Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[morris.]

Those days were innocent.
Those days were ours.
We always escaped out of our homes
late at night just to visit each other down by the pond.




What happened?
You weren't coming back.
You left me. Why?
Please tell me why?
I gave up, and soon saw your face in the paper.



You let him catch you.
I let him catch you.
It was my fault.
All my fault.


You were dead.
Only because I wasn't paying close enough attention.
I thought everything was a game.
Reality woke me up.

[wibeke]

[[Mind dump again. I can't seem to write anything and I'm making an attempt at getting into the Halloween spirit. Apparentally that means write a story about some nut who starves a horse. 0.o
Might be kind of creepy, but there's nothing out right gory about it. And just for the record, I love horses. ^^']]


It was the eyes. The demon's eyes, as he'd later tell the court, only grew more lively as the creature deteriorated. He'd later note their redish glow, and the look of pure hatred upon it's face. He never disguised his own distaste for the animal, though he made every attempt to gain it's trust.
It was the eyes, though. Wild and cruel, glowing with that strange hatred only he could see.
He tried to drain them of their color, weaken the animal until it fell before him in submission and it's eyes seized to mock him. It was an accident-and purely of good intentions, he'd convince himself- that it hadn't risen in the morning. It was of no fault of his own that the animal was dull enough to refuse food by continuing to act in such a manner.
Abuse? Hardly. Murder? Legally speaking such a term is only valid in the intentional killing of a human. Intelligent as this animal was, it was no human. Hardly even an animal, for he had been a believer that animals harbored no true evil inside of them.

---

It had become a walking skeleton, the man realized, a cruel smile lighting his face.
The horse limped forward, it's bony legs hardly strong enough to support itself. A rattling, coughing sound escaped it's throat, perhaps a last plead for food or even a protest. Yes, the animal was fading.
But the eyes haven't!
The thought had nearly driven him mad. No, it couldn't be. His efforts had been wasted, the demon could not be weakened. It would not die. In the morning it would most certainly be dead, finally sapped of life, but the man would certainly have lost. The horse would sooner die than let it's monster starve! Such a stupid, disgusting creature.
Well, he'd destroy it. Once and for all, he would allow it the satisfaction of winning. He'd destroy it himself.

---

He sat in his chair, a cruel grin upon his face. The judge was gathering together papers while the rest of the bustling court house hurried to quiet itself.
It was then that he saw the photos. A sick, emaciated creature with a bloody hole in it's head. A horse, though hardly recognizable as one at first glance. He sighed, the poor animal was not intended to die. Curiosity got the better of him, he craned his neck to see another let across the table.
The eyes!
The eyes, the eyes were different. This was not his horse. This was not the creature that haunted him. They were faded, dull and pleading unlike anything he ever remembered of the short-lived animal. This was not the demon he had starved, not the monster who's hatred had driven the man to commit such an act. This was just a horse, an innocent animal. He had done this.

"How does the defendant plead?"
"Guilty, your honor."

[Keriae]

[[Mind dump again. I can't seem to write anything and I'm making an attempt at getting into the Halloween spirit. Apparentally that means write a story about some nut who starves a horse. 0.o
Might be kind of creepy, but there's nothing out right gory about it. And just for the record, I love horses. ^^']]


It was the eyes. The demon's eyes, as he'd later tell the court, only grew more lively as the creature deteriorated. He'd later note their redish glow, and the look of pure hatred upon it's face. He never disguised his own distaste for the animal, though he made every attempt to gain it's trust.
It was the eyes, though. Wild and cruel, glowing with that strange hatred only he could see.
He tried to drain them of their color, weaken the animal until it fell before him in submission and it's eyes seized to mock him. It was an accident-and purely of good intentions, he'd convince himself- that it hadn't risen in the morning. It was of no fault of his own that the animal was dull enough to refuse food by continuing to act in such a manner.
Abuse? Hardly. Murder? Legally speaking such a term is only valid in the intentional killing of a human. Intelligent as this animal was, it was no human. Hardly even an animal, for he had been a believer that animals harbored no true evil inside of them.

---

It had become a walking skeleton, the man realized, a cruel smile lighting his face.
The horse limped forward, it's bony legs hardly strong enough to support itself. A rattling, coughing sound escaped it's throat, perhaps a last plead for food or even a protest. Yes, the animal was fading.
But the eyes haven't!
The thought had nearly driven him mad. No, it couldn't be. His efforts had been wasted, the demon could not be weakened. It would not die. In the morning it would most certainly be dead, finally sapped of life, but the man would certainly have lost. The horse would sooner die than let it's monster starve! Such a stupid, disgusting creature.
Well, he'd destroy it. Once and for all, he would allow it the satisfaction of winning. He'd destroy it himself.

---

He sat in his chair, a cruel grin upon his face. The judge was gathering together papers while the rest of the bustling court house hurried to quiet itself.
It was then that he saw the photos. A sick, emaciated creature with a bloody hole in it's head. A horse, though hardly recognizable as one at first glance. He sighed, the poor animal was not intended to die. Curiosity got the better of him, he craned his neck to see another let across the table.
The eyes!
The eyes, the eyes were different. This was not his horse. This was not the creature that haunted him. They were faded, dull and pleading unlike anything he ever remembered of the short-lived animal. This was not the demon he had starved, not the monster who's hatred had driven the man to commit such an act. This was just a horse, an innocent animal. He had done this.

"How does the defendant plead?"
"Guilty, your honor."

Don't you dare doubt yourself.
I loved this. Quite creative, something I ne'er would have thought to do. An interesting spin on the normal romance that haunts this thread. Something unique, something brilliant. The plot is amazing, and the words and sentences are woven together like fine cloth. Just the writing is beautiful. It honestly is. This thread is filled by many wonderful writers, and you are right there, at the top.
<3

[asexual]

[[Mind dump again. I can't seem to write anything and I'm making an attempt at getting into the Halloween spirit. Apparentally that means write a story about some nut who starves a horse. 0.o
Might be kind of creepy, but there's nothing out right gory about it. And just for the record, I love horses. ^^']]


It was the eyes. The demon's eyes, as he'd later tell the court, only grew more lively as the creature deteriorated. He'd later note their redish glow, and the look of pure hatred upon it's face. He never disguised his own distaste for the animal, though he made every attempt to gain it's trust.
It was the eyes, though. Wild and cruel, glowing with that strange hatred only he could see.
He tried to drain them of their color, weaken the animal until it fell before him in submission and it's eyes seized to mock him. It was an accident-and purely of good intentions, he'd convince himself- that it hadn't risen in the morning. It was of no fault of his own that the animal was dull enough to refuse food by continuing to act in such a manner.
Abuse? Hardly. Murder? Legally speaking such a term is only valid in the intentional killing of a human. Intelligent as this animal was, it was no human. Hardly even an animal, for he had been a believer that animals harbored no true evil inside of them.

---

It had become a walking skeleton, the man realized, a cruel smile lighting his face.
The horse limped forward, it's bony legs hardly strong enough to support itself. A rattling, coughing sound escaped it's throat, perhaps a last plead for food or even a protest. Yes, the animal was fading.
But the eyes haven't!
The thought had nearly driven him mad. No, it couldn't be. His efforts had been wasted, the demon could not be weakened. It would not die. In the morning it would most certainly be dead, finally sapped of life, but the man would certainly have lost. The horse would sooner die than let it's monster starve! Such a stupid, disgusting creature.
Well, he'd destroy it. Once and for all, he would allow it the satisfaction of winning. He'd destroy it himself.

---

He sat in his chair, a cruel grin upon his face. The judge was gathering together papers while the rest of the bustling court house hurried to quiet itself.
It was then that he saw the photos. A sick, emaciated creature with a bloody hole in it's head. A horse, though hardly recognizable as one at first glance. He sighed, the poor animal was not intended to die. Curiosity got the better of him, he craned his neck to see another let across the table.
The eyes!
The eyes, the eyes were different. This was not his horse. This was not the creature that haunted him. They were faded, dull and pleading unlike anything he ever remembered of the short-lived animal. This was not the demon he had starved, not the monster who's hatred had driven the man to commit such an act. This was just a horse, an innocent animal. He had done this.

"How does the defendant plead?"
"Guilty, your honor."

You have no idea how much I love this.
It reminds me of a Stephen King type story <3

[mawsoleum]

♂xx♀



Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I've set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

...Oh take me back to the start...


_____

Story?

[Alina_Mau]

[[Mind dump again. I can't seem to write anything and I'm making an attempt at getting into the Halloween spirit. Apparentally that means write a story about some nut who starves a horse. 0.o
Might be kind of creepy, but there's nothing out right gory about it. And just for the record, I love horses. ^^']]


It was the eyes. The demon's eyes, as he'd later tell the court, only grew more lively as the creature deteriorated. He'd later note their redish glow, and the look of pure hatred upon it's face. He never disguised his own distaste for the animal, though he made every attempt to gain it's trust.
It was the eyes, though. Wild and cruel, glowing with that strange hatred only he could see.
He tried to drain them of their color, weaken the animal until it fell before him in submission and it's eyes seized to mock him. It was an accident-and purely of good intentions, he'd convince himself- that it hadn't risen in the morning. It was of no fault of his own that the animal was dull enough to refuse food by continuing to act in such a manner.
Abuse? Hardly. Murder? Legally speaking such a term is only valid in the intentional killing of a human. Intelligent as this animal was, it was no human. Hardly even an animal, for he had been a believer that animals harbored no true evil inside of them.

---

It had become a walking skeleton, the man realized, a cruel smile lighting his face.
The horse limped forward, it's bony legs hardly strong enough to support itself. A rattling, coughing sound escaped it's throat, perhaps a last plead for food or even a protest. Yes, the animal was fading.
But the eyes haven't!
The thought had nearly driven him mad. No, it couldn't be. His efforts had been wasted, the demon could not be weakened. It would not die. In the morning it would most certainly be dead, finally sapped of life, but the man would certainly have lost. The horse would sooner die than let it's monster starve! Such a stupid, disgusting creature.
Well, he'd destroy it. Once and for all, he would allow it the satisfaction of winning. He'd destroy it himself.

---

He sat in his chair, a cruel grin upon his face. The judge was gathering together papers while the rest of the bustling court house hurried to quiet itself.
It was then that he saw the photos. A sick, emaciated creature with a bloody hole in it's head. A horse, though hardly recognizable as one at first glance. He sighed, the poor animal was not intended to die. Curiosity got the better of him, he craned his neck to see another let across the table.
The eyes!
The eyes, the eyes were different. This was not his horse. This was not the creature that haunted him. They were faded, dull and pleading unlike anything he ever remembered of the short-lived animal. This was not the demon he had starved, not the monster who's hatred had driven the man to commit such an act. This was just a horse, an innocent animal. He had done this.

"How does the defendant plead?"
"Guilty, your honor."

Captivating! No matter how sad, it drives you on and the end is down right heart wrenching. In some ways this reminds me of The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. Don't stop writing! ;D ♥

[Desmond]

Other stories.

I loved her. She said no.

It's very hard to get rid of love once it's settled in. It's like a tree - always growing stronger, larger, and rooting itself deeper, deeper, deeper. It never really goes away, when it's gotten rooted in... and I made the mistake of waiting too long. Once she said no... I couldn't tear it out. I couldn't trim it down. It was stuck, a huge weeping willow in otherwise infertile ground. Nothing else would grow there... in fact, it was a miracle that the willow had.

I rested my forehead against its trunk, my red fur filling the cracks in the bark where my head pressed into the wood. This was my fault. I was the reason for my own rejection. I couldn't be loved. I was scum... evil scum, at that. And she... she could dance over the night sky. She was so much purer and worthy than I. She deserved love, respect... I didn't. And I wasn't enough to give her that. I wasn't enough to reassure her that yes... God, yes... she was loved, and all of this negativity that she saw was just a projection... smog and smoke that covered her from her own eyes.

My wings fluttered as I caught wind of a disturbance. I had screwed up again... another accident. I had crossed her so many times lately, out of ignorance or stupidity... I didn't know how to be, anymore. I wanted so badly to appease her... but it seemed that she loved using her control over my emotions. And who wouldn't? It's not every day that one gets to make someone else completely and utterly submissive - let alone make someone as dominant as myself more submissive than the weakest one of my kind. I couldn't tell what was right or wrong anymore... I only knew what upset her.

And that she said no.

My tattered, torn wings fluttered uselessly on my back. I didn't deserve flight... flight made me happy, which I deserved even less of. In fact, anything that made me happy was WRONG. I was giving up my companions to appease her. I was giving up things that I had once lived for in hopes that she'd be proud of me. My voice... I no longer had one. I had become a shadow, an insignificant, unlovable being that was hopelessly, hopelessly bound to this godforsaken tree that had grown because I was too weak - just too weak! - to tell her that I loved her before it had taken root, before it had become the only thing that would ever grow in this damned barren wasteland that I had cultivated. Just one word had destroyed me, turning me into something that I was not proud of, but I was too far gone to care anymore. I had lost my mind at the drop of a pin, becoming as mad as my religious [nick]namesake.

She said no.

God, how it echoed through my brain...! For months, I had faced that inevitable answer - even before I had heard it. My heart was ripped out of me, each and every time... over and over, over and again. It wouldn't stop... the insanity of rejection was an overwhelming thing. It struck like a viper, but the poison never killed... just burned and tore at the insides like a white-hot knife twisting and pulling at the gut and in the chest, through every single vein in my body. Torture! And she wondered why I had become such a ruin. Why had I changed? Why had I become infinitely more frightening and more pathetically sad at the same time? What was wrong with me? Why did I stare at sharp blades with a longing, desperate gleam in my eye, why was I so much more likely to take risks? Simple. The answer hung around me like the dank stench of fermentation, pouring out of every molecule of my being and causing me agony - agony! - previously unknown to any other that could taste the sweet nectar of love, the fruit of which I was forbidden.

I tore at my gruesomely blood-red wings. They were hideous. I was hideous. I was an abomination. Disgusting. I couldn't earn the love of the one whose tree was the only thing to survive my harsh environment - there wouldn't be another. Loneliness burned through me, stinging with its thousand-nail grind and provoking me to further ruin myself... destroy... demolish. Things like myself were killed for a lot less - why should I be the lone survivor? What gave me the right to live? What gave me sentience, the sense that registered this constant heartache that, with the help of that echo, drove me to insanity and the frenzied rush of self-destruction, only to rebuild my composure and suffer it all over again? What kind of a cruel beast forced me to live like this?

She said no.

She said no.

She said... she said....

... Excuse me as I barf out pent-up feelings and Unhappiness all over this thread.

[Alina_Mau]

Other stories.

I loved her. She said no.

It's very hard to get rid of love once it's settled in. It's like a tree - always growing stronger, larger, and rooting itself deeper, deeper, deeper. It never really goes away, when it's gotten rooted in... and I made the mistake of waiting too long. Once she said no... I couldn't tear it out. I couldn't trim it down. It was stuck, a huge weeping willow in otherwise infertile ground. Nothing else would grow there... in fact, it was a miracle that the willow had.

I rested my forehead against its trunk, my red fur filling the cracks in the bark where my head pressed into the wood. This was my fault. I was the reason for my own rejection. I couldn't be loved. I was scum... evil scum, at that. And she... she could dance over the night sky. She was so much purer and worthy than I. She deserved love, respect... I didn't. And I wasn't enough to give her that. I wasn't enough to reassure her that yes... God, yes... she was loved, and all of this negativity that she saw was just a projection... smog and smoke that covered her from her own eyes.

My wings fluttered as I caught wind of a disturbance. I had screwed up again... another accident. I had crossed her so many times lately, out of ignorance or stupidity... I didn't know how to be, anymore. I wanted so badly to appease her... but it seemed that she loved using her control over my emotions. And who wouldn't? It's not every day that one gets to make someone else completely and utterly submissive - let alone make someone as dominant as myself more submissive than the weakest one of my kind. I couldn't tell what was right or wrong anymore... I only knew what upset her.

And that she said no.

My tattered, torn wings fluttered uselessly on my back. I didn't deserve flight... flight made me happy, which I deserved even less of. In fact, anything that made me happy was WRONG. I was giving up my companions to appease her. I was giving up things that I had once lived for in hopes that she'd be proud of me. My voice... I no longer had one. I had become a shadow, an insignificant, unlovable being that was hopelessly, hopelessly bound to this godforsaken tree that had grown because I was too weak - just too weak! - to tell her that I loved her before it had taken root, before it had become the only thing that would ever grow in this damned barren wasteland that I had cultivated. Just one word had destroyed me, turning me into something that I was not proud of, but I was too far gone to care anymore. I had lost my mind at the drop of a pin, becoming as mad as my religious [nick]namesake.

She said no.

God, how it echoed through my brain...! For months, I had faced that inevitable answer - even before I had heard it. My heart was ripped out of me, each and every time... over and over, over and again. It wouldn't stop... the insanity of rejection was an overwhelming thing. It struck like a viper, but the poison never killed... just burned and tore at the insides like a white-hot knife twisting and pulling at the gut and in the chest, through every single vein in my body. Torture! And she wondered why I had become such a ruin. Why had I changed? Why had I become infinitely more frightening and more pathetically sad at the same time? What was wrong with me? Why did I stare at sharp blades with a longing, desperate gleam in my eye, why was I so much more likely to take risks? Simple. The answer hung around me like the dank stench of fermentation, pouring out of every molecule of my being and causing me agony - agony! - previously unknown to any other that could taste the sweet nectar of love, the fruit of which I was forbidden.

I tore at my gruesomely blood-red wings. They were hideous. I was hideous. I was an abomination. Disgusting. I couldn't earn the love of the one whose tree was the only thing to survive my harsh environment - there wouldn't be another. Loneliness burned through me, stinging with its thousand-nail grind and provoking me to further ruin myself... destroy... demolish. Things like myself were killed for a lot less - why should I be the lone survivor? What gave me the right to live? What gave me sentience, the sense that registered this constant heartache that, with the help of that echo, drove me to insanity and the frenzied rush of self-destruction, only to rebuild my composure and suffer it all over again? What kind of a cruel beast forced me to live like this?

She said no.

She said no.

She said... she said....

... Excuse me as I barf out pent-up feelings and Unhappiness all over this thread.

.....*HUG* This was beautiful sweetheart ♥ I wanna like, cuddle him forevs though! D:

[houndoom]

(may need to hard refresh to see him with leaves too)

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved.....

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

[Alina_Mau]

The Knight ♂ - ~~~ - ♀ The Princess

Well derp I had a story for these two but I've seemingly lost it lol well maybe it'll come back X3