.

" Don't move. I don't want to hurt you. " He said softly. He had none of the arrougence I had seen when he was in the van. As soon as he loosened the blanket enough, I snapped my wings open and flew to the celiling, my claws out and ready to tear apart some kidnappers. Surpisingly, Ebony didn't follow me, and I gently floated down.

" Can I have some water? " I asked after a few moments of akward silence. Ebony nodded, and grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand that I hadn't noticed before. As he handed it to me, I examined his face closely, not wanting to consume more sleeping potion. It was expressionless, so I took my chances. I gluped it down and as I finished, Ebony grabbed my paw.

" Come on... " He stopped, not knowing my name.

" Sasha. My name is Sasha. " I added helpfully.

Ebony nodded. " Right. Come on Sasha, time to go. "

I struggled, but his grip was strong! " Go where? " I asked with fury in my voice, hating being helpless.

Ebony smirked. " You'll see. "

Part 3

I went along unwillingly with Ebony. We walked along the hallway of the dingy house, our breathing and his loud, clunky footsteps all I could hear. Then we entered what I guessed was the living room, which was also dark, with only a flickering lightbulb. It was dirty, and the couch had a few holes with stuffing coming out of them. The boys who attacked me were sitting on the couch. As I can closer, they leered at me. I streched away from them.

" Hey beatiful! " They laughed. One with long, stringy gray hair even tried to touch me as me and Ebony went by, but Ebony's wing shot out so fast, I didn't even see it. All I saw was the man flying through the air and crashing into the wall, and Ebony tucking his wing back in.

" What? " He asked, trying, but failing, to look innocent. I stifled a laugh. Ebony rolled his ice-blue eyes and dragged me into the kitchen. It was a heck of a lot cleaner then the rest of the house. I looked quiestioningly at him.

" This is ''my '' room. " He explained. " I have to keep this room cleaned up. As you can see, the others are not very clean. "

Ebony then sat me down at the table and sat a bowl of soup in front of me. " Eat. " He commanded. " Then we will get to work. "

" Work on what? " I asked suspion setting in. " And is this bowl even clean? "

Ebony laughed. " Yes." He then kissed the top of my head and left the room, leaving me staring after him in disbelef.

more please!

[average]

@Lennie: That story is beautiful. Loved it, so so much <3


Persei [♂] & Anticlus [♂]

Know I'll always love you
But right now I just don't l i k e you
'Cause you took this too far

Make your decision and don't you dare think twice
Go with your instincts along with some bad advice
This didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all
You blame me but some of this is still your fault

Just noticed this. I love this song - go Relient K! <33

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

@Giggle: I second what Waterlily said. Pure genius.
@freakish: I know, right? 8D

Pyxidin [♂] & Faetim [♂]

We're in too deep to give up now...

The brush whispered over the canvas, like water over silk. The young man's eyes followed the trail of paint it left behind, as silent as possible, so as to not startle the artist.
'Did you know that you take exactly fifteen steps through the door, than pause for fifteen seconds? It takes fifteen seconds per brush stroke to create a stroke made of fifteen smaller strokes.'
The painter turned, eyes full of excitement. The young man laughed, throwing his head back in a carefully thought out show of thoughtless abandon. He held up the bag he had brought with him.
'I brought you some food.'

...but we'll never set the world on fire.

The painter carefully sorted his food into a color wheel on his plate. He paused; 'There's no blue...'
Faetim reached back into the bag, pulling out a pack of blueberries.
'Fifteen. Counted them myself.'
The artist smiled, reaching to place the berries on his plate. 'Thank you.'
The clock struck one, and exactly fifteen seconds after it finished Pyxidin picked up his fork, starting with the violet and working his way to blue, chewing every bite fifteen times, taking fifteen bites of every color.
At exactly one-fifteen the painter stood, walking back to his canvas and the whispering brush.

Not now, not ever, always never...

Two o'clock and Faetim stood, gathering everything he had brought with him. Everything was spotless, in it's correct place, it's place of origin so to speak.
Pyxidin stood at his easel, brush moving in a fifteen beat time. At two-fifteen he stopped, turning to face his long-time friend.
'Is it really that late already?'
Routine question from Faetim, routine answer from Pyxidin.
'Yeah, it's already that late.'
Faetim smiled, more than used to the routine by now as his friend walked over to open the door for him.
The hug wasn't part of the routine.
'Best friends?'
Faetim exhaled, blinking his eyes in shock.
'Always, buddy. Always.'

...there's no fire to us now.

Random story is random. I dunno.