Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[clusterducks]

I was captivated from day one. I'd watch her from my group, across the passageway from her. While the other puppies jostled and wrestled and played, I would just sit by the glass screen, watching her.
There seemed to be nothing really extraordinarily special about her. She was just a small grey pup at first, under a blanket decorated with two windows in a grey stone wall overlooking a sunset.
But as she grew, a purple mist emanated from her. It surrounded her for a day, and when it eventually evaporated it wasn't a young, helpless grey pup that lay among her siblings, it was a beautiful young she-wolf, with a purple goth-like dress and stunning blue eyes.
Of course, as soon as this happened the Master took her in and gave her a collection of wonderful purple toys, like she had with all of the pup's siblings. The pup seemed bewildered with all the items; even so, I couldn't help but feel a small stab of jealousy as the small pup was given all this. It meant that she was probably safe from being traded away; unlike all of us in my group who could be gone at the push of a button. Literally.
But then her rarity was announced: rare. My jealousy evaporated, replaced by something I'd so far only felt for myself: concern. Now that the pup was rare, more trade offers would be made for her. And more chance of her being traded away. My watching her became less of a way to pass the time and more of a way to convince myself she was safe.

I had been worried about the 'banner pup'- as users called the litter- for quite some time, and I was beginning to tire of just watching her. She'd noticed me gazing at her through the glass screens and had begun to retreat to the back of the glass box where she and the rest of her group lived.
A soft beeping started and a light on the wall began to flash rhythmically. We all scrambled to our feet and organized ourselves as the glass box containing the dogs jerked into motion and slid up the wall. The electronic display changed from Dogs (152 pets) to Dogs (149 pets). The Master had accepted a trade. As the box came down, I eyed it sadly. Three dogs from last month had disappeared. A bewildered-looking dog from three months ago dropped into the box labeled Pets without a group (0 pets) as the display changed to show the glass box was now occupied. Just as quickly, the dog dissolved away and reappeared in the dog group.
The electronic tags on the leather collars we all wore began to glow green as our own group was lifted into the viewing platform. The tags of a few puppies to my left flashed orange as the Master chose those to offer for a young lioness across from us. A typed message appeared above the holographs of the puppies displayed on the platform: Is this OK for you? Feel free to edit
Our group was lowered again. I watched the banner pup- Violet, her name was- as I lay and waited for the user to accept or edit. The puppies that had been offered were sitting together, shell-shocked that they had been offered away. Their tags were now red.
After a few minutes our box moved upwards again. The tags of a few of the offered puppies had gone back to green, and they were playing and laughing again, relieved that they were to stay.
And then the strangest thing happened. My tag turned orange. The same lioness as before now had a message displayed above her: Got them. How about this?
The reply was instant.
Done.
As my tag shimmered red, I just sat there, shocked.
I'd been traded away.
And as my form disintegrated and reappeared in another user's Pets without a group box, another thought struck me.
Would I ever see Violet again?

It had been three months. Three months since the pup who watched me had disappeared.
I hadn't understood at the time. Where had he gone? Why was there a new lioness in the glass box a few boxes down?
I myself had been hidden at the bottom of a page when the Master found me. I had been too young to remember exactly, but I was certain that the person who found me was not the same person that was known as the Master here. Only now did I understand the system- heartless users swapping pets for others.
Yes. Users is the right word.
I didn't know where he had gone. Despite never having talked to him, I'd learned his name: Tiger. Huh. Real creative. But I missed him terribly, missed the way he'd gaze at me wistfully when he thought I wasn't looking, missed the way he looked when he slept.
Don't get me wrong; I was happy here. Our group was similar to the one next to ours; dark, with a paved stone path leading up to a beautiful, ancient-looking manor. Just for show; I'd tried to get in and hadn't succeeded. We were fed and watered regularly, by some unseen entity.
I slept in a little cave hewn into the stone wall at the back. It was comfortable and warm, with a purple silk curtain separating it from the rest of the scenery, and I had a great view of the group across from ours; the bright, sunny meadow where the puppies lived.
But it just wasn't the same.
Because he wasn't there any more.

Just to say, the fronts are glass, the rest of the group area is tailored to suit that particular group. But it all moves round for trading and such.

@CloudCatcher: Sure, but could you avoid the whole boxes-moving-around-for-trading thing? :3

Sure!

[æchromatic]

Alright, I finally made a poem for these guys ^.^ I'll edit and post a revised version later {I made the poem in... er, five minutes? Sorry, I rushed through it and need to redo most}.

Aquilo --- Aneira

Snow bleached white with winter,
Scenery tinted blue
Winters creeps upon us fast
As often seasons do.

Everything will leave and change
Abandon past solace,
Your frozen touch so cold, so strange
Frost that withers autumns face

The clock is turning faster
Ticking at falls sweet days
Of caramel hues and colors
Emerges whites and grays

I wish to say farewell
Before cerise colors disappear
I'll sing for you, my beloved
Til I return to you next year

[•r•u•s•s•a•n•d•o•l•]

I was captivated from day one. I'd watch her from my group, across the passageway from her. While the other puppies jostled and wrestled and played, I would just sit by the glass screen, watching her.
There seemed to be nothing really extraordinarily special about her. She was just a small grey pup at first, under a blanket decorated with two windows in a grey stone wall overlooking a sunset.
But as she grew, a purple mist emanated from her. It surrounded her for a day, and when it eventually evaporated it wasn't a young, helpless grey pup that lay among her siblings, it was a beautiful young she-wolf, with a purple goth-like dress and stunning blue eyes.
Of course, as soon as this happened the Master took her in and gave her a collection of wonderful purple toys, like she had with all of the pup's siblings. The pup seemed bewildered with all the items; even so, I couldn't help but feel a small stab of jealousy as the small pup was given all this. It meant that she was probably safe from being traded away; unlike all of us in my group who could be gone at the push of a button. Literally.
But then her rarity was announced: rare. My jealousy evaporated, replaced by something I'd so far only felt for myself: concern. Now that the pup was rare, more trade offers would be made for her. And more chance of her being traded away. My watching her became less of a way to pass the time and more of a way to convince myself she was safe.

I had been worried about the 'banner pup'- as users called the litter- for quite some time, and I was beginning to tire of just watching her. She'd noticed me gazing at her through the glass screens and had begun to retreat to the back of the glass box where she and the rest of her group lived.
A soft beeping started and a light on the wall began to flash rhythmically. We all scrambled to our feet and organized ourselves as the glass box containing the dogs jerked into motion and slid up the wall. The electronic display changed from Dogs (152 pets) to Dogs (149 pets). The Master had accepted a trade. As the box came down, I eyed it sadly. Three dogs from last month had disappeared. A bewildered-looking dog from three months ago dropped into the box labeled Pets without a group (0 pets) as the display changed to show the glass box was now occupied. Just as quickly, the dog dissolved away and reappeared in the dog group.
The electronic tags on the leather collars we all wore began to glow green as our own group was lifted into the viewing platform. The tags of a few puppies to my left flashed orange as the Master chose those to offer for a young lioness across from us. A typed message appeared above the holographs of the puppies displayed on the platform: Is this OK for you? Feel free to edit
Our group was lowered again. I watched the banner pup- Violet, her name was- as I lay and waited for the user to accept or edit. The puppies that had been offered were sitting together, shell-shocked that they had been offered away. Their tags were now red.
After a few minutes our box moved upwards again. The tags of a few of the offered puppies had gone back to green, and they were playing and laughing again, relieved that they were to stay.
And then the strangest thing happened. My tag turned orange. The same lioness as before now had a message displayed above her: Got them. How about this?
The reply was instant.
Done.
As my tag shimmered red, I just sat there, shocked.
I'd been traded away.
And as my form disintegrated and reappeared in another user's Pets without a group box, another thought struck me.
Would I ever see Violet again?

It had been three months. Three months since the pup who watched me had disappeared.
I hadn't understood at the time. Where had he gone? Why was there a new lioness in the glass box a few boxes down?
I myself had been hidden at the bottom of a page when the Master found me. I had been too young to remember exactly, but I was certain that the person who found me was not the same person that was known as the Master here. Only now did I understand the system- heartless users swapping pets for others.
Yes. Users is the right word.
I didn't know where he had gone. Despite never having talked to him, I'd learned his name: Tiger. Huh. Real creative. But I missed him terribly, missed the way he'd gaze at me wistfully when he thought I wasn't looking, missed the way he looked when he slept.
Don't get me wrong; I was happy here. Our group was similar to the one next to ours; dark, with a paved stone path leading up to a beautiful, ancient-looking manor. Just for show; I'd tried to get in and hadn't succeeded. We were fed and watered regularly, by some unseen entity.
I slept in a little cave hewn into the stone wall at the back. It was comfortable and warm, with a purple silk curtain separating it from the rest of the scenery, and I had a great view of the group across from ours; the bright, sunny meadow where the puppies lived.
But it just wasn't the same.
Because he wasn't there any more.

Just to say, the fronts are glass, the rest of the group area is tailored to suit that particular group. But it all moves round for trading and such.

@CloudCatcher: Sure, but could you avoid the whole boxes-moving-around-for-trading thing? :3

I've been thinking about writting a story like your's. Could I use some of your ideas when I finally get around to it?

[Ineedatribal]

Her ---- Him
Don't know what it is, but I just like this couple... ;3 Will make story & Possibly add items later.

[ThisIsInCode]

She was the little girl who loved to play dress up and imagine things. The kind of girl who would rather stay inside and play with a cardboard sword and a stuffed dragon instead of with other children.





So imagine her surprise when one day she found a real dragon in her dreamland.

[Kangarose]

BANDIT xx SNOW WHITE
(story coming when I feel like writing it C=)

[Sen507]

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


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

The lost soul and the ferryman ^^ I may make a story later...

[Zeee]

perfection xx imperfection

"You?" She snarled. "Your an imperfection. No, your worse than that. Your a bloodsucking, monster parasite."
I had gotten fed up with her incorrections.

"Im an imperfection? Im worse than that? Im a bloodsucking, monster parasite?" I snapped. "Look at you, Miss Perfection. Trotting around like you own the damn place! No! You may think your perfect, but no one is. Your an imperfection. No, your worse than that. Your a bloodsucking, monster parasite. Not I. You."

A frown tore across her face like an angry jet.

"Miss Perfection? Trotting around like I own the place?" She doubted. "I highly doubt that. Im no imperfect than you."

A shocking frown came upon my face.

"Oh, really now? So, you mask your problems by setting problems on others?"

"Yes."

Her voice was crackly and tore through my chest like an open bomb.
How was it not clear?

Now we're just two imperfect, bloodsucking, monster parasites laid on this world.

[Zear]

xX The toy Xx and xX the girl Xx

She was a girl and I was a toy

(Writing story later :3)

[Calestia]

[x]
The Broken [x] The Glorious
Scar ♂ [x] Melody ♀

I know, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

[ - ]

God, what has my mind gotten me into? Story anyone? =3