Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Zeee]

with the rythm, our feet danced along the damp, mossy grass outside of the cottage. we pulled together, my head on his shoulders, and his head held up high. the music sung in the air, my heart racing, the wet grass splashing underneath out feet.

this, well, this was love.

sad to think no one may never know.


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[ThisIsInCode]

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Wing (M) X Sprinkles (F)
I imagine them to look like a little boy in a black jacket, white shirt, and pants with a little girl wearing a pink dress.

[Ineedatribal]

with the rythm, our feet danced along the damp, mossy grass outside of the cottage. we pulled together, my head on his shoulders, and his head held up high. the music sung in the air, my heart racing, the wet grass splashing underneath out feet.

this, well, this was love.

sad to think no one may never know.


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Awwwwh! Yes!

[~Fallen Angel~]

I will add the pets later, but this is based partially on a true event- a guy from my grade tried to steal my hat from behind and without even thinking I got him in an armlock and took it back. I didn't think I could do that

Aralia sat back in her seat, eyes fleeting round the room as she half-listened to the teacher drone on about the feeding habits of slowworms. Most of the class were in various stages of boredom; one guy was even asleep on his desk. She rolled her eyes and pulled her jet-black hair into a ponytail. This assignment was obviously a waste of time.
But then she saw him. Like most of the class, his chin was resting on his hand and his eyes were half-closed, but beneath the lids his eyes were flitting about quickly. She scanned his clothes for a sign- anything- to tell her whether he was an Assassin or one of the Elite. An innocent-looking sword pendant lay at his throat and she made sure to discreetly hide her own cobweb one beneath her shirt.
At that point, the bell rang. As if he had sensed her gaze, he looked up at her as she gathered her books and his eyes drifted towards her throat, where a few silver strands of the fine web pendant still showed. She pulled up her collar and hurried out of the classroom.
***
Sonaro cursed himself for being so obvious. She would know that he knew about her now. That the Elite were on to her. Letting her see the pendant was bad enough, but now she would know for sure that he was an Elite spy.
As he followed her outside, hhe debated what to do. Should he kill her now and get it over with? No, that would attract too much attention. Should he get the headquarters to dispose of her quietly? No, people would wonder where she had gone.
By the time he had caught up to her, he had decided to befriend her and kill her later. He would be able to do it quietly and without too much fuss, and he could tell those who wondered that she had had to move away at short notice. He tapped her on the shoulder, and before he knew what was happening she had twisted his arm and placed a warning hand on his chest. She said nothing, but he understood her penetrating gaze.
As she released him and walked off, he rubbed his wrist and watched her.
That look had said, Try anything and you're dead.

[nostalgiatech]

All of these stories are so good, guys♥ I know we are making our homes proud that they could produce such amazing writers ! c':

@aquamarine; Nice poetry; you rhymed well for a long poem like that. I can never think of any words when I need them OTL
@rainy.day; I love your style of writing. o3o And the way you repeat the phrases in your story is real clever - I love to do that so much - and it graces the text perfectly.
@SkySmoke; Late reply is late, but your story is amazing. I can't wait to read more !♥
@wibeke; I had to go rumage through the pages to find your story. And oh God - it was worth it. I am tempted to type in yellow now ~ eue

My muse - once again has returned ! 8D

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me && you

I love this love this love this! Your writing skills are amazing!

Archive'd.
I was digging through my drafts and found this. It was half done and I swear it wasn't supposed to end like that. |D;;

[ There once was a story, a silly old tale
Of how a rusty old rose
Blossomed back to health
In the hands of an odd young male ] ...

That was amazing to read! <3

[nostalgiatech]

The Blind and the Terrible


Pet's name: Mini
Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!

Pet's name: Villian
Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!

I was almost glad she couldn't see the horrible villain within me.

Villian hid in the shadows, never to be seen. The guards patroled the night, searching for the treacherous dog. People and groups of people on the streets were shouting 3 words. 3 words over and over again. "Kill the villain!" they would shout, Villian resisting the urge to kill them also, among the many he had killed in his lifetime.

When dawn began, the shouting stopped. The guards suddenly went back to their homes. Villian could finally come out.

Villian wandered around the bare streets, ready to kill any person who would dare show his or her face. It was true, Villian was a villain. He, ready to destroy any being that came close to him, was somewhat lonely. But that could never stop him. When Villian would awaken to his monster inside, others would scream and cower in fear.

Villian kept on walking, never stopping. He eventually reached a village, nature dominant in pretty much everywhere. No one was screaming. No one was running away. No one was trying to kill him. They didn't even pay any attention to him. Villian liked it that way. But there was one person who was looking straight at him. A young girl, pale skin, and wearing a black hood. Her eyes looked distant and clear. And then all of a sudden, the girl started walking towards him, wearing a curious look on her face. Villian said nothing.
"Mister, why does no one look at you? Why do you look like a stranger?" the girl asked like she knew him, "and why do you look so lonely?"

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part 2 later. Anyone like?

Part 2!

Villian looked puzzled, but he said nothing. The girl smiled and grabbed his hand. "Come on, Mr Quiet-person, let me show you around the village!" she said and skipped off to the town, Villian following behind her, trying to get away. He didn't want to harm any more innocent people.
They came to a market place, lively and full of colours. Everyone looked at the girl and greeted her, and then returned to what they were doing. The girl smiled happily.
"That voice over there belongs to Mr Barbir, he's always smelling like fruit," the girl pointed to a fat man selling apricots, "and that voice over there belongs to Mz Evermot." she pointed to a tall lady, singing loudly, a few people stopping to listen to her voice. She looked quite old and wrinkled. She had a stern look on her face constantly. "Mz Evermot is a very kind lady. Her voice is beautiful and she used to sing a lullaby to me when i was younger." the girl said. Villian frowned.
"Why are you telling me all of this, little girl?" Villian asked, hiding the fact that this village felt very welcoming to him, though he did not want to admit it. The girl put her hands on her hips.
"My name is not 'little girl', it's Mini. And don't friends introduce friends to their other friends?"
"Hold on, since when were we friends?"
Mini laughed. "Since i met you, silly!"

I hope you like! May not be the best piece of writing i ever produced, though.

[TigressJaguiar]

The Blind and the Terrible


Pet's name: Mini
Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!

Pet's name: Villian
Adopt virtual pets at Chicken Smoothie!

I was almost glad she couldn't see the horrible villain within me.

Villian hid in the shadows, never to be seen. The guards patroled the night, searching for the treacherous dog. People and groups of people on the streets were shouting 3 words. 3 words over and over again. "Kill the villain!" they would shout, Villian resisting the urge to kill them also, among the many he had killed in his lifetime.

When dawn began, the shouting stopped. The guards suddenly went back to their homes. Villian could finally come out.

Villian wandered around the bare streets, ready to kill any person who would dare show his or her face. It was true, Villian was a villain. He, ready to destroy any being that came close to him, was somewhat lonely. But that could never stop him. When Villian would awaken to his monster inside, others would scream and cower in fear.

Villian kept on walking, never stopping. He eventually reached a village, nature dominant in pretty much everywhere. No one was screaming. No one was running away. No one was trying to kill him. They didn't even pay any attention to him. Villian liked it that way. But there was one person who was looking straight at him. A young girl, pale skin, and wearing a black hood. Her eyes looked distant and clear. And then all of a sudden, the girl started walking towards him, wearing a curious look on her face. Villian said nothing.
"Mister, why does no one look at you? Why do you look like a stranger?" the girl asked like she knew him, "and why do you look so lonely?"

~~
part 2 later. Anyone like?

Part 2!

Villian looked puzzled, but he said nothing. The girl smiled and grabbed his hand. "Come on, Mr Quiet-person, let me show you around the village!" she said and skipped off to the town, Villian following behind her, trying to get away. He didn't want to harm any more innocent people.
They came to a market place, lively and full of colours. Everyone looked at the girl and greeted her, and then returned to what they were doing. The girl smiled happily.
"That voice over there belongs to Mr Barbir, he's always smelling like fruit," the girl pointed to a fat man selling apricots, "and that voice over there belongs to Mz Evermot." she pointed to a tall lady, singing loudly, a few people stopping to listen to her voice. She looked quite old and wrinkled. She had a stern look on her face constantly. "Mz Evermot is a very kind lady. Her voice is beautiful and she used to sing a lullaby to me when i was younger." the girl said. Villian frowned.
"Why are you telling me all of this, little girl?" Villian asked, hiding the fact that this village felt very welcoming to him, though he did not want to admit it. The girl put her hands on her hips.
"My name is not 'little girl', it's Mini. And don't friends introduce friends to their other friends?"
"Hold on, since when were we friends?"
Mini laughed. "Since i met you, silly!"

I hope you like! May not be the best piece of writing i ever produced, though.

Cute! please continue!

[Lovely Dreamer]

The Dark One <3 The Light One
should I do a story on this couple?

[s y n]

Steele [♂] .&. Knighte [♂]


"Steele, front and center!"

The words rang in my ears. I wasn't truly listening, but the command brought me out of my reverie. I stepped forward from the line, standing tall and still. "Sir yes sir!" I barked instantaneously on sheer instinct. Life in the military wasn't paradisiacal, but the indoctrination really kept things in order, and you learned to do the things you did daily without even giving it a second thought.
The commander - the lead of the military forces, just under the general - was who really caught my eye. A handsome roan-pelted young brute, proud and brave, with pinkish eyes that showed an inspiring strength despite the fact that is was rumored that his past was abhorrently affright. He was invigorating in my mind. As for appearance? Well, he was definitely a looker, to put it mildly. And I, a young military recruit, had the pleasure of being his apprentice.
"Care for a spar?" Knighte inquired with a charming grin.
"You think I'm ready?" I asked, blinking in surprise.
"Ready enough. I'll be victorious, of course, but you might as well try or else you'll never be as exceptional as I convinced General Sauyr you'd be."
He thought I'd be exceptional? The knowledge warmed my heart, and I held back a fancied smile. "Well, then let's get on with it." I chuckled, beginning to trot toward the sparring grounds.
Once there, Knighte stopped only a few steps from me and I turned to face him. "Seeing as this is your first military spar, it won't be very harsh. I'm going to teach you the basics first." he told me. I nodded in apprehension.
"This is the basic attack stance." Knighte said, his head lowered and his body tensed, like a coiled cobra ready to spring. He straighted up, trotting to my side as I attempted it. He sat on his haunches, examining my stance. He put his paw to my cheek, pushing my head right a little bit. Walking around me, I felt some extra weight upon my lower back. "Lower yourself a bit more." he said, watching me as I followed his careful instruction.
Some recruits were a bit hesitant to have their bodily movements corrected seeing as they found it a bit awkward, especially since Commander Knighte had no clue just how intimate one-on-one training time was. I myself enjoyed the physical contact, but most of the other recruits didn't... Well, let's just say they didn't swing the way I did.
"Okay, so you got that down. Now a defensive stance."
I got this one immediately. No correction. I was a bit disappointed, but Knighte was impressed. "Like this?" I asked, sitting on my haunches, and holding my paws up.
"No, like this." Knighte said, sitting right behind me and wrapping his strong arms around me, adjusting my paws. He pushed each paw forward as if I were blocking attacks from an unseen oponent. I was happy in his embrace. But he pulled away abruptly, clearing his throat. "Good job. I think we'll call it a day."
"But, what about the spar?"
"That'll, erm, have to wait." he replied stiffly, dropping to all fours. "Well done, Private." he said awkwardly, before leaving me alone in the training grounds.
So now I was back to being called by my rank? He had just gotten to calling me by my name, and now I'm back to this? I sighed, waiting a few minutes before heading back to the bunkers.




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[Lunar Lullabies]

Steele [♂] .&. Knighte [♂]


"Steele, front and center!"

The words rang in my ears. I wasn't truly listening, but the command brought me out of my reverie. I stepped forward from the line, standing tall and still. "Sir yes sir!" I barked instantaneously on sheer instinct. Life in the military wasn't paradisiacal, but the indoctrination really kept things in order, and you learned to do the things you did daily without even giving it a second thought.
The commander - the lead of the military forces, just under the general - was who really caught my eye. A handsome roan-pelted young brute, proud and brave, with pinkish eyes that showed an inspiring strength despite the fact that is was rumored that his past was abhorrently affright. He was invigorating in my mind. As for appearance? Well, he was definitely a looker, to put it mildly. And I, a young military recruit, had the pleasure of being his apprentice.
"Care for a spar?" Knighte inquired with a charming grin.
"You think I'm ready?" I asked, blinking in surprise.
"Ready enough. I'll be victorious, of course, but you might as well try or else you'll never be as exceptional as I convinced General Sauyr you'd be."
He thought I'd be exceptional? The knowledge warmed my heart, and I held back a fancied smile. "Well, then let's get on with it." I chuckled, beginning to trot toward the sparring grounds.
Once there, Knighte stopped only a few steps from me and I turned to face him. "Seeing as this is your first military spar, it won't be very harsh. I'm going to teach you the basics first." he told me. I nodded in apprehension.
"This is the basic attack stance." Knighte said, his head lowered and his body tensed, like a coiled cobra ready to spring. He straighted up, trotting to my side as I attempted it. He sat on his haunches, examining my stance. He put his paw to my cheek, pushing my head right a little bit. Walking around me, I felt some extra weight upon my lower back. "Lower yourself a bit more." he said, watching me as I followed his careful instruction.
Some recruits were a bit hesitant to have their bodily movements corrected seeing as they found it a bit awkward, especially since Commander Knighte had no clue just how intimate one-on-one training time was. I myself enjoyed the physical contact, but most of the other recruits didn't... Well, let's just say they didn't swing the way I did.
"Okay, so you got that down. Now a defensive stance."
I got this one immediately. No correction. I was a bit disappointed, but Knighte was impressed. "Like this?" I asked, sitting on my haunches, and holding my paws up.
"No, like this." Knighte said, sitting right behind me and wrapping his strong arms around me, adjusting my paws. He pushed each paw forward as if I were blocking attacks from an unseen oponent. I was happy in his embrace. But he pulled away abruptly, clearing his throat. "Good job. I think we'll call it a day."
"But, what about the spar?"
"That'll, erm, have to wait." he replied stiffly, dropping to all fours. "Well done, Private." he said awkwardly, before leaving me alone in the training grounds.
So now I was back to being called by my rank? He had just gotten to calling me by my name, and now I'm back to this? I sighed, waiting a few minutes before heading back to the bunkers.




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I like it. C: I'd love to hear more. <3