Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Vanilla Twilight.]

This is the story of life.
Life is a cruel thing, many seem to over pass that important fact. I have not, and life doesn't like me either, so that helps me a lot.
It's ironic. His name was life, but he was never cruel to me.

And here is our story.

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Life

Solace

No matter how close we tried to be, we never could be together.

"Gimme back Mel!"

Mel was his black little Bear which he had to have everywhere no matter what.

"Then you give me Rose"
Rose is a hat which I wore everywhre no matter what. I was a silly child, naming a hat.
Also my signafying the love of plants.

We had a simple life, always teasing each other. Our families were very close to each other, only a few feet in between the dens.
We loved going places, from beaches to volcanoes, from big cities to little villages.

The one place I had seen that he hadn't was a mountain.
The same mountain that hadviolently destroyed his older brother who was now unable to walk.
He had an insane fear of snow from that day forward.

Yet he so desperately wanted to go there.

Why you ask?

He needed to. That is all he ever told me.

So one day, just us two traveled north to the mountain. We liked to call it Mt. Marwolaeth.

"A.-a-aare you sure about this?"
"Of course"
I would always say that, whether I was sure or not.

I knew we were going to be in pain, whether it be physical or mental, when we headed back.

When we could finally see the mountain in the dense fog that shrouded our sights, both of us gasped simoultaiously.

"I'm nervous....."
He always said that.
Then he ended up loving it.
Always...
Always.

After the 56-mile trek that lay behind us, we stand at the foot of the mountain.
I looked over to see how Life was doing.
He had a look on his face that I- no one would, or could, describe. Pure horror.
Until I realise the is the exact spot that it happened.
The Avalanche.

We started slowly up the craggy mountain paths as slowly as we could, for the fear of falling.
As I naturally hurried ahead, he kept the slow pace.

As I got dangerously near the top, I screeched, I hadn't realised how high up I had gotten. Life was much too far down. Little had I noticed that when I screeched, the snow shook.
But that wasn't what I was worried about at the time.
And that was my mistake.

'Life! Where are you Life!?'
Is what I had yelled. Hearing no response, the snow in which direction I had yelled had started to move, gaining speed.
Fast, faster, and faster it went.
"Liffeee! Noo no nono Life! Where are you!!"
I heard a terrifying yelp.
And every thing went black.


I woke up, my paws black wtih frostbite.
I couldn't remember what had happened, that was common.
I had jsut assument Life had gotten to the top and saw me sleeping and decided not to wake me up and was waiting at the bottom, that's usually what he did if I fell asleep.
As I padded down the mountain, I saw the reminants of the Avalanche.
Then it all came back to me...

'I can't live with myself'
Is what I always thought.
Still heading downward, I searched for a body.
Hoping to myself 'Maybe he escaped it. Maybe he did'
Then I always remembered I had said 'maybe'.

Truthfully I did expect to see him, but I was wrong.
I never found him.
No fur, no teddy, no scent.
He disappeared.
But the snow had taken him from me.
I would never forget that.

I walked back in silence, not thinking about where I was going either so I ran into multiple tree and shrubs.
My fur was full of dirt and leaves. I still couldn't feel my paws, but it was getting warmer and so were they.

After the extremely long walk back to my den, I thought for a minute.
The think snow on the ground froze my paws again.

I walked over to my garden, it was dead. No surprise there..Wait
The snow had killed them. Just like Life.
I shall make a garden.
And it will live.
And it will be Glorious.
I'm sorry, Life. You were never cruel after all.


EDIT;;


Through the summer moths the planting was most definatly easy since the soil around us was soft and full of nutrients. I planted any and all seeds I could find, I didn't care what they grew in to. From a cactus, to a rose bush. I didn't care.

The Winter months are what destroyed them.
It snowed all day every day.
There was no way to keep the snow from getting to them except being there all day every day.
So that's what I did.
I grabbed some grass, my other scarf, and made a nest in the garden. Every hour I'd wake up and brosh the snow off, and every three hours I'd collect snow, put it in a bowl and have it melt so I could water teh plants.
I couldn't keep this up.


This story is very emotional to me, as it closely relates to me and my family.

Looking for more flowers and plants to add to Solace's Garden.

[omori]

Thank you everyone for the comments on my story. It really means a lot. :3 Writing another soon!

@Collie + Bur: You're not supposed to bump the stories.. ^^;

[Vanilla Twilight.]

Thank you everyone for the comments on my story. It really means a lot. :3 Writing another soon!

@Collie + Bur: You're not supposed to bump the stories.. ^^;

I added to it, thank you...

[omori]

Thank you everyone for the comments on my story. It really means a lot. :3 Writing another soon!

@Collie + Bur: You're not supposed to bump the stories.. ^^;

I added to it, thank you...
Seems you do that a lot too.

I did not see you edited/added to it, my apologies.
I either quote someone to thank them or add more to my story in case there's a new reader.

[~*Fyra*~]

Sasha ~~~ Hunter

Shall I write a story?

[Wild]

my fave cs pairings would have to be...


*FIXING SOON XD*

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Pet's name: Nature &
Pet's name: icee


and my second fave would be...


Pet's name: Maxander &
Pet's name: Mystery

oh and my 3rd fave is in my siggy!

id write a story for both pairings, but my stories always end with funniness or heart break..x.x

[alas,]

This thread is already filled with so many great stories, everyone! I wish I could comment on everything. ouo And I decided I'd actually continue this story. :3 Continuing from old thread~

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Kallen [m] && Urbana [f]

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

"Run? What? C'mon, just tell me your name. Get in the car, I'll call in sick for work and I can take you to the hospital, okay?" Urbana gingerly intertwined her fingers with his, in a friendly manner, and attempted tugging him down the asphalt. But Kallen stayed put, his feet rooted to the ground, a firm foundation.

"We must run," he repeated, his eyes intent on her face. She turned as blue as his hoodie, and smacked her suddenly dry lips.

"Why do you keep saying that? There's nothing to run from..." Her voice was shaky and unsure, nothing strict about the tone. She stared at the ground as if it were her very first love before she glanced back up again. "We can drive."

Kallen shook his head and released Urbana's hand, reminding her that they were still intact. He bolted, his arm's pain lingering, his sense of smell wandering away aimlessly. He felt the warm, sticky redness trickle down his face and arm as his feet cried out in pain from the chase. He couldn't take much more, but the man pressed on. However, as fast as he was running, Urbana's foot was practically created from lead as she hopped in her Toyota and slammed the accelerator. She caught up to the male quickly, and threw the passanger door open, cursing loudly.

"Get in!" She screamed, demanding it. Kallen obeyed by lunging in the car, shutting the door tightly behind him as the duo raced down the tar.

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After a chorus of squeals and screeches from the tires and brakes, Urbana slowed the car and began to speak.

"Now, tell me your name and what your deal is."

"I am Kallen. There are people after me," he sighs.

"Crap!" The girl mutters before continuing the conversation. "You're an outlaw aren't you?!"

"No, ma'am, I'm a perfectly fine man. It's the outlaws that're chasing me."

"So, you're a bad cop?" She questions with a smirk.

"Just an ordinary man, ma'am."

"Quit calling me 'ma'am', I'm no oldie, got it? And do me a favor and pull down your hood, you're creeping me out." Urbana scuffs.

"Sorry...girly. No oldie for sure." He chuckles a bit. "But I'm afraid my hoodie will have to stay on." Kallen had his hood wrapped tight around his faces so you could hardly see his face, and along with the darkness of the setting, you couldn't see much but the seemingly blue shirt anyhow.

"Seriously, take the thing off." She retorted.

"I can't, gi-" Urbana cut him off and tore the hood down, and screamed with what she saw. He was /glowing/. The blue of the shirt dissapeared once it slipped off his head; it was the glow from the man that made the clothing look the way it did. He was a teal and black male man, with sharp features and a soft but frightened eye. Kallen cursed angrily and pulled the hoodie back up, surrounding his head.

Urbana's eyes were afixed on the strange beast named Kallen, despite the fact they were on the empty road. Thankfully the world was a lonley place, or they both wouldn't been hurt.

[micah]

@Xrae: I loooove that story. owo;
@[-Snow-]: Thank you so much, it really means a lot. ;A;<3
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{ " An old curse for the ages... " }

Her lips drew up a wicked smile as an aura of defense rose across the room. As the woman's own claws dragged across her cheeks, the boy cowered in the corner. He whispered and hushed of dreams, dreams he couldn't achieve. Halos that rocked up the woman's arms chanted; the old, navy eyes of the girl pierced him harder than her claws ever could. Old lamps lit the room with pleasure, adding an ambiance that was much needed. The odd one's pink and white hair danced around her face as her feet tapped closer. One mouth hung open, but a wry finger slugged over and clanked it shut.

{ " About to be reawakened... " }

"Little boy, mini me, tell me of your wildest dreams!" The voice was sing-songy and blood-drawing, but the boy shut his eyes tightly. "I dream, I dream of many things..." She nodded and swirled by the pit of white fire, slamming her hands into it continuously. "I had dreams once, I had many dreams long ago. But now they're long gone, and only you remain." Turning away from the pit, she threw her hands forwards.

{ " Doing damage to more than one... " }

"Now I have no more dreams to dream." Her eyes closed. "And you will be ripped from seam to seam." She was singing again, but the boy was way to busy to notice. He was falling apart.
Whether this was emotional strain, physical strain, or both, he didn't know. If one thing was all to knowing, it was the grandfather clock in the back, ticking away his final minutes.

{ " But now the damage is done... " }

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

Melanie, Jayy, & Cupid


"You stupid girl don't you see he's just useing you," Cupid wispered, standing outside her window his breath was leaving its mark on the window. Melanie moved and Cupid jumped. His heartbeat quickened. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Long black hair, gleaming yellow eyes and a smile that could make any guy fall for her. "Your not going to like what he'll do to you. You'll be his zombie, lifeless and cold," he said with a cold tone in his voice.

Melanie was dreaming. She was at the carnival with Jayy. All the lights on the rides flashing, the smell of carnival food was in the air and they were making their way towards the fun house. She had always like the fun house. Mirrors to make you look really tall, ones that made you look like your head was huge and your body was tiny. "Ladys first," Jayy said with a smile. Melanie stepped into the room of mirrors Jayy soon fallowed. They took their time, making funny faces in all of the mirrors. As Melanie stepped into the next room it went black and she heard a voice say "Your not going to like what he'll do to you. He'll turn you into his zombie." Melanie turned around Jayy was no where to be found. "Jayy," she screamed. Pannic rushed over her. She tryed to find a way out but she couldn't see anything. Then a bright light came on and a figure appered. Melanie shealed her eyes from the light, "He-hello?" The light dimmed and Melanie could see what the figure was. It was a clown. He smiled. His teeth were covered in blood and he was holding what looked like a knife.



First part of a story. Maybe. Continue? *I'm not much of a wrighter just got bored and this came to mind*

[wibeke]

Gigglepie: Wow, I love that story. It's short and to the point but the characters are well developed and it was really interesting to read. ^^

Boredom mind dump thingy, trying to get rid of my writer's block. xP
Only the first line of the poem is relevant to the story, the rest is just because it's the magpie poem and I like it. ^^


the magpie & her egg

One for sorrow, two for joy;

The bird's eye darted about, searching the ground for a hint of color, any bright trinkets a human may have left behind. A coin here and maybe a handful of string there, all snatched up and hidden carefully from view.
They'd call it a thief, a gluttonous, greedy little bird.
But the little bird kept searching, keenly aware of each glint of broken glass, and every twisted bit of wire.
Gathering and searching for anything to line it's nest.

Three for a girl, four for a boy;

Around her nest she weaved the string and the beads, adorning the rest with flecks of gold and bits of color.
Bottle caps, crayons, and other small treasures lined the nest, contrasting against the dull, dying glow of the tree and the surrounding landscape where even the birds hardly chirped.
Bright little trinkets, lighting up it's tired home. Providing rest and solace, a place to rest and a place of shelter.
A place to hide the egg, and keep it safe and warm.

Five for silver, six for gold;

Painted with berries and surrounded by the magpies hoard, the egg sat. Unchanging and unmoving, just as it always had been. Never to hatch and never to move. Never to emerge.
But still the bird flew, gathering more treasures and decorations, in hopes that one day the chick would awaken. That one day it would see her hard work, that all would not be wasted.

Seven for a secret, never to be told;

But the world was dying, and so was she. The air had turned toxic, the smoke blacked out the sun. The world was growing weaker.
Among the desolate trees, however, lay a tiny oasis of bright coins and red string, all left to a child she loved so dearly.
A glint of hope, a spark of life among the decaying land.

Eight for a wish, nine for a kiss;

And with that, a spark of hope in the darkest of places, they say a bit of light returned.
All for two magpies, two for joy.

...Ten for a bird that's best not to miss.