Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[micah]

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you may say you only see two [or three or four or five . . . ]
but have you really opened your eyes?
take a look inside, take a look at me
and notice I'm an icosahedron - me, me, of all things!

I have twenty faces.
None of which function, none of which do me good. You may ask, "Then why, why have you not had them removed?"
Well, if it was that way I couldn't say I was an icosahedron. I like geometry. And shapes.

But the icosahedron has got to be my favorite, I mean, since I am one.

I have twenty faces. And you may not see them all.
Your pink eyes look at me and you ask, oh you ask, "Why, why can't I see them all?"
Some are not on my body. Some are more... Oh, how could I put this? --In my mind? Take it as someone's who happens to be two-faced, and multiply that by ten.

I have twenty faces and I may not be proud of all of them.
But that's okay, you like each and every one of them, dont'cha? I hope you do, because... If not, I've got twenty faces to stare you down with...
They do say an innocent look can't go by the book.

[Lunar Lullabies]

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you may say you only see two [or three or four or five . . . ]
but have you really opened your eyes?
take a look inside, take a look at me
and notice I'm an icosahedron - me, me, of all things!

I have twenty faces.
None of which function, none of which do me good. You may ask, "Then why, why have you not had them removed?"
Well, if it was that way I couldn't say I was an icosahedron. I like geometry. And shapes.

But the icosahedron has got to be my favorite, I mean, since I am one.

I have twenty faces. And you may not see them all.
Your pink eyes look at me and you ask, oh you ask, "Why, why can't I see them all?"
Some are not on my body. Some are more... Oh, how could I put this? --In my mind? Take it as someone's who happens to be two-faced, and multiply that by ten.

I have twenty faces and I may not be proud of all of them.
But that's okay, you like each and every one of them, dont'cha? I hope you do, because... If not, I've got twenty faces to stare you down with...
They do say an innocent look can't go by the book.

That's really interesting... I like it. 8D

[Lennie]

hehe, so late in commenting on stories. D:
so many talented writers! I'd go into more detail for each person, but... It would take a bit of time. :3

{please refresh if you don't see the hat and the owl. :3 }
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{{ "It's empty in the valley of your heart.
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk. Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind. The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see but I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat..."

The brim of his hat held an unusual weight, and light though it was, it caused the brim to bend forming a perfect seat for the sprite which sat within its curve. Its hands rested to its sides, and its feet hung down just to the length of the man's chin just above a shining golden button which held together the cloak which he wore. She wore a faint smile, her hair hiding her eyes from the world, her small dress which had a similar button on the opposing side hiding the rest of her appearance. Her pink wings fluttered faintly from time to time causing the feather on the other side of the hat to move faintly.

The man himself was a unique sight on his own, his eyes being hidden by a unique mask that formed in a wave like shape that seemed misplaced. His skin was near being sickly pale, but still retained a note of color and his stature was quite strong being a rather tall man with quite a note of muscles to tone his shape.
In his hands was held a young child, wrapped in a dark colored cloth, woven of soft yarn to comfort the child as he was held, moving from land to land.
It had been some time since he had first discovered the child, and still in his mind, the memory was vivid of finding the young child's blanket suspending the child in a near cocoon in midair a sign hung from its neck.
Beware the outcast.

{{ "But I will hold on hope,
and I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck.
And I'll find strength in pain, and I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again..."

The child was growing, and how quickly he seemed to mature. Simple things bored him, he cared little for learning to count and read, watching the leaves fall in autumn and see the dancing snowflakes made him sneer. For such a young age, it was a rather frightening prospect. But the man hardly cared, and nor did his sprite, who seemed to swing its legs as it sat perched upon the hat, humming a merry tune. They didn't notice the small owl that was within the blanket protecting the boy, they didn't know the source of the whispers of the night that seemed to come from where the boy lay. Rather, they concerned themselves little, only remembering that they had saved an outcast from a certain death within the unforgiving forest.
Yet, they still walked within it, and whether they realized it or not,
the forest was still unkind, unforgiving of even the simplest mistakes.

{{ all right, so I'll finish this when the pup grows a little older. ^^ Anyone interested for me to continue?
Oh and for those who are curious, the song is The Cave by Mumford and Sons. <3 }}

[Canair]

<3 Lennie: :'D That was beautiful! Of course I wish you to continue. <3
Also, I adore M&S. ouo b Great song choice. xD
|whisper|

[artemis5001]

{{ all right, so I'll finish this when the pup grows a little older. ^^ Anyone interested for me to continue?
Oh and for those who are curious, the song is The Cave by Mumford and Sons. <3 }}

I really like it ^^ Please do continue as he grows

[Mura]

Pair from way back on page one I never wrote a story for :I
I am rubbish at writing stories. I haven't written one for months. ;u; I hope this one is at least semi-decent.
Lyrics used are from the song Blue by Regina Spektor

xx
{Nameless ♀ xXx Skywatcher ♂}

He stumbled into faith and though
'God this is all there is?'
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe

When he left school at the young age of sixteen he had been prepared to waste away the next few years in blissful ignorance at the expense of his poor parents. He had never been particularly close to them; indeed, half his life he had spent with his grandmother, but he was now too old to look after the boy and his parents had begrudgingly taken him back. In such case as his, it was hard to tell whether it was his attitude or his parents who were truely at thought.

His view on life by this stepping stone in his journey was more than a little negative-- he had no hopes or dreams, though his one pleasure was nothing; doing nothing, watching the sky. Maybe that's why his parents were tired of him so fast. After only three months of this unsteady habit of nothing at the family exense, he was forced to leave, and leave he did.

He was sorry to lose the support but not sorry to see them gone. Of course, he was not used to fending for himself; his one big problem in life was dependance and his other big problem gluttony. So back he went to his frail old grandma, eighty-five and barely struggling to continue living alone, at the promise he would not cause as much kerfuffle as when he was in his junior years.

It was there the skywatcher learned to paint.

He took a step and then felt tired
He said, 'I'll rest a little while.'
But when he tried to walk again
He wasn't a child.

They had little money between them, but instead of wanting to move on to his next rock of support, he remained-- his childhood memories were bound to this dark-haired blue-eyed lady, he owed her a debt even the laziest and low could not pass on. A debt of company, if nothing else. His grandma didn't recieve enough for a young man and one of old to live together comfortable, so she painted pictures and sold them to neighbours. Twice the skywatcher had asked her if he would try and get larger sums from a gallery, twice the wiser refused him; as long as she earned enough from it, she wanted to continue selling to her friends.

The young man, with nothing better to do than skywatching, also began observing the gentle and tender strokes of the lady's brush as she painted pictures of fae and fauna and faraway fantasy land, and as he did so began to find something knew inside of him: a will to move, live, love and learn. It wasn't long after he arrived at the old lady's did he pick up a brush and experiment.

Although his first few attempts were a couple strokes short of humiliating, he was assured by the wisened vision of his elder that he had potential, and it was within his grasp. So he drew his weapon and painted until the magic had spilled from his grandmother's hands to his own, and he himself continued to weave the pictures that told the stories of the land of the imagination.

On the night of his eightteenth birthday, the old lady he had grown to love slipped from the chains of reality and ascended to heaven. However, he had learned his lesson.

He was ready to move on, too.

And all the people hurried fast
Real fast
And no-one ever smiled...

[artemis5001]

Pair from way back on page one I never wrote a story for :I
I am rubbish at writing stories. I haven't written one for months. ;u; I hope this one is at least semi-decent.
Lyrics used are from the song Blue by Regina Spektor

xx
{Nameless ♀ xXx Skywatcher ♂}

So very beautiful. I loved it

[aquamarine]

Fluttershy ID#10101[f] xxx Dragon ID#1[m]



You laugh because I'm different ... but I laugh because you're the same.

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She was number 10,101, the latest mix of butterfly and wolf. She was by far the most beautiful because of her lovely light green coloring and rounded wings and tail rather then sharp. She glanced around the room at the thousands of creatures, all part of a new hybrid species affectionately called Fluttershies.

One of the two-legged men approached her and gently gave her an approving pat on the head. Turning to the second man, he nodded. "She's the one to use. Absolutely perfect."

He took her by her scruff and led her to a small room. "Flick on the lights." he called to yet another man.

The white lights were suddenly on, illuminating the room and the creature that stood in the center. She let out a gasp, unable to hide her fear.

"Fluttershy, meet your new mate. A new creation we like to call dragon."

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=shies away- Don't throw things. The idea for this sounded cool in my head ;A;

[mawsoleum]

xx the sailboat|the sea xx

story? C:

[artemis5001]

xx the sailboat|the sea xx

story? C:

Absolutely! I love spending my time reading the stories here