Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[iPawki]

Death [♂] | Lisa [♀]

{rêver, jusqu’à l’aurore— aimer encore, aimer le ciel...
aimer et fondre l’or, faire de la mort une immortelle.}

Thank youuu, . Shawna . and GigglePie <3 I'm glad you liked the story, your comments mean a lot to me. ^^ Also, GigglePie, I love the second part of you story. o3o So beautifully written, and I love the concept.

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Zark ♂ :: Whispers ♀

Oooh, this is a beautiful pair. I would love to see a story. <3

@● e r h y n ● ; Haha how could I not like your stories? <3 Anddd, cute pair. I can totally see them together.
@Alina_Mau; Oh, they look wonderful together. >D Nice poem, too. :')

[salinity]

A kiss and a glass of champagne.
What more is there
to this emotion called "love"?

We are two of a kind.
Both monsters.
What more should we expect
from this emotion called "love"?

He will never see
how she cries at night.
She will never see
how he curses at the world.
What more should we know
from this emotion called "love"?

More to it than the
process of elimination
So much more to it than
just a random guess.
How can we find what we harbor
from this emotion called "love"?

My dear.
Come and sit a while.
Stay and listen.
What there is to see
from this emotion called "love".

.___.;; This is the kind of 10 second stuff I make up instead of doing my homework </3

[Calestia]

[Part one for you, iPawki! Sorry for my failing writing. XD]

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Zark ♂ :: Whispers ♀

[ There was a time when you let me know ]
[ What's really going on below ]
[ But now you never show it to me, do you? ]

I lowered my head, feeling the burden of the grief I held. If mother hadn`t died I would be here, but then again, clocks can`t be reversed. If only Fitzee hadn`t decided to let that Polywag in then ma wouldn`t be dead. Clocks can`t be reversed. I thought to myself as I shifted my position on the cliff side. I could hear murmurs inside my brain, myself telling me to stop being sad but still, who wouldn`t be sad? I decided to sing what ma had taught me, even if it would make me more sad atleast it would take my mind of Polywags attacking Fitzee back home.
"Hush now, Look to the sky, Catch a Polywag flying by."

I could hear rustling in the leaves, gold eyes staring at me. I called out, asking if it was Fitzee but no reply came. I was scared. Nowadays more murderers were around and you could trust no one. I listened as it replied simply, Zark. I had heard that name before, but never remembered who.
"Hello?" I called out, trying to sound my bravest but I failed.
"Catch me, catch me. Try to get the best out of me!" I heard him say with a laugh, running away so I decided to follow, jumping over logs and bounded quickly through the mass of trees.
"Stop!" I yelled, panting. I could see the gold eyed wolf clearly now. He had skeleton-like wings on his back, pinkish fur and was coated in stars. I could tell he was looking at me like I was nothing but a musky grey wolf, but then again, can`t judge a book by it`s cover?
"Ma`s gone?" I heard him ask. I just nodded, letting the tears stream down my face again.
"Polywag." I muttered, lowering my watery eyes with shame. I could feel him come closer.
"Polywags," He said slowly, "They killed my ma too." I could tell he wanted to be friends with me, looked like he had trouble doing it anyway, his eyes were sunken into their sockets and he was skinny too.
"Well?" I asked, flicking my ear.
"Well what?" He said with interest. I bounded towards a tree and looked at him, knocking on the wood five times and watching as a door slowly appeared.
"Come." I muttered, creeping inside quietly, feeling the warmth on my house come to me. It was night now, Polywags would be out. I closed the door as Zark came inside, whispering to the quiet or the Polywags would hear. "Your safe now." I said quickly, but all I could hear was the scraping of a Polywag outside the door, the barks and howls of a creature out for blood.

[Alina_Mau]

Thanks Paw Gosh I haven't been here in forevs ;-;

No real story I just love me some seasonal patchwork pups X3 ♥



He walked down the well worn path of the green forest, a path he had walked many times. Today the woods seemed still and a chill wind swept through the trees. With every step of his paws the unusual green markings on his legs glittered an unnatural glow and his green eyes sparkled through the shade of the overhead trees, though his brown fur blended with the very woods around him. The end of his journey sat an old birch tree, gnarled and tall, it was his destination this time every year, when it was time for the forest to come to rest. Finally reaching the tree he plopped down with a sigh and waited, He sat alone by the tree and gave a slight shiver to the cold that he never seemed to get used to.

A sudden wind stirred up in front of him and a blue wolf spattered with autumn leaves appeared before him. Her eyes were cold though not unfriendly and she walked towards him with a seemingly restrained elation.

"You have come once again, Glen", she spoke, a smile flowing across her slender muzzle.

"What choice do I have?", Glens voice spoke with a bitter disappointment.

"I suppose that you do have a point though, I'm glad either way".

There eyes meant and for a brief moment a single emotion flowed between them, living with every breath they took, an electric shock that nearly threatened their lives. A fleeting feeling the blew away as a leaf on the wind, leaving more sorrow than joy.

"I should take my leave, for now my time here is done until another year comes to pass", Glen rose and began walking towards a spring from which the she-wolves wind had arisen.
"Have a good season, Tritizina, may it bode well for you."

"Thank you, may you enjoy your rest."

The lady wolf lowered her head as she watched him fade away into the waters of the spring. Her head and heart could think of nothing other than him, "If only", she thought again and again, never knowing he thought the same of her. Though, if truth be told, it would have made no difference if they had ever shared their secrets. For in the end their dreams are meant to be dreams , nothing more.

It has been far too long since I've written so I apologize for any glaring blunders. X3

[Alina_Mau]

ooo mist that is so cool *o* the end really gets you >:3

[Calestia]

ooo mist that is so cool *o* the end really gets you >:3

Thanks, second part will be better but.

[Freyàh]

[Part one for you, iPawki! Sorry for my failing writing. XD]

::

Zark ♂ :: Whispers ♀

[ There was a time when you let me know ]
[ What's really going on below ]
[ But now you never show it to me, do you? ]

I also like it. Nice job, Mist Can't wait for the second part <3

[Sonmi-451]

Locked Doors....................................Penelope......................................Shut Windows

Heaven is perfect, heaven is wonderful.
Or at least that's what Penelope was always told.
But even in heaven there are things to be hidden.
Even in heaven everyone cannot be trusted.
Even in heaven there are locked doors and shut windows, with secrets behind every one.
And even in heaven, those locked doors and shut windows and the secrets they hide
Can mean death.


Death really wasn't painful, Penelope reflected. One sharp burst, and it was over; her pride had been more hurt than her physical body because she had died in disgrace, a hated outcast. But in heaven, everyone was beautiful, everyone was perfect, everyone was the same. There was no conflict, because everyone knew everything about everyone, so their were no secrets. Or so Penelope thought.

She longed to take her mask off, as it just felt wrong, but her fear of the punishment - being cast out from heaven, never to return - was greater than her urge to rip the thing off her face. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her pink eyes and kept her gaze well away from anyone else's; in heaven people could read each other's minds with just one second of eye contact and thinking about breaking the Holy Rules was just as bad, with the same consequences, as actually disobeying them. It was interesting, she thought, that structure and rules - the same things that caused so many problems and so much restriction on Earth - were used to make everyone free in heaven. But she was just a lowly angel, one of millions, not fit to think about such things as the many paradoxes of heaven, and it was treason against the most holy and perfect Lord God himself if one were to think about such things. And there was another contradiction - you knew everything but were only allowed to think about certain things. Everywhere she turned hypocrisy was blatant, but she was the only one that seemed to know or care. Perhaps that was because she was, like always, an outsider, different, this time shunned for thinking about the unthinkable. It was the story of her life- and now apparently her death.

The first whisper she had heard in almost a thousand years tickled her ears and pulled at her curiosity, drawing her towards its source. The thought that eavesdropping probably wasn't smiled upon crept into her mind as she stood silently with her ear pressed against the door; however, the idea that heaven was based upon unity and all-knowing was being violated merely by the closed door, so she figured that her sin could be excused in the wake of the huge one she had discovered.

"We will die if we are caught!" a sharp voice murmured, and Penelope instantly knew who it was: Laviticus, the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council.
"No stupid angel is going to find us out; they still think heaven is perfect!" the sly, intelligent Marcus, the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice, shot back, and she could picture in her mind exactly what he looked like, the vivid image of his stunningly handsome, almost cruel, mask-hidden face filling her mind. Gritting her teeth slightly at the insult against her and all of her fellows, she resolved that she would listen to the best of her ability in the name of the justice of heaven. Although, with the Overseer of Justice being involved in the scandal, she didn't know who would deal out his punishment.
"Now, what we have to do is find some way to get rid of that old fool Aurelius..."

Penelope's eyes widened in horror as she listened to their plan; they were going to try to murder His Holiness Aurelius, King of the Angels, and then claim themselves Princes of the Angels in his place.
"Such treachery must be stopped!" she murmured to herself, then floated off silently to go expose their wrongdoing to all of heaven.

Part II:

"I am not lying!" Penelope's throat burned like fire from lack of water and her voice was low and cracked due to overuse, but she knew that to become silent would mean her death.
"You must be, because the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice and the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council could not be involved in such a scandal! You should know that telling such a defamatory lie, especially one involving two of the most important angels in heaven, means-"
"Execution; yeah, I know." Penelope affixed her questioner with a stunning magenta that had wooed many a man during her mortal life; generally she was discouraged from looking anyone directly in the eye due to the fact that her irises were so much prettier than what was normal and therefore acceptable, but she figured that, considering the situation she was in, her eye color was the least of her worries. "I am not crazy, and I am not lying. After all, would I tell a lie that would kill me?" She managed to keep her voice calm and level, even though the inner turmoil she was experiencing was equal to being thrown in a hurricane.
"No, I suppose not." Her questioner seemed sobered by her cool words, or perhaps just was taken with her sheer beauty; Penelope didn't care which it was, since he had shut up finally. "But, but... then everything we've been told about heaven being perfect is a lie!"
Now it was her turn to be stunned. "Yes, I guess so," were the only words she could muster. As her brain began to process the enormity of the lie they had been told, she murmured out loud, "Well, doesn't that mean that heaven doesn't exist? Because heaven is perfection, and if there isn't any perfection, then how can there be heaven?"
"I... I don't know. I don't know anything anymore." His voice dwindled into nothing, and she almost felt sad for him, even though a moment before he had been threatening her with death.
"I don't think anyone does, so you're in lots of company, even if it isn't so good." His mouth twitched involuntarily at her comment, and Penelope gave him a small smile.
"Too true," he agreed. "Well, you might as well go." He gestured towards the perfectly white door and she rose from her seat gracefully. Just as she was about to exit, she paused and turned, saying to him with all of the sincerity in her heart, "Thank you."

"Heaven is just an illusion, and so is perfection," Penelope murmured to herself, not angry but resigned to the fact. "What is this place, then, if it isn't heaven?" The landscape around her was stunningly beautiful but eerily silent; surely a real heaven would be full of life, not of lies. "It it perhaps hell in disguise? Or is it maybe still Earth, and my death and all the time I've spent here are just illusions as well?" The thoughts chased each other around in her head like an eternal game of cat and mouse, giving her an unbearable migraine. Falling to her knees, she brought her hands clumsily up to her temples, attempting to stop the pain that was making her see double.
"What is happening?" she asked aloud of the wilderness around. Her question remained unanswered as she collasped, unconscious.

Comments? Should I continue?

[Tawny224]

WARNING: Violence and sadness is contained in this short story


(her) (him)

“Hey” she said with a light smile on her face.
He laughed at her as she approached him.
“So you know, hanging out in the middle of the field is your thing now?” she asked playfully.
He grinned and kissed her forehead.
“Yeah, if you wanna say that” He stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled a tune.
She just laughed and stared him in the eyes.
“You get hotter every time I see you” she said with a spark in her eyes.
He looked away, he face flushing red. If only the secrets he held he could share with her, but then that wasn’t the assignment.
She made pouty lips at him and stuck a hand on her hip.
“You’re somber today” she said almost in a whisper. She stood on the tip of her toes and kissed him gently on the lips.
He put his giant but gentle hands on her head and drew her closer as he kissed her deeper. Then he put a hand in his pocket and locked eyes with her, wincing he withdrew the dagger. A tear slipped down his cheek. She tried to draw back but he pressed her closer.
“I’m so sorry” he whispered in her ear, and then he plunged the dagger into her stomach. Her teal eyes widened in surprise and she stumbled back. Coughing she stared straight into his golden eyes. She placed a hand around the wood, blood seeped over and through her fingers, dropping slowly to the ground.
He reached out a hand to touch her face, but she withdrew quickly snarling.
“I didn’t mean it baby, I-“ he stammered.
“Why?” she whispered. Her voice was fading, and so was the light in her eyes.
“It’s my job” he said it so low that it was almost inaudible.
“So all this was fake” she snapped, her eyes flaring.
“No, I really loved you, but, no actually no I never loved you” his eyes changed from compassionate to angry in but a second.
She gasped and just as the words slipped from his lips she fell backwards into the grass and closed her eyes.
As he approached her, a tear fell down his cheek and he smiled weakly.
Moving the ginger hair from her face carefully he layed a kiss on her cold lips and whispered into her ear.
“It was all real”

[Tawny224]

Knight Kane(Male) Princess Celestia(Female)

He watched as she approached her prince, a smile on her lips.
The so called prince charming kissed her lightly on the cheek.
That hurt the most.
Kane watched as she agreed to marry this man, the man that only wanted her power.
She could have had so much more.
Instead she listened to her daddy and she kept to what she only knew.
All the while I sat here, protecting her.
While inside I couldn't protect my own heart.
As it broke a million times.
But now as I watch her day I can only think about myself.
And later I know I will talk to her.
And she will tell me to wait outside, so that no one comes in.
And she will slam the door in my face.
Just like every other time.
And my heart will keep breaking.
Over and over.

I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take Caution when it comes to love I did, I did-------
And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake I was careless,
I forgot I did
And now when all is done There is nothing to say
You have gone and so effortlessly
You have won
You can go ahead tell them
Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the roof tops
Write it on the sky line
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, impossible Impossible, impossible
Falling out of love is hard
Falling for betrayal is worst
Broken trust and broken hearts I know, I know--------
Thinking all you need is there
Building faith on love and words
Empty promises will wear I know, I know--------
And now when all is gone
There is nothing to say