Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[. Delirium .]

Oridion '01'♂----------------Evannah '02'♀

The Manipulate

He watched in horror as a figure flickered into view on the old, cracking screen. "What-What have you done with her?!" he demanded. "Evannah!"
"Oridion," she whispered, and placed a paw up against the screen. Her image was flickering, as if she herself were beginning to fade out of existence, her voice freezing almost mechanically.
"Oh Evannah, I'm so so sorry. I promise, I will come and get you!"
She shook her head slowly, tears brimming at her eyes. "There's no point, it's too late." she began to fade out of the picture.
"No, Evannah! Evannah!" he banged his paw repeatedly against the screen until the figure in the cloak re-appeared. "You again, what have you done with her?!"
The Manipulate spoke, his mouth unmoving for his face was covered by a mask to conceal his gruelish identity. "I have done nothing to her," he spoke slowly, deliberately, "yet."
"Tell me where she is! Tell me! Tell me!"
"You know what you must do. I hope you will re-consider our offer. You have twenty-four hours, or we will dispose of her."
With a snarl of anguish, he slammed his paw yet again into the screen, with enough force to shatter it, sending a shower of glass and sparks into the dusty attic. The Manipulate's words echoed around in his head.
You have twenty-four hours,
He walked over to the balcony, and gazed out at the mighty Eifel tower, standing against the London sky like an iron giant. Oridian gripped the railing tightly.
or we will dispose of her.

[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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{{ "so come out of your cave walking on your hands,
and see the world hanging upside down,
you can understand dependence, when you know the maker's hand.
so make your siren's call, and sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say..."

The boy was at least ten by now, and what was even more frightening was that his personality was still sinister, with how he acted. He had a sneer etched permanently upon his rather tanned face, and what was said was that it was from ill humor, not of one of kindness or sympathy. He didn't enjoy the chirping of birds in the morning, the crows in the late afternoon seemed to nag him as salting a wound might, but still the man didn't notice. He only saw the child as a mere child with an odd yet active sense of humor, and in that sense perhaps he was ignorant. But he felt as though the child was at least just a tad grateful for the care that he was tended by the man, though perhaps that was his ignorance striking him once more.

The young child only held one note of innocence with him, that all made certain to notice, and such was the blanket that he still carried with him from his experience as a childhood. And though the man didn't tell the child, he still held the sign that had hung upon the neck of the child when he'd been young. Yet the words of etchings had been faded quite a ways, though he could still trace out the wording upon the board.
Beware the Outcast.

{{ "cause I need freedom now, and I need to know how
to live my life as it's meant to be...
and 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..."

He must have been beyond his mid-teens by this point in time. But things had changed; no not for the better, oh by far life had gotten worse for both the man and for the child. The child's level of hatred had grown to an unexplainable extent, and if it wasn't enough, well, it seemed that the boy had been earning such hate from a figure who told him that life could be better without the man who restrained him from living freely.
--
"But why, after so many years...?"
The laugh was painful to hear, the grating sound of the icy laugh seeming to scar the ears of the man who heard it while upon the ground, his wound placing him in a slowly expanding pool of scarlet. "As if you don't know?"
Pausing, he began to pace before him, his expression hardened to the expression of scorn which he held for such a lengthy period of time. "You've given me no freedom to live my life, and you've never allowed me to be free of the forest. Why is that so? You always told me tales of travel, yet you never have given me the freedom to do so myself. Now, dare I ask why that is?"
The man couldn't bring himself to reply as his eyes slowly began to close, and for a mere moment he thought he saw something he'd wished he hadn't seen.
"Oh, and here's your other pet."
With a flick of his wrist, the young man had tossed a small rag doll like creature upon the man's body, and with a faint moan of sorrow, the man's dimming eyes took notice of the small faerie who had always been with him, now dead upon his chest, it's body only rising and falling at the ragged breaths that the man breathed himself.
"Goodbye, master. I hope you choke on the misery that you brought me as you die on your own."
Smirking cruelly, the young man turned to walk away, out of the blanket appearing a small white owl that seemed to smile sweetly at the sight of death behind the two upon the ground as they walked away at a steady pace.

{{ sorry for the incredibly late continuation, I needed to wait for the pup to grow up. }}

[. Delirium .]

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 }
/ - / - / - / - / - /

{{ "so come out of your cave walking on your hands,
and see the world hanging upside down,
you can understand dependence, when you know the maker's hand.
so make your siren's call, and sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say..."

The boy was at least ten by now, and what was even more frightening was that his personality was still sinister, with how he acted. He had a sneer etched permanently upon his rather tanned face, and what was said was that it was from ill humor, not of one of kindness or sympathy. He didn't enjoy the chirping of birds in the morning, the crows in the late afternoon seemed to nag him as salting a wound might, but still the man didn't notice. He only saw the child as a mere child with an odd yet active sense of humor, and in that sense perhaps he was ignorant. But he felt as though the child was at least just a tad grateful for the care that he was tended by the man, though perhaps that was his ignorance striking him once more.

The young child only held one note of innocence with him, that all made certain to notice, and such was the blanket that he still carried with him from his experience as a childhood. And though the man didn't tell the child, he still held the sign that had hung upon the neck of the child when he'd been young. Yet the words of etchings had been faded quite a ways, though he could still trace out the wording upon the board.
Beware the Outcast.

{{ "cause I need freedom now, and I need to know how
to live my life as it's meant to be...
and 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..."

He must have been beyond his mid-teens by this point in time. But things had changed; no not for the better, oh by far life had gotten worse for both the man and for the child. The child's level of hatred had grown to an unexplainable extent, and if it wasn't enough, well, it seemed that the boy had been earning such hate from a figure who told him that life could be better without the man who restrained him from living freely.
--
"But why, after so many years...?"
The laugh was painful to hear, the grating sound of the icy laugh seeming to scar the ears of the man who heard it while upon the ground, his wound placing him in a slowly expanding pool of scarlet. "As if you don't know?"
Pausing, he began to pace before him, his expression hardened to the expression of scorn which he held for such a lengthy period of time. "You've given me no freedom to live my life, and you've never allowed me to be free of the forest. Why is that so? You always told me tales of travel, yet you never have given me the freedom to do so myself. Now, dare I ask why that is?"
The man couldn't bring himself to reply as his eyes slowly began to close, and for a mere moment he thought he saw something he'd wished he hadn't seen.
"Oh, and here's your other pet."
With a flick of his wrist, the young man had tossed a small rag doll like creature upon the man's body, and with a faint moan of sorrow, the man's dimming eyes took notice of the small faerie who had always been with him, now dead upon his chest, it's body only rising and falling at the ragged breaths that the man breathed himself.
"Goodbye, master. I hope you choke on the misery that you brought me as you die on your own."
Smirking cruelly, the young man turned to walk away, out of the blanket appearing a small white owl that seemed to smile sweetly at the sight of death behind the two upon the ground as they walked away at a steady pace.

{{ sorry for the incredibly late continuation, I needed to wait for the pup to grow up. }}

Amazing!

[artemis5001]

Oridion '01'♂----------------Evannah '02'♀

The Manipulate

He watched in horror as a figure flickered into view on the old, cracking screen. "What-What have you done with her?!" he demanded. "Evannah!"
"Oridion," she whispered, and placed a paw up against the screen. Her image was flickering, as if she herself were beginning to fade out of existence, her voice freezing almost mechanically.
"Oh Evannah, I'm so so sorry. I promise, I will come and get you!"
She shook her head slowly, tears brimming at her eyes. "There's no point, it's too late." she began to fade out of the picture.
"No, Evannah! Evannah!" he banged his paw repeatedly against the screen until the figure in the cloak re-appeared. "You again, what have you done with her?!"
The Manipulate spoke, his mouth unmoving for his face was covered by a mask to conceal his gruelish identity. "I have done nothing to her," he spoke slowly, deliberately, "yet."
"Tell me where she is! Tell me! Tell me!"
"You know what you must do. I hope you will re-consider our offer. You have twenty-four hours, or we will dispose of her."
With a snarl of anguish, he slammed his paw yet again into the screen, with enough force to shatter it, sending a shower of glass and sparks into the dusty attic. The Manipulate's words echoed around in his head.
You have twenty-four hours,
He walked over to the balcony, and gazed out at the mighty Eifel tower, standing against the London sky like an iron giant. Oridian gripped the railing tightly.
or we will dispose of her.

MOAR Shawna! Don't leave us hanging

[. Delirium .]

Oridion '01'♂----------------Evannah '02'♀

The Manipulate

He watched in horror as a figure flickered into view on the old, cracking screen. "What-What have you done with her?!" he demanded. "Evannah!"
"Oridion," she whispered, and placed a paw up against the screen. Her image was flickering, as if she herself were beginning to fade out of existence, her voice freezing almost mechanically.
"Oh Evannah, I'm so so sorry. I promise, I will come and get you!"
She shook her head slowly, tears brimming at her eyes. "There's no point, it's too late." she began to fade out of the picture.
"No, Evannah! Evannah!" he banged his paw repeatedly against the screen until the figure in the cloak re-appeared. "You again, what have you done with her?!"
The Manipulate spoke, his mouth unmoving for his face was covered by a mask to conceal his gruelish identity. "I have done nothing to her," he spoke slowly, deliberately, "yet."
"Tell me where she is! Tell me! Tell me!"
"You know what you must do. I hope you will re-consider our offer. You have twenty-four hours, or we will dispose of her."
With a snarl of anguish, he slammed his paw yet again into the screen, with enough force to shatter it, sending a shower of glass and sparks into the dusty attic. The Manipulate's words echoed around in his head.
You have twenty-four hours,
He walked over to the balcony, and gazed out at the mighty Eifel tower, standing against the London sky like an iron giant. Oridian gripped the railing tightly.
or we will dispose of her.

MOAR Shawna! Don't leave us hanging

I'm glad you like ^^ I'm already working on the second part

[Smoogiepie]

~ ~ ~
We're only young and naive still, we require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind; hard to control when it begins
The bittersweet between my teeth.. Trying to find the in-betweens
...Fall back in love eventually
~
Can't help myself but count the flaws, claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape; feel it start to permeate
~
We lie beneath the stars at night, hands holding each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die; Promises, swear them to the sky
~
As it withers..Brittle it shakes..Can you whisper, As it crumbles and breaks..As you shiver, Count up all your mistakes; Pair of forgivers..Let go before it's too late
Can you whisper
Can you whisper

[. Delirium .]

Oridion '01'♂----------------Evannah '02'♀

The Manipulate

Part One


She closed her eyes and let her mind drift off again, to a place far away from this liquid tank. She could feel her hair lightly brush her face as his words rang through her soul.
Evannah....
Evannah....
What have you done to her?
The real question was what hadn't they done? A salty tear mixed with the foggy liquid that enveloped her, But what did it matter? Oridion wouldn't do all those things just to save her.
Or would he?
No, she knew him to be better than that. After all, he did make her a promise. A promise. Promises are to be kept, aren't they? She had never once in her life broken a promise. Ever. And neither had Oridion.
Oridion...
With his sleek, short hair, and his quiet, yet explosive personality, he was a perfect match for her. Or rather, she was the perfect match for him. Another tear merged into the foggy liquid with a faint sizzle.
I can't take it any longer.
She couldn't take it, the thoughts, tests, everything. Opening her mouth and sucking in the wrteched, nasty liquid, Evannah started choking, convulging, her insides burning up from the poison.

[artemis5001]

Oridion '01'♂----------------Evannah '02'♀

The Manipulate

:O! She better not die Dx

[micah]

@Xrae; all of these new posts make me feel like I'm replying late. ^^; I suppose I am, but thank you! Your comments [and everyone's] make me feel great~~
..
This is more of a vent story. Or something.
____
the train never left but it rattles
the train the train it...


It was one of those things that could not be helped.
Though it was a rather classic and fermented phrase it brought the magenta-eyed man comfort. It still lingered that perhaps it could be helped- quickly, he chased the thought from his mind like a feline after a mouse. As it seems, figurative language is his default.

Drawing his knees to his chest, he felt his small body compact. Now he fit fully in the chair and he felt like it left more room for the other to return home. "It is safe here." The whisper was small, untruthful, and daunting tovhear out loud. Even in his own voice. "Why did I not challenge you...?" Snorting in an exhale he grabbed a tissue. "I suppose it was always something you wanted and something I was never willing to conform to,"

"It's something that couldn't be helped." There was a light chortle from the doorway and when he didn't turn he heard fingers puttering on the brass-colored wood. "Please quit dwelling on it, you... You make me feel as if a train is rattling in my brain."

"While I apologize I have no regrets for my feelings. What you have done, is in a word--"

"Unforgivable?" His green eyes were dark now and while they hinted at a brooding feel, it brought the other man much comfort. More than the phrase full of truth- or if you'd rather, lies.

(the train never left, though it may seem so
no room for regret, that's why it is drone
it's stuck in your closet with no room to go
so that poor passenger is forced back home)
the train never left, the train never left

[s y n]

[GUESS WHO'S BACK?!
*drumroll*]
































scarlett .&. naikota



we are inseperable
our love is so bright
our passion is so immense
it burns like the flame of a candle during the night



"I've always loved the name Victoria."
"That's such a goody-two-shoes name."
Scarlett laughed brightly, pushing him playfully. "Oh really? I'd like to see you come up with something better."
Naikota rolled his eyes. "I will. For a girl... Ria. For a guy... Slayde."
"Okay okay. Victoria for a girl, Slayde for a boy?" she suggested. "Win-win situation?"
"Sure, sure." he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Is that an 'okay' sort of sure, sure or an 'I'm bored of this conversation' sure, sure?"
"Little bit of both." he admitted, shrugging.
Scarlett frowned. "What's so boring about discussing names for children?"
"Well what's the point in discussing names when we don't have any children? You're getting a bit ahead of yourself, babe. I mean, we aren't even married yet."
"But we will be soon." she insisted.
"Why don't we pick out names when we actually have children on the way?"
"But I like to plan ahead."
He chuckled under his breath. "I know you do." he said as he walked. "Stop. Here we are." he said. He lifted his hands from her eyes, revealing the beautiful, sunlit field. Wildflowers dotted the rich green grasses, sweet sounds of nature cooing about.
"It's so pretty, Nai." she gasped lightly, jogging away from him and into the center of the field. There, she dropped onto her back in the grass, a smile upon her beautiful face.
Naikota rolled his eyes playfully, setting off after her and lying down beside her. She rolled onto her side to face him, popping her elbow up and placing her head upon her hand, gazing at him adoringly. He smiled sweetly, leaning over to press his lips to hers, one arm looped around her waist.
She snuggled up closer to him, breaking the kiss and nuzzling her head underneath his chin. One hand draped across his chest, she sighed dreamily.
"Love you." he murmured softly, pulling her a bit closer to him.
"I love you, too." she whispered, closing her eyes as the sun poured down upon them.

They remained like that for quite some time. Scarlett awoke and the two set off back home. As they were walking, they encountered a rocky slope. Scarlett continued down it carefully, taking one step at a time. She placed her foot on one loose rock, and went tumbling down the slope with a cry of fear.
Naikota took off right, lunging out and grabbing her hand. He pulled her in toward him, back onto the top of the slope. "Are you hurt, love?" he questioned with concern.
"My foot... I think it's broken." she panted, tears rolling down her face.
Naikota circled an arm around her waist. Knowing what to do, she locked her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. Beautiful translucent, feathery white wings sprouted from his back, growing until they just barely missed touching the grass. He lifted off the ground, soaring through the clouds that were their home now.




[shall I continue?
I know that some of you were really into the last story of Scarlett and Naikota, and some of you were totally flipping out when he got in his accident, and you guys actually threatened to mob up and hurt me if he died o.o
Their story ended with Nai proposing to her and Scar, of course, accepting. Many of you were pretty unhappy that the story was over, and so when I thought of continuing on with them, I said "what the heck?"]