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

[Keriae]

@Leurai: Beautiful as always.


Shayla (f) and Jace (m)

Have you ever had a best friend?
One that kept your secrets,
One that kept your deepest dreams and fears,
'Like a well loved diary?

The small boy tapped at the play drums, a grin spreading across his small face. His chubby hands were wrapped around the red, plastic sticks, hitting it against the instrument. It made a strange tat-tat-tat noise to show it wasn't real. As if the elephant's drawn onto the sides weren't enough.

As he played, an even tinier girl walked across the dotted rug. Her finger's rubbed against her dress' material nervously. She chewed on her chapped lip, looking at her black shoes nervously. No matter how old she got, she was nervous anywhere. Even in Kindergarten. But the player seemed nice enough, so she sat down in front of the toy, legs crossed as the teacher said was appropriate.

The black haired boy looked up, and saw a brunette girl watching him curiousily, green eye's sparkling lightly. Grinning, the boy hit the drums one last time before throwing one of the sticks in the air, like he'd seen the band on T.V. do. But, distracted by the girl's staring, missed the catch. Instead, it hit him on the head.

The girl burst into laughter as the boy started whimpering. But she got up and walked over to him. He looked up, eye's watering from pain. She stuck her hand out. "I'm Shayla, and I'm new here. That was cool. Until you hurt yourself.

The boy took her hand, the other rubbing his head. "Jace. I know, it hurts!"

Shayla giggled, putting two fingers to the spot that was now swelling. "I'll get the teacher."

Little did I know this would turn into a beautiful friendship.

(Continue?)

Waterlilly, I'm ordering you, with the use of Fey's Death Spork of Doom, to continue this.

[TheWhiteWolf]

Scales (M)and Scarlet (F)

She was a like a dragon herself, with her flame-like tattoos, her red tipped wings, and her fiery personalitly. She was a gold hoarder, something I never could do. She was everything I was, and wanted to be. Except for the fact that she was a dog, not dragon. But I didn't care. She was my dog.

Sorry, no story, I am grounded. I won't be able to finish the Ebony and Sasha story. I was caught right after my last post. Great stories everyone though! ^^

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

cecilia & sepia & zerick


The girl had fallen asleep after her body tired of it's racking sobs. It would've been hard for her to sleep, what with the noise of the other orphaned children, if not for her sorrowful exhaustion. When she woke, her eyes were red-rimmed. Her nose hurt even worse from the face plant six hours before, and her tired eyes fell sadly upon the torn ear of Sepia. The bear was emotionless as always, his face a blank memory of what had happened earlier. She had been hoping that this was all a dream, that none of this terrible news had really been true. Yet she awoke to find different, her heart dropping.
She went to the open the door, but found a little boy her age there, with his paw poised to knock. He wore a blue crystal necklace, and smiled apologetically when she opened the door. "Hey. I wanted to apologize for my brother last night. Tarin isn't fond of newcomers." his voice was gentle and comforting. His blue eyes, matching the color of his necklace, shone like two seperate oceans concealed in sparkling orbs, his pupils like cheerful inky dolphins splashing in the depths.
Cecilia smiled softly, rubbing her nose gently and wincing. "Sadly, I learned that the hard way." she said with a sigh. "What's in your paw?" she asked carefully, noting that he held one paw behind his back, the way people did with surprises. She wasn't sure if she wanted a surprise, and she was more afraid of what it was.
The boy opened up his paw in front of her face, revealing a needle and black thread. His smile grew. "Tada. As an apology, I decided I'd help you fix your bear." he said, nosing the other half of Sepia's torn ear toward her.
Cecilia's smile was now anything but small and uncertain. "You don't have to do that." she said, watching with happiness as the boy gently took Sepia from her paws and placed the torn half of his ear against the rest, sticking the needle into the torn part and beginning to sew them slowly together.
"I'm not doing it because I want to." he looked up from under his soft black eyelashes. "I'm doing it because I want to." he looked back down to his work. "I'm Zerick by the way. You're?"
"Cecilia."
"Lovely name, Cecilia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She blushed slightly, a soft pastel pink streaked onto her cheeks. It was very easy to see through the light teal fur there. It caused Zerick to smile. Something about him was sweet and helpful. Something about him was charismatic and charming and smart and great and... Wait. She was saying all this about some stranger she met a minute ago. Hadn't her mother always told her not to talk to strangers?

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Awwww so cute. More?

[TheWhiteWolf]

Sorrel (M) and Spring (F)

I was the Hunter. I killed others purely for my sick, twisted pleasure.
She was the Fairy.
She created life, where as I ended it.
How could to complete oppisites fall in love? Who knows......?

[brian emo]

Number Seventeen.
The spread-eagle.

They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming all along.
He took a flower to his prime
I didn't do it
And then they used us
but if I'd done it
and they abused us
how could could you tell me that I was wrong?
how could you tell us that we were wrong?

[s y n]

cecilia & sepia & zerick


The girl had fallen asleep after her body tired of it's racking sobs. It would've been hard for her to sleep, what with the noise of the other orphaned children, if not for her sorrowful exhaustion. When she woke, her eyes were red-rimmed. Her nose hurt even worse from the face plant six hours before, and her tired eyes fell sadly upon the torn ear of Sepia. The bear was emotionless as always, his face a blank memory of what had happened earlier. She had been hoping that this was all a dream, that none of this terrible news had really been true. Yet she awoke to find different, her heart dropping.
She went to the open the door, but found a little boy her age there, with his paw poised to knock. He wore a blue crystal necklace, and smiled apologetically when she opened the door. "Hey. I wanted to apologize for my brother last night. Tarin isn't fond of newcomers." his voice was gentle and comforting. His blue eyes, matching the color of his necklace, shone like two seperate oceans concealed in sparkling orbs, his pupils like cheerful inky dolphins splashing in the depths.
Cecilia smiled softly, rubbing her nose gently and wincing. "Sadly, I learned that the hard way." she said with a sigh. "What's in your paw?" she asked carefully, noting that he held one paw behind his back, the way people did with surprises. She wasn't sure if she wanted a surprise, and she was more afraid of what it was.
The boy opened up his paw in front of her face, revealing a needle and black thread. His smile grew. "Tada. As an apology, I decided I'd help you fix your bear." he said, nosing the other half of Sepia's torn ear toward her.
Cecilia's smile was now anything but small and uncertain. "You don't have to do that." she said, watching with happiness as the boy gently took Sepia from her paws and placed the torn half of his ear against the rest, sticking the needle into the torn part and beginning to sew them slowly together.
"I'm not doing it because I want to." he looked up from under his soft black eyelashes. "I'm doing it because I want to." he looked back down to his work. "I'm Zerick by the way. You're?"
"Cecilia."
"Lovely name, Cecilia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She blushed slightly, a soft pastel pink streaked onto her cheeks. It was very easy to see through the light teal fur there. It caused Zerick to smile. Something about him was sweet and helpful. Something about him was charismatic and charming and smart and great and... Wait. She was saying all this about some stranger she met a minute ago. Hadn't her mother always told her not to talk to strangers?

cecilia & sepia & zerick


In only a matter of minutes, Zerick handed Cecilia the bear, his ear now sewed back on. She smiled. "I can't thank you enough, Zerick. You're the first person here that hasn't ignored me or gone on the attack." she said with a grim little laugh, noting how Zerick was nothing like his brother.
Zerick just smiled. "So, why are you here? You don't seem like the type to be orphaned."
Cecilia sighed. "My parents were killed." she said quietly.
"Oh... That's terrible."
She nodded. "What about you?"
Zerick swallowed hesitantly. "My mom died after I was born, and my dad killed himself because he couldn't live without her." he said, his voice breaking a bit during the middle.
Cecilia could tell this was a touchy subject for him. She decided it was time to talk about something different. "Would you mind showing me around?" she asked. Zerick nodded, as a sign that he'd be happy to, and the two trotted out and around the place.
Zerick led her into through a doorway without a door. Inside were grimy counters and dirty walls that she guessed were white at some point. A refrigerator stood, covered with a thick layer of dust. "This is our sad excuse for a kitchen." he explained in a voice that made Cecilia giggle, despite the terrible odor in the room.
He then trotted up a rickety staircase and pushed open a door. Inside, it looked somewhat like the kitchen - supposedly white at one time, dirty and grimy, though it smelled of sulfur. A dirty bathtub sat in the corner, and a yellowing marble sink on the other side. "Sad excuse for a bathroom." he continued on in that same voice.
Cecilia plugged her nose. "Let me guess; I'll get used to the smell?"
Zerick laughed. "Hopefully, for your own sake."

[TheWhiteWolf]

Mother (F) and Daughter (F)

Mommy, I love you, do you love me too?
I'm waiting, and wondering, do you love me as I love you.
You take care of me, and kiss my boo-boos.
You make me my meals, and buy my clothes.
You try to protect me from mean kids.
But you have never said once, just once,
that you love me.

You tuck me in at night.
You taught me how to read and write.
You bought me a purple toy.
At night, when I'm going to bed, I just wish,
that after I say 'I love you. ',
you would say 'I love you too. '
But you never said once, just once,
that you love me.

Am I selfish, for wanting you to say it?
After all, you have done all those things for me.
But it would be nice if you said, once, just once
the words, ' I love you too. '
But you never said once, just once,
that you love me......

Anyone like? It took forever to write.

[Noctyrn]

Mother (F) and Daughter (F)

Mommy, I love you, do you love me too?
I'm waiting, and wondering, do you love me as I love you.
You take care of me, and kiss my boo-boos.
You make me my meals, and buy my clothes.
You try to protect me from mean kids.
But you have never said once, just once,
that you love me.

You tuck me in at night.
You taught me how to read and write.
You bought me a purple toy.
At night, when I'm going to bed, I just wish,
that after I say 'I love you. ',
you would say 'I love you too. '
But you never said once, just once,
that you love me.

Am I selfish, for wanting you to say it?
After all, you have done all those things for me.
But it would be nice if you said, once, just once
the words, ' I love you too. '
But you never said once, just once,
that you love me......

Anyone like? It took forever to write.

that is so beautifully written, and so sad v.v,

great job!!

[TheWhiteWolf]

that is so beautifully written, and so sad v.v,

great job!!

Thanks! It's not about anything in my life, I just thought about it.

[micah]

I'm so far behind on pages. ;A;
I hope you all enjoy. Too much dialogPlenty of dialog.

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Victoria [♀] --- Acquiescence [♂/○]
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She sat and idly twirled the noodles, thickly encompassed in the sauce. Her eyes hung low, bright amber barely holding any expression at all. Victoria poked and prodded her fork through again, mildly twisting, but not trying to get any noodles on the utensil. She wasn't very hungry, but she felt she at least needed to try to eat.

A soft music serenaded in the back, and an old couple danced; their arms were wrapped around each other, soft pupils dilating as they stepped one, two; one, two, three. She eyed them with suspicion, but returned to her plate to play with her food. The manager of the run-down Italian restaurant slid over to her table, soft smile on his face.

"Does everything taste okay, Miss?"

"Yes," she squeaked, voice cracking from not talking in awhile. "It's wonderful, thank you."

He offered a slight nod and went to the next table, and onward. Victoria's head was immediately down, staring at the grotesque sauce and slimy noodles. Her lips were creased tightly in a line, not even opening to let a sigh escape. It was a jail.

"Did you know, Miss, that originally--"

Victoria flew up, and put her hand over her heart. Her breathing was exasperated, and heavy.

"Oh, my," he said somberly. "I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to wake you, m'dear."

Her head twisted to the booth next to hers, across the seat, to find a man. His eyes were both different colors: ocean blue and electric yellow, but they both seemed to function. His hair was a delicious, matted mess; you couldn't tell where the red started or black ended, but it... worked on him. Up his forearms were gauntlets, made of an expensive metal. They seemed to be embellished with blue paint [not a normal paint, not at all] and had gold backing.

"I..." she began, faltering to find words. "I wasn't asleep."

He chuckled. "Then you were surely in a trance!"

"I guess?" Her eyes shifted across the room, in a nervous hiss. "What were you saying?"

"Oh!" His face immediately went soft, a nice smile lighting it up. "Well, originally, spaghetti was eaten with a spoon, not a fork. Odd, huh?"

She found it hard to focus. "Yeah, that's... that would be tough to do."

"You might even think of me as crazy..." He met her eyes. "Even more crazy to know that's how I eat mine."

She lifted herself gently to peer into his booth, to see a spoon neatly tucked in his spaghetti bowl. When she turned to face him, he had an unknowing smile across his face; the one where your teeth show just a bit, and your eyes can only match the loveliness. She couldn't help but smile when he slid into her booth, across from her.

"So tell me your name." He said, bubbling. "I'm--"

"Victoria--" They both laughed, after cutting each other off. "I'm Victoria." She said slower this time, not to cut him off.

"And I'm Acquiescence." He laughed. "But you can call me Sense. I like it much better that way, likewise."

She smiled. "Would you mind telling me what Acquiescence means?"

Sense blushed and looked down, not meeting her eyes. "Agreeing without protest. Sometimes, without will, I have to say yes. If they ask if I want the special, I say yes. But more life-threatening ones--" he paused, noting the confusion in her eyes. "I can fight them off now."

"Oh..." Victoria's mouth slung open slightly, but she shut it quickly. "Well--"

"May I see your hand?" Sense blurted, eyes quickly growing. She lifted her arm and placed it in front of him. He took two fingers and slid them down the back of her hand, and down her index and ring finger. "So... You're built more like a machine?" He paused. "You don't eat much, do you? You prefer cooler climates... If you get too hot, you'll faint, right?"

Her mouth dangled. "Y-Yes..."

"I think I've found who I've been looking for. Come on, Victoria, we've got to go." He took her hand and brushed out of the room, tossing a full wallet as they escaped.

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