Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

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"I've sewed his scars of lost loves, and taught him that life doesn't have to be pain."

Beautiful <3 i love it

[. Delirium .]

Esmeralda [♀] .&&. Iseul [♀]
x-x-x-x-x

I remember the first time I met you with alarming clarity.

It was in the spring, on a humid day that hummed with imminent rain- I was twelve and wearing my rain clothes, yellow rubber boots and yellow raincoat, yellow umbrella in hand. I was wandering around the swamp that made up a good portion of my yard, and as I recall, the swamp was all there was to play in. There were no towns, no villages or cities for miles in any direction- my father brought me food when he visited, enough to last until his next arrival. I never figured out exactily what he did. I suppose it's of little importance now.

Spring has always made me a little wistful, a little romantic- and every year, starting from the age of six, I made a resolve to kiss a frog on a rainy afternoon. Frogs wern't uncommon to such a swampy place, and I was well familiar with them; I started the tradition soon after my mother's death, because she read me the story of the Frog Prince at every opportunity she could find or make. At first, I made faces when the princess kissed the frog, but I now realized I'd only done so because it made my mother laugh. I never really minded frogs, although I did feel a bit foolish when kissing them, which is why it never went any further.

But that spring, I found something a little more in that anual kiss than just slimy skin and embarrassment. I found you.

The toad was reddish, or perhaps a bit more brown, warty and its eyes didn't seem to blink simultaneously. But to my twelve-year-old self, it was the coolest thing I had ever seen. It was perhaps the size of my head, and to this day, I have never seen another toad the size of it. It was sitting on a lilypad that was partially sunken due to its weight.

I kneeled down in the muddy bank, dirtying my knees, and peered at it with a blank expression. It croaked at me, and the way its throat expanded took me by surprise. But I giggled and smiled- and felt the light raindrops begin to patter off my head and shoulders. It wasn't a heavy rain- more of a light mist, really, but I unfurled my yellow umbrella anyway, because I liked it.
The toad was still sitting there afterwords- after I had erected an impromptu umbrella fort from some foliage and the slope of the bank. I returned to staring at it.

After a few more moments, I shrugged and thought, why not? And I leaned over as far as I could to try and reach it with my lips. I nearly fell in, but it was just close enough for me to peck its head, just as slimy and gross as all the others. To no one's surprise, it did not turn into a prince right before my eyes. Instead it simply accepted the kiss with polite grace and continued to stare into space.

Feeling as oddly disappointed as every year, I just sighed and crawled back under my umbrella shelter. I don't know why I felt so frustrated every time this silly little tale didn't come true- I didn't even want a prince. I just wanted to believe in a little magic, I suppose.

But then I heard something in the bushes, a little ways across from where I sat. It sounded human- light giggling, then a stumble, a tiny cry of ‘woah’ and some shuffling. Rigid with anticipation and tinges of fear, I reached for the hunting knife strapped to my ankle, the one father always told me to carry. I don't even know what I would have done with it, but it hardly mattered, because when I called “Who's there?” You tumbled out of the bushes, and you were the most unthreatening thing I had ever seen in my entire twelve years.

Your hair was short and black; windswept but straight, despite the humidity. I have never been quite so lucky, myself. You wore the clothes of a girl low on her money, a short, practical tan dress that did nothing at all for your complexion. Your eyes were dull in colour, unremarkably muddy, but they were very wide and pretty. Your glasses were askew, and you looked at me with the oddest, most open expression I had ever seen on a human being. You were nine.

I quickly moved my hand away from the knife, not wanting to startle you, but truth be told I was rather shaken. You were the first human I had ever come in contact with aside from my family, and even that was inconsistent at best. I suddenly felt very self-conscious about my muddy arms, knees and hands- and more than that, you had seen me doing something so ridiculous-!

I stood, and then crouched, and then sat back down, because you we obviously very flustered at being caught and I was about two heads taller than you at the time. The last thing I wanted was to scare you away. So instead I inquired, in my most polite manner, your name and what you were doing here.

“Pray tell, my dear,” I said, in a mimicry of my mother's voice, “what art thou doing here, spying so incru- incar- in...”
My tounge was tied on the word- incredulously, it was- and it was just as well, as that wasn't even the proper word to be using. But it was long and sounded sophisticated, and I wanted to impress you.

Before I could recover from my blunder, you apparently lost the doe-eyed look I had thus far began to associate with you. Your face broke out into a wide, buck-toothed grin and you giggled at me, curling your bare toes into the mud with childish glee. I remember being quite frustrated, angry and embarrassed, and so I raised my voice to you.

“Well? You heard me! Who are you, and what are you doing here?” All attempts at Old English had been abandoned, and the smile was wiped off your face in seconds. You looked bashful and timid.

“'M... 'm sorry, I dinna' mean ta', um,” you had a thicker accent when you were younger, some strange mix of Scottish and your native Korean, and I miss it slightly. “I mean I- I was only jus' lookin' 'round and found this place annI, I jus' couldn' help it, ya' know? I just, I mean I, I saw ya' kissin' that froggy an' it...” And here you devolved into giggling again. 

I waved you off, cheeks red. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the toad staring at the two of us. I held my muddy hand out to you.
“What... Whatever, would you like to, er, come over here? There's less, um...” There wasn't less mud. But I had to come up with something to bargain with, otherwise I might never see you again! So I thought on my feet. “There's more yellow. Lots of it. Yellow everywhere. And it keeps the rain off!”

The drizzle, that was more of a cloud, actually died off nearly ten minutes ago, but this seemed to impress you anyway. You beamed at me and wiggled your feet in the mud. “CannI kiss tha' froggy, too?” You asked.

I quirked my eyebrows at you, or at least tried to, because I thought it was mature. Inside I was dancing a little. “I suppose so,” I said; and like a wound-up, spring-loaded toy, you clambered over to my umbrella fort.

It was the start of a beautiful, froggy friendship. 

x-x-x-x-x

Can't sleep Killing time while waiting on the new MLP episode to come out, haha.
I can't really think of any dogs befitting of these girls, so have some haphazard attempts?

That was amazing I was so excited to log on to see your name pop up in this forum, I love your storoes

[- poppeh]

{Listen while reading?}


Stuck in a limbo
Me and my sins go toe to toe
I played a vicious part

My mom let you over that night, & it had to be my killing spree night.

I broke an unfair share of hearts
I'm about to blow
So if you come around then you should know
I'll tear you up in two
Go ahead walk it off if you know
what's best for you

[Mercess]

{Listen while reading?}


Stuck in a limbo
Me and my sins go toe to toe
I played a vicious part

My mom let you over that night, & it had to be my killing spree night.

I broke an unfair share of hearts
I'm about to blow
So if you come around then you should know
I'll tear you up in two
Go ahead walk it off if you know
what's best for you

You got me addicted to the song....

[Mercess]

Jasmine(F) and Jasper (M)

I gasped. The Chicken smoothie moderators had chosen me to be the mom of the 2nd Gen pups. Now they were choosing the dad of the pups. I closed my eyes and thought of Jasper. I hoped he would be chosen to be the dad of my pups. They called out a name that I didn't hear at first. I heard the name ripple around the crowd. "Jasper!" I said happily. I couldn't wait! Jasper and I ran up to each other and touched noses. Then we set off towards the stage where we would get our instructions.

Should I continue?

[ika;]

"Onwards, gentlemen! On to victory!"
Edoras cries, his voice strong and powerful as he sits astride him horse. He is suitably dressed in a magnificent suit of silver armour, that gleams eagerly in the sunlight- His sword, Meálen, is sheathed at the curve of his muscular shoulder. Around him, the cavalry gather, quivering with anticipation. They are off to war, and their horses' hooves pound and scar the soft earth beneath them. The usual bustle of the village has fallen still- attention drawn to these brave men about to risk their lives for King and Country.

Edoras flashes his winning smile, urging his horse forwards through the mass of people. Women throw lilac blooms, men cross their arms over their chests- a sign of mutual respect as the procession move slowly through the city.

Suddenly, a boy of six runs into their path. Edoras stops, looks down at the exhausted face of the child. The people fall silent.

"Sir?" The boy begins meekly. "I heard you are off to fight."

Edoras nods; "For our city. Maybe, lad, you will one day too."

The child blinks, as if the thought had never occurred to him before. "It's dangerous out there, please be careful." He says softly.

Surprised, Edoras smiles gently. "Yes, boy. I'll be careful."

"Take this." The child reaches up, pressing a four leafed clover into the hands of the prince. Edoras's smile was enough to say any words that could fill that moment.

x.x.x.x

Fourteen days later in the midst of a bloody battle, far from the comforts of home, Edoras falls. As the noise of swords around him fades, one voice echoes in his mind.

...please be careful...

He fades, and is at rest- a four leafed clover clutched in his palm.


[[hnnng, more of a concept than a decent piece of writing /: Oh well <3

[Mercess]

"Onwards, gentlemen! On to victory!"
Edoras cries, his voice strong and powerful as he sits astride him horse. He is suitably dressed in a magnificent suit of silver armour, that gleams eagerly in the sunlight- His sword, Meálen, is sheathed at the curve of his muscular shoulder. Around him, the cavalry gather, quivering with anticipation. They are off to war, and their horses' hooves pound and scar the soft earth beneath them. The usual bustle of the village has fallen still- attention drawn to these brave men about to risk their lives for King and Country.

Edoras flashes his winning smile, urging his horse forwards through the mass of people. Women throw lilac blooms, men cross their arms over their chests- a sign of mutual respect as the procession move slowly through the city.

Suddenly, a boy of six runs into their path. Edoras stops, looks down at the exhausted face of the child. The people fall silent.

"Sir?" The boy begins meekly. "I heard you are off to fight."

Edoras nods; "For our city. Maybe, lad, you will one day too."

The child blinks, as if the thought had never occurred to him before. "It's dangerous out there, please be careful." He says softly.

Surprised, Edoras smiles gently. "Yes, boy. I'll be careful."

"Take this." The child reaches up, pressing a four leafed clover into the hands of the prince. Edoras's smile was enough to say any words that could fill that moment.

x.x.x.x

Fourteen days later in the midst of a bloody battle, far from the comforts of home, Edoras falls. As the noise of swords around him fades, one voice echoes in his mind.

...please be careful...

He fades, and is at rest- a four leafed clover clutched in his palm.


[[hnnng, more of a concept than a decent piece of writing /: Oh well <3

Wow. You are so much better than me. What do you think of mine?

[TigressJaguiar]

<3

[AquilaFuga]

Cara

Aaron

The year has finally struck 2020.
The dogs have been split into two social classes; The Old, and the New. The old class is made up of dogs from '08-'09, and the new class is dogs from '10-'11. They have been divided, and never see each other. They hate each other. But when Aaron, an Old, and Cara, a new, fall in love, will they ever be free from the social groups that constrict their lives?


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Part 1


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Aaron wandered round the park aimlessly. He surveyed his surroundings quietly, noticing a recurring theme; everyone seemed to have someone else. Someone to be with, someone to laugh with, and they looked incredibly happy. He sighed, iritably, and sat down on a park bench. He then looked over at a giant brick wall and wondered what lay on the other side...
In her garden, Cara sat on the old tyre swing, gently swaying side to side. She hummed quietly to herself, as she enjoyed the pleasant breeze. She then jumped down, and moved over onto the shady patio. Suddenly, her mother appeared from seemingly nowhere. "Cara, Leyla's come round!" she said in her brassy voice. She then disappeared inside the house, as Leyla came out.
Aaron decided to go back home. He wandered back through the park. Trying not to look at the couples surrounding him, he kicked a can across the floor. When he reached his house, he went in and went straight up to the study. He found his dad there, as usual, typing away on the computer. At first, he didn't see him, but to get his attention, Aaron shouted "Dad!". His dad turned round, annoyed.
"What do you want boy?" he huffed.
"Dad, why do we have the giant wall on the east edge of Old county?"
"To stop them stinking News coming in and invading our space!"
"So, we will never see them in our lives?"
His dad glared. "Why so many questions about them, after all your life, you decide to disturb me now?"
"Come on, Dad."
"Yes, you probably will have seen lots."
"What?"
"Yes. They climb over the wall and cause havoc at night. Some people bend over backwards to get into a fight with one, just to call 'em names or give 'em abuse."
"Wow. Thanks dad."
Aaron wandered out of his dad's study, and sat down on the top of the stairs, deep in thought.

"Hey Cara!" said Leyla brightly.
"Hey."
"What's up? You don't sound very cheery!"
"Just one of those days I guess."
"I know what'll cheer you up."
Cara raised one eyebrow. "What?"
"Olding."
"What?"
"You've seriously never heard of Olding??"
Cara's face was blank.
Leyla laughed. "Olding is when we climb over the wall and mess up Old County."
"Isn't that punishable by death?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Duh! We might get killed!"
"Chill out, that hardly ever happens. So, you in or what?"
Cara desperately wanted to say no, but she did wonder what Old county was like. "Sure." she said quietly.
"Sweet! I'll drop by at eight, be ready!" Leyla said, without letting Cara speak any more. She then disappeared over the garden fence.
Cara shook her head. What have I let myself in for?

[ika;]

Thank you both <33
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