Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[ThisIsInCode]

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Jewel and Anton
They told me the dragon was terrible, and it was impossible to kill. Countless others had tried and failed. They were right about her, in a way. Terribly beautiful. I couldn't possibly kill such a creature.
Another hunter? I always liked a game. But the second he saw me, he lowered his bow. Pity. I enjoyed a good game of keep-away. But when I tired of it, they were gone.

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Cupid and the Witch
I admit it. I got caught in a trap. How was I supposed to know she put a circle of containment? All the same, the look on her face when she saw me. It was hilarious to look at.
I didn't mean to capture him. But I suppose, it being Valentines Day, he was flying around spreading the love. He burst out laughing when he saw me, so I knocked him out with the potion in the bottle.

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Anastasia XX Once Upon a December
Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

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Jade and Timothy
Every little girl loves to play dress-up. The beautiful princess is rescued by the knight in shining armor. Sometimes the knight in shining armor is just a kid dressed in colored cardboard.

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James Erin,

Death

Story in progress

[artemis5001]

@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.]

This was not boring at all - It was sad but very good!

[TigressJaguiar]

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

They hate me. They drive me away with their words and their actions. It hurts.
They love me. They beckon me from the forest with their soft words and kind gifts. But I don't come.

I ran away. Into the forest where they coun't hurt me anymore. I cried until my eyes turned red. Then I saw a soft glow and a voice like birdsong asked "Why are you crying?"
I saw him crying in the forest and I strode up to him. "Why are you crying?" I asked

The little boy looked up at her. "Because I'm a monster."
"But you're not." She said and sat down on the grass. "You are as much of a monster as I.
The little boy looked up into the girl's face. It was very beautiful and radiated a soft purple glow. The boy saw his reflection in the girl's purple eyes. He saw the long saber teeth that grew from his mouth. She blinked, and in the reflection, they were gone. The boy was startled.
"W....What are you?" He asked the girl and she smiled.
"I'm me." She said and smiled brighter. And then the little boy realised that he was not a monster, and he could live how HE wanted. He smiled and so did the girl and they ran off into the forest and were never seen again.

(The story didn't turn out so well, didn't it?)

[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?

Ronny's Point of view.
There I sat, in front of Kiko. It was our very first date and things were going well. But, unfortunately, not the dog I was hoping to see on the other side of the table. I was still thinking about Misty, Though I knew that she's not, and never would be after me, And that thought made even my favorite food taste bitter. But, I had to enjoy my date with this guy I actually had a chance with.
**** WIP. I need to figure out what to write after this. Continue? ****

[alas,]

@aquamarine; Lovely as usual, darling.♥
@Abby; So original. ;3; You need to continue ! :3
@Murphy; I don't normally enjoy same litter couples, but the way you dressed them just makes me think that they're perfect and so cute ! :D♥

asd;fjk
My muse has crawled back to me. Somehow.

&&

to kill two birds with one stone ..

Story? :3

♫ a little hummingbird
buzzing 'round my window
wings beating fast
heart tapping faster ♫

♫ ticka - ticka - tak
buzzi - buzz - buzz - buzz - buzz
a little hummingbird --

oh shut. up.

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The gargoyle creature perched, mounted on the incredible architecture. The marble was polished so fine as if it were a cousin to the shiny pebbles served from coin machines at movie theatres and buffets. Gold swirls addressed themselves as "G R E E C E", placed upon the huge arch carved out of the metamorphic limestone. The entire structure was accented with more gold, dappled in here and there as if they were freckles.

The gargoyle was suited to be there - a masterpiece of grayness and advanced art skills - the rock was such a sight to see. Europeans, not only Greeks, would journey across the continent to see the gargoyle. They all believed that he was a symbol. A symbol of the Lord Jesus. Not a demon, not a bear, but a wolf - a canine. Man's best friend. Dogs, they told one another, were pieced together by God to give to the humans, a sort of friendship of a deep passion to have company with and be content about it.

All in all, they thought that this gargoyle was holy. A holy gargoyle. A gargoyle that was holy.

Everyday the gargoyle would mount himself just so before the sun rose, that way the light of the close, firey star would carress his minerals and warm each breath the entire European population believed in. The formed rock would gaze down upon its believers and followers and think: how almighty I am, to perch here in front of these souls who think so fondly of me. I am great. I am wonderful.

And he wasn't wrong.

But centuries pasted, and as the arch aged as did the Greek people and their philosophies on religion and faith, the gargoyle's popularity dimmed and he was left in the shadows only to be accompanied by the white waste of birds. Eventually, another civilization came to play, but this one so advanced with automobiles and cellular devices that the humans would always complain into about the twenty-first century being so dull, and to wait for the twenty-second, then things would be booming.

The gargoyle was ecstatic about his new company. But still, the months pasted as he slumped on the corroding arch with out attention. He was deprived of popularity and followers that the rock became angry. Fuming and riled up at the word, and at the humans who exiled him in this gloriful place, only to be mocked that the own grass recieved more T.L.C. than he did. It was absolutely terrible and cruel. The perfect torture.

Fortunately, benches were built around the arch's base, and people were able to admire the gargoyle once more. Except for the fact that the wooden seats were used more for handing out bread to magpies than to stare at the gargoyle's gorgeous shape. And so the rock thought: how meager I am, to perch here in front of these souls but to be out-loved by birds. I am weak. I am poor.

And he wasn't wrong.

So the gargoyle gingerly pushed a piece of his breaking body, and shoved it over the side of the arch, flattening a magpie that seemed to be attracting the attention of many foreigners who'd never seen such a bird. Screams rattled the arch's perimeter, proving that the gargoyle had killed the feathered creature, and while he was at it stole the attention back from the humans.

The idiom 'to kill two birds with one stone' seemed quite fitting then.

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ahahaha; finally I got it done |D

[Ineedatribal]

@Abby; So original. ;3; You need to continue ! :3

asd;fjk
My muse has crawled back to me. Somehow.

&&

to kill two birds with one stone ..

Story? :3

♫ a little hummingbird
buzzing 'round my window
wings beating fast
heart tapping faster ♫

♫ ticka - ticka - tak
buzzi - buzz - buzz - buzz - buzz
a little hummingbird --

oh shut. up.

--

The gargoyle creature perched, mounted on the incredible architecture. The marble was polished so fine as if it were a cousin to the shiny pebbles served from coin machines at movie theatres and buffets. Gold swirls addressed themselves as "G R E E C E", placed upon the huge arch carved out of the metamorphic limestone. The entire structure was accented with more gold, dappled in here and there as if they were freckles.

The gargoyle was suited to be there - a masterpiece of grayness and advanced art skills - the rock was such a sight to see. Europeans, not only Greeks, would journey across the continent to see the gargoyle. They all believed that he was a symbol. A symbol of the Lord Jesus. Not a demon, not a bear, but a wolf - a canine. Man's best friend. Dogs, they told one another, were pieced together by God to give to the humans, a sort of friendship of a deep passion to have company with and be content about it.

All in all, they thought that this gargoyle was holy. A holy gargoyle. A gargoyle that was holy.

Everyday the gargoyle would mount himself just so before the sun rose, that way the light of the close, firey star would carress his minerals and warm each breath the entire European population believed in. The formed rock would gaze down upon its believers and followers and think: how almighty I am, to perch here in front of these souls who think so fondly of me. I am great. I am wonderful.

And he wasn't wrong.

But centuries pasted, and as the arch aged as did the Greek people and their philosophies on religion and faith, the gargoyle's popularity dimmed and he was left in the shadows only to be accompanied by the white waste of birds. Eventually, another civilization came to play, but this one so advanced with automobiles and cellular devices that the humans would always complain into about the twenty-first century being so dull, and to wait for the twenty-second, then things would be booming.

The gargoyle was ecstatic about his new company. But still, the months pasted as he slumped on the corroding arch with out attention. He was deprived of popularity and followers that the rock became angry. Fuming and riled up at the word, and at the humans who exiled him in this gloriful place, only to be mocked that the own grass recieved more T.L.C. than he did. It was absolutely terrible and cruel. The perfect torture.

Fortunately, benches were built around the arch's base, and people were able to admire the gargoyle once more. Except for the fact that the wooden seats were used more for handing out bread to magpies than to stare at the gargoyle's gorgeous shape. And so the rock thought: how meager I am, to perch here in front of these souls but to be out-loved by birds. I am weak. I am poor.

And he wasn't wrong.

So the gargoyle gingerly pushed a piece of his breaking body, and shoved it over the side of the arch, flattening a magpie that seemed to be attracting the attention of many foreigners who'd never seen such a bird. Screams rattled the arch's perimeter, proving that the gargoyle had killed the feathered creature, and while he was at it stole the attention back from the humans.

The idiom 'to kill two birds with one stone' seemed quite fitting then.

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ahahaha; finally I got it done |D

I will for sure, and your story was lovely. Such, well, as you said, originality! :3 That's not the most I could say about it, but my point is that I love it. ;3

[artemis5001]

@aquamarine; Lovely as usual, darling.♥
@Abby; So original. ;3; You need to continue ! :3
@Murphy; I don't normally enjoy same litter couples, but the way you dressed them just makes me think that they're perfect and so cute ! ♥

asd;fjk
My muse has crawled back to me. Somehow.

&&

to kill two birds with one stone ..

Story? :3

♫ a little hummingbird
buzzing 'round my window
wings beating fast
heart tapping faster ♫

♫ ticka - ticka - tak
buzzi - buzz - buzz - buzz - buzz
a little hummingbird --

oh shut. up.

--

The gargoyle creature perched, mounted on the incredible architecture. The marble was polished so fine as if it were a cousin to the shiny pebbles served from coin machines at movie theatres and buffets. Gold swirls addressed themselves as "G R E E C E", placed upon the huge arch carved out of the metamorphic limestone. The entire structure was accented with more gold, dappled in here and there as if they were freckles.

The gargoyle was suited to be there - a masterpiece of grayness and advanced art skills - the rock was such a sight to see. Europeans, not only Greeks, would journey across the continent to see the gargoyle. They all believed that he was a symbol. A symbol of the Lord Jesus. Not a demon, not a bear, but a wolf - a canine. Man's best friend. Dogs, they told one another, were pieced together by God to give to the humans, a sort of friendship of a deep passion to have company with and be content about it.

All in all, they thought that this gargoyle was holy. A holy gargoyle. A gargoyle that was holy.

Everyday the gargoyle would mount himself just so before the sun rose, that way the light of the close, firey star would carress his minerals and warm each breath the entire European population believed in. The formed rock would gaze down upon its believers and followers and think: how almighty I am, to perch here in front of these souls who think so fondly of me. I am great. I am wonderful.

And he wasn't wrong.

But centuries pasted, and as the arch aged as did the Greek people and their philosophies on religion and faith, the gargoyle's popularity dimmed and he was left in the shadows only to be accompanied by the white waste of birds. Eventually, another civilization came to play, but this one so advanced with automobiles and cellular devices that the humans would always complain into about the twenty-first century being so dull, and to wait for the twenty-second, then things would be booming.

The gargoyle was ecstatic about his new company. But still, the months pasted as he slumped on the corroding arch with out attention. He was deprived of popularity and followers that the rock became angry. Fuming and riled up at the word, and at the humans who exiled him in this gloriful place, only to be mocked that the own grass recieved more T.L.C. than he did. It was absolutely terrible and cruel. The perfect torture.

Fortunately, benches were built around the arch's base, and people were able to admire the gargoyle once more. Except for the fact that the wooden seats were used more for handing out bread to magpies than to stare at the gargoyle's gorgeous shape. And so the rock thought: how meager I am, to perch here in front of these souls but to be out-loved by birds. I am weak. I am poor.

And he wasn't wrong.

So the gargoyle gingerly pushed a piece of his breaking body, and shoved it over the side of the arch, flattening a magpie that seemed to be attracting the attention of many foreigners who'd never seen such a bird. Screams rattled the arch's perimeter, proving that the gargoyle had killed the feathered creature, and while he was at it stole the attention back from the humans.

The idiom 'to kill two birds with one stone' seemed quite fitting then.

--

ahahaha; finally I got it done |D

This is fantastic!!! Awesome story

[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?

Ronny's Point of view.
There I sat, in front of Kiko. It was our very first date and things were going well. But, unfortunately, not the dog I was hoping to see on the other side of the table. I was still thinking about Misty, Though I knew that she's not, and never would be after me, And that thought made even my favorite food taste bitter. But, I had to enjoy my date with this guy I actually had a chance with.
**** WIP. I need to figure out what to write after this. Continue? ****

You know what, I'm done going through this part of the story because it's gonna be boring, XD;;
Ronny's point of view, still:
After my date with Kiko, I left, already looking forward to seeing my dear sister again. I was now available to her; it didn't work out with Kiko. When I did get home, my sister came sprinting down the stairs. Her lips were most definitely moving, but I suppose I still was ignoring her. I was lost in her eyes that so beautifully emphasized her fur color in every way. When she got me out of my gaze by shouting, she asked me again. "How did it go?"
All I could reply with were these few simple words that everyone has heard. "He's not really my type."
"Too bad. Oh, and I also asked if you'd like to see a movie tonight. Well, If it's not too late. There's a showing at eleven and I'm feeling a bit restless."
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My point of view:
The answer was simple. "Yes!"
The way Misty saw it, it was spending quality time with her sister. The way Ronny saw it, it was a date, indeed.
She slipped into her best dress, and went to the doorway.
Misty gave her an odd look, but either way, Ronny thought it was beautiful. "A bit elegant for a movie, don't you think, Ronny?"
It was finally coming to Ronny that Misty just wanted to go out and have fun.
She nodded. "I'm sorry, be right back." She came back, looking, how you say... Casual. Normal. However you'd like to put it.
Of course, going out with her sister would be awkward, and there were other people she liked. She knew she could always have a good time with her sister.

It's over, but some of the stuff wasn't actually writing, just what I would say, hense "Casual. Normal. However you'd like to put it." XD
That was awful. DX

[IgnoreThisAccount]

(Warning: This story I hope will be extremely long. Everyone with stories, please continue if you can.)

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Cauldron xXx Exception
{M} xXx {F}
"Ouch!" the girl yelped as I bumped into her from her left. "O-Oh, I'm really sorry..." I quickly excued myself, hoping no one else would notice me. A long journey lay in front of this herd. I was an everyday second-in-command stallion, and our herd was walking slowly to reach our now distant hill. I turned my head to the mare, which I was guessing was new, as I had never seen her before. She was rather light grey, with a dark grey patch down her back and white socks. Brown eyes, dark grey mane, she was a usual mare in this gigantic herd. But there was something strange about her. A dark brown mark, so definite, strange and neat it couldn't have been done by nature, was on her flank, but it was soon covered by her flicking tail.

"Say, what's your name?" I finally brought myself to asking the brown stallion beside me. He was second in command, I knew that, but I never got to know his name. At least I know the Alpha's. Anyway, the stallion's ears perked up and he turned his head towards me."Cauldron" he casually responded, blue eyes fixed forwards but occasionally turning towards me. "I'm Exception" I responded back, my voice shivering from the cold. Cauldron smiled and finally turned his head towards me fully "Say, where do you come from?". This question was often asked by other horses, so I responded with the lie I always told them "Oh, my parents were loners, lived with them for a while and after they died I joined the herd". My voice was less truthful than usual, but he bought in none-the-less.

I, Cauldron, wasn't fully sure of what she had said, but I played along and just nodded. I trotted back to my position, just behind the alpha. "How is it, Croaw?" I asked, now back to walking beside my striking white alpha. A group of mares stood behind me and Craow, giggling and blushing. Our alpha had always attracted many girls. I don't know if it was his white coat and blue eyes, or his rank, or maybe his extremely kind personality, but most of the ladies liked him-Especionally Raven. Anyway, the alpha turned to me and stared coldly "We're here". He stopped abruptly, and so did most of the rest of the herd. One little black and white foal kept happily trotting with his eyes closed and a big smile. The alpha smiled slightly as he went in front of him. The 'pack' spread out. Everything was back to normal. Except for me.

I smiled as I happily stood in my spot, but then a rather large shadow blocked the sun from my back. I turned around to see our alpha staring down at me. Before I could do or say anything except from shake from outmost fear, the alpha croaked "Come". Uh-Oh. THIS WAS NOT GOOD. The alpha and I walked into a dark corner, shadowed by the trees, and I could catch a glimpse of the second-in-command worriedly staring at me. "In a year, you'll be leaving. I can't stand having to always explain why you're gone during the moonlight hour. In a year, you leave" the alpha said in a low voice, staring coldly at me. I went frozen. My body froze, apart from the continous shivering and chattering of my teeth. The alpha turned around and left, leaving me there, starstruck by what he had said.
(Continue? 'Moonlight hour' is from midnight to 1am, just so you know.)

[Ineedatribal]

(Warning: This story I hope will be extremely long. Everyone with stories, please continue if you can.)

xXx[/url]
Cauldron xXx Exception
{M} xXx {F}
"Ouch!" the girl yelped as I bumped into her from her left. "O-Oh, I'm really sorry..." I quickly excued myself, hoping no one else would notice me. A long journey lay in front of this herd. I was an everyday second-in-command stallion, and our herd was walking slowly to reach our now distant hill. I turned my head to the mare, which I was guessing was new, as I had never seen her before. She was rather light grey, with a dark grey patch down her back and white socks. Brown eyes, dark grey mane, she was a usual mare in this gigantic herd. But there was something strange about her. A dark brown mark, so definite, strange and neat it couldn't have been done by nature, was on her flank, but it was soon covered by her flicking tail.

"Say, what's your name?" I finally brought myself to asking the brown stallion beside me. He was second in command, I knew that, but I never got to know his name. At least I know the Alpha's. Anyway, the stallion's ears perked up and he turned his head towards me."Cauldron" he casually responded, blue eyes fixed forwards but occasionally turning towards me. "I'm Exception" I responded back, my voice shivering from the cold. Cauldron smiled and finally turned his head towards me fully "Say, where do you come from?". This question was often asked by other horses, so I responded with the lie I always told them "Oh, my parents were loners, lived with them for a while and after they died I joined the herd". My voice was less truthful than usual, but he bought in none-the-less.

I, Cauldron, wasn't fully sure of what she had said, but I played along and just nodded. I trotted back to my position, just behind the alpha. "How is it, Croaw?" I asked, now back to walking beside my striking white alpha. A group of mares stood behind me and Craow, giggling and blushing. Our alpha had always attracted many girls. I don't know if it was his white coat and blue eyes, or his rank, or maybe his extremely kind personality, but most of the ladies liked him-Especionally Raven. Anyway, the alpha turned to me and stared coldly "We're here". He stopped abruptly, and so did most of the rest of the herd. One little black and white foal kept happily trotting with his eyes closed and a big smile. The alpha smiled slightly as he went in front of him. The 'pack' spread out. Everything was back to normal. Except for me.

I smiled as I happily stood in my spot, but then a rather large shadow blocked the sun from my back. I turned around to see our alpha staring down at me. Before I could do or say anything except from shake from outmost fear, the alpha croaked "Come". Uh-Oh. THIS WAS NOT GOOD. The alpha and I walked into a dark corner, shadowed by the trees, and I could catch a glimpse of the second-in-command worriedly staring at me. "In a year, you'll be leaving. I can't stand having to always explain why you're gone during the moonlight hour. In a year, you leave" the alpha said in a low voice, staring coldly at me. I went frozen. My body froze, apart from the continous shivering and chattering of my teeth. The alpha turned around and left, leaving me there, starstruck by what he had said.
(Continue? 'Moonlight hour' is from midnight to 1am, just so you know.)

Please do!