Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Butterfur]

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She was beautiful ----------- He was a monster

Story?

Yess 8D

[Herdier]

The Troll and the Forum-Goer

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I wanted to do something funny XD.

[Butterfur]

The Troll and the Forum-Goer

You've been Trolled!
You've been Trolled!
You have probably been told.
Don't reply, to this guy;
he is just getting a rise,
out of you! Yes it's true,
you respond and thats his cue
to start trouble on the double
while he strokes his manly stubble

You've been Trolled!
You've been Trolled!
You should probably just fold
When the only winning move is not to play
And yet you keep on trying,
Mindlessly Replying.
You've been Trolled.
You've been Trolled.
Have a Nice Day!

I wanted to do something funny XD.

LOL xD

[spaceferrari]

The Troll and the Forum-Goer

Oh my gosh, that is excellent.

[~Fallen Angel~]

---Theo------------------------------------------Aleah---
Theo crouched behind a bush, bow at the ready. He stiffened as he saw her; stepping gracefully into the clearing, alert to sounds. As she stopped to drink from the stream, he shot her. She died instantly; not a single scream of pain escaped her mouth. She fell gracefully, her legs buckling beneath her, and Theo hurried over to her lifeless body, slipping his knife from its sheath.
He skinned the doe quickly and efficiently, storing both the hide and meat in his game bag to be treated later. And that's when he saw her.
Standing before him, clothed all in white and lilac, her beautiful purple eyes stared accusingly into his own. He drew a second arrow and nocked it to his bow, but as he was taking aim, he blinked.
And she was gone.
Aleah snarled to herself as she ran. She was angry: at her doe for being so careless, at herself for not being there in time, and at the strange, green-eyed boy who had killed her best breeding doe. And in the middle of mating season, too! She still had some offspring of the dead doe to continue to repopulate the forest, but the best stag was their father. She snarled again and in her fury punched a passing tree. It splintered and cracked, leaving a huge fist-shaped hollow, but she didn't care. Let them track her. Let them seek their own deaths.
Because right now, she was so angry that she would kill them on sight.

Theo pulled the last knot tight on his snare and stepped back. The net stretched across a wide area, completely covered by leaves and twigs. He nodded to himself, satisfied, then twisted round to gather his bow and game bag. When he turned back, the net lay in full view, glowing white and smouldering. At the far side she stood, watching him with hatred and fury. Once again he nocked an arrow, careful not to blink, and let it fly. At the last possible moment she sidestepped and caught the arrrow in one hand. She held it out, as if to offer it to him, and opened her fingers slowly. Theo watched, horrified, as his best arrow glowed bright white and crumbled to dust in her lilac gloves. He leapt towards her, fury clouding his mind. Had she any idea how costly those arrows were to make? Didn't she understand that this was the only way he kept his family from starving?
With a twang, the still-glowing, still-smoldering net closed around him. He wriggled round to look at her, only to be met with an empty patch of ground. The only indication anyone had ever stood there were the remains of his arrow, lying on the soft earth.
Aleah laughed to herself as she watched the boy dangling helplessly from the tree below her. Caught in his own trap. Classic. Her soft lilac boots didn't give good grip on the flimsy branch she was on, but her elven agility and balance allowed her to crouch on it safely. She readjusted herself and continued to watch the boy as he struggled to free himself.
He eventually managed to slip his knife from its sheath and sliced through the rough twine. Falling, he grabbed at the rope, but only succeeded in giving himself rope burn. Just before he hit the ground, Aleah's hand shot out and he stopped. She placed him gently on the soft earth, and then fled.
Why had she done that? Why had she saved him? All she had achieved was the deaths of more of her deer.

Theo closed his eyes tight, waiting for the impact, but felt none. Slowly, slowly, he opened his eyes- and found himself hovering in mid-air. He was set down gently, then the presence was gone.
Sitting up, he scanned the trees for life. Nothing. The forest was eerily quiet as he picked himself up and retrieved his bow and quiver. He slipped his knife back into its sheath and turned to go home, shaken. He hadn't thought... He'd had no idea...
As he trekked out of the forest, he was greeted with the smell of burning wood. He sped up, breaking into the clearing where his village stood.
Or had once stood.
A graveyard of burned, blackened rubble lay out in front of him. He wandered through it, dazed, then heard the sound of a young child crying. He navigated his way to the centre of what had been a house, and heaved a wooden beam away. A baby lay in a crib, the strong wood having protected it from the falling beams. Theo was amazed it had survived.
Tears beginning to sting his eyes, he picked the babe up and fled into the woods.
Aleah watched the boy as he found his way through the remains of the village, her heart clenched with sympathy. Oh, dear. They were all dead. His friends, family...
Then he found the babe, and picked it up. Aleah watched him as he fled, feeling guilty. She had witnessed it all- the knights, the king sitting astride his horse. She had merely sat by and watched as the village burned. She could have done something. Why hadn't she done something? The king was her enemy, too.
She decided the least she could do was watch over the boy and the babe. The sole survivors of the massacre. Having decided to do so, Aleah melted into the tree and was gone.

Theo wiped his eyes as he fled the burning remains. Jack... Edwin... Ma... They were all dead.
Finally he came to rest by a stream. He lay the babe on the soft earth and splashed his face. Blinking at the icy cold, he took some hanging tree moss and dried his face, then set to work making himself and the babe comfortable.
It still had its blanket, which was a relief, but it was too young to consume anything other than milk. He buried his head in his hands. What had he got himself into?
Aleah watched the boy and the child, realising a long time before he did that the babe would need milk. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on a single thought, and before long, a doe stepped into the clearing. She had recently lost her fawn to wolves, but was still producing milk, whic was extremely painful for her. The boy looked surprised and instantly he tensed, unsure of what to do. But the doe walked calmly over to the child and sniffed at it, making it gurgle with pleasure. Instinct told both the doe and the child what to do, and soon enough the child was asleep, its belly full. The boy looked up at the trees as the doe disappeared back into the woods, but Aleah remained hidden.

[micah]

[ owl city - how i became the sea ]



As I felt the even tide deep in my shallow dreams
And then, when the Empress ran aground
And my eyes turned blue and green
I heard a gorgeous sound
And that's when it became a dream

Sand is being sifted; small grains of rocks and grains of what once was are sucked back into the sea. It gobbles them up to spit them up later, alas, for now they are gone. She poked her toes in the sand knowing that sometime it would be soggy, not dry and concise like it is now. Flopping down to lay down completely on the sand, small dots of sound began to speckle in her ear. She ignored it and fell asleep, allowing the moon to be her nightlight.


The footsteps couldn't be heard on the lofty sand. The being's toes swished with the minuscule pebbles stuffing between them. It was running in circles, laughing; antennae with soft sparkles twirled around itself. It had spiny, leathery wings that crawled from its back and whether it could fly with one is unknown at this time. At first it did not see the girl stretched out on by the waves. They curled around her and the water was all over the girl's body.
The being screamed.
Eyes fluttering open, the girl noticed that everything was sparkly. Pebbles danced with her and she inhaled deeply to find out that there was no air here. Flailing a bit, she accepted her fate and she let the ocean take her. For she, just like the sand, would be returned to land... Eventually.

[revenmoore]

Spencer

Cassie

"So you like me?"

"Guess."

"I have no idea, really."

"I suppose you'll have to figure that out then."

"How confusing..."

xD
Probably a story soon, hopefully it will be better than that. x_x

Pfft, and yes they are from the same litter- just pretend they aren't okay? P:

[Ineedatribal]

Name: Kiko (Hawaiian for "Spot" <3) Male

Name: Misty [ Female ] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ronny [ Female ]
He loves me, He loves me a lot...
But, I'd wonder, How he'd react, if I told him that I'm head-over-heels for my very own sister.
Story?

[artemis5001]

Name: Kiko (Hawaiian for "Spot" <3) Male

Name: Misty [ Female ] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ronny [ Female ]
He loves me, He loves me a lot...
But, I'd wonder, How he'd react, if I told him that I'm head-over-heels for my very own sister.
Story?

Defo a story please ^^

[aquamarine]

@Giggle: You stun me as always, girl <3 Your stories are literally so. flippin. good.
@Abby: PLEASE ELABORATE. That was so intriguing :3

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Tod and Big Mama <3 Fun fact: Fox and the Hound is my favorite movie in the entire universe.

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If I die young
Bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

As she watched the tiny casket float down the river, tears flowed silently down the mother's face.
Her little girl, barely 4 years of age, had been taken from her.
Innocently toddling on her tricycle on moment, in heaven the next after a drunk driver's car and spun out of control.

Of course, being a woman of uttermost inner faith, she believed that God had needed another angel and had chosen only the best. It had been Lila's time to die; not because of an unexpected car accident, but because God had been calling her.

Still, strong as her faith in God was, she would always be haunted with the question that would have played in any mother's mind had it happened to her: Why my baby girl?

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[short. boring. blah. whatever.]