Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

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[aether.]

Pet's name: Winter Green ♀

Pet's name: Christmas ♂

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Pet's name: Red ♀

Pet's name: Evergreen ♂

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Him -- Her
(( According to the archive, I do have the second pet, but I couldn't find it so I'll look around later |3 ))

Story?

[æchromatic]

Beautiful. <3

Luff <3

Thank you <3 ;w; I appreciate the complements, and I've altered it a bit now c:

Sakura - x xxxxx x - Chandra

"They say there's naught a stranger
Under the petals coral sea.
They say there's naught a stranger
Beneath the cherry blossom tree."

Little midnight child,
Tell me, why you do despair?
Here in our sanctuary
And you a mere au pair.

Flower - lovely blossom -
Tell me, why thou art concerned?
Cast aside my feelings
With the constellations turn.

Familiar scents cling about
Your sylphlike, fragile frame.
Koi swim through my memories
Stirring thoughts - the same.

"They say there's naught a stranger
Under the petals coral sea
They say there's naught a stranger
Beneath the cherry blossom tree."

[micah]

muse running at 0%


She was stroking her hair when the windows shattered.

The sound was piercing her ears and she jumped slightly but made no effort to move. Snow was creeping into her bedroom, and it was giggling, but she made no effort to move. In fact, she couldn't. She had never been seen before, a "real-life" sleeping beauty. Except she was not sleeping, she was always awake.
Soon the ice crept over her bed, and it snaked across her legs; soon her torso was consumed and finally, finally, her face was wrought over. There was no word if her city was okay, and frankly she did not care. Her fingers were still in her hair {as they have always been} but now they were a bit chilly and perhaps dead. She was not certain.

At one point all of the snow cleared her room and the village rose. Everyone was joyous; snow was falling from the sky again and it seemed like it would never over accumulate again.

One day, her last day, the snow had not massed again. It was falling and falling and even though the lamp fell off of her table, she thought everything was well. Soon, though, everything was moving very quickly. Everything sounded like white noise, consuming everything, until there was a burst.

She was stroking her hair when the windows shattered.

"Son! I told you not to touch the snow globes... Now look what you've done!" It was anger masked by a matronly face. They left and the town was swept up, washed away, and sleeping beauty was no longer in her castle.


That doesn't mean, though, that there weren't dozens of other sleeping beauties locked up as well...

[Zeee]

jaime xx maroon

not everyone gets a true love.

surely not me.

[mawsoleum]

Dog xx Fox



The excitement of a first hunt!
He had long been wanting to try it out, call himself a hunter. But at the time, he hadn’t earned the hunt in his name, he was merely an ‘er’.
He had a hunting dog, who hadn’t earned the hunting add on either, so he was called Dog. Dog had been with him for a short time, but proved himself.

Dog was faithful, Er was true.
So Er decided to test their abilities.

They left for the woods together, singing gay tunes as they merrily trotted along, gun slung over shoulder. They reached the ground together, shedding their happy coat so they could put on a more serious one.

The first hour equalled deer, deer, deer, and more deer. Quite boring.
But the second hour! Oh the second hour! A magnificent fox leaped before them, showing its Stunning coat off to them.

Er sent Dog after it.

Dog rushed through the leaves of the ground, trampling the dead twigs. Crisp autumn leaves crunched under Dog’s paws as he pounced forward, gaining ground to the fox with each stride. The poor fox was frightened to his end, trying to make his body follow his paws, which moved so much more quickly. He tripped and tripped, fumbling along as the the dog chased after him.

It was sad. The dog was so young, so new. He was being used for the wrong reasons. As many others had.

The fox loosed tears as his feet flew over the spots where his own kind had been shot down. The humans thought it fun. It was murder. His family, his friends, his enemies. All ending their life to a strange metal object.

It was over.

The fox hit a branch, which caught him for a moment. It was enough for the dog, who stretched his jaws around the fox’s neck. Broken neck. Dead.

The hunter had fallen behind, but saw a standing figure looking frantically about a ways in front of him.

The dog was so excited, holding the fox in its mouth, looking to and fro for its master. He wanted to show his prize immediately.

The hunter figured if he moved closer, the fox would run. His dog must have taken another route to catch it, or was hiding, he thought.

Where was the master? The dog looked around more, starting to take a couple of steps forward.

It was moving. The fox. The hunter took aim, hand on the trigger.

A figure moved a ways from the dog, so it started bolting towards what he thought to be his owner.

It was trying to escape.

Almost to master!

Pull, quick, pull. Aim now, pull.

Almost!

Bang.

Black.

With the fox in his mouth, the dog was dead. Shot.
Master bent to his knees, grief over taking him. Then and there he split his gun, throwing the ruined object away forever. It lays in vines and ivy to this day.

He promised never to hunt again.
He promised never to, ever again.
He was no longer an er.
He was not a hunt-er.
He was a kill-er.

Dog wasn’t a hunting dog.
Not Dog.
He was dead, with the fox.
Forever.


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R.I.P, Tulley.

This is a true story, happened to my friend.
I disagree with hunting, and this is why.
Think of what goes on through the animal's head.
I will not be a murderer.

[tinydoodles]

мayвe ιғ ι loved yoυ, yoυ'd вreaĸ ғroм yoυr reverιe
Nether---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Blossom

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It was rare to find a day when I left the forest. It was the only place that I truly understood. My life had needed no more than a wool sweater, a patch or leaf-strewn earth, and a pawful of tiny creatures.
I was thankful to escape to the forest. I had called that place home since I was a puppy. Leaving home, and my abusive mother behind, I found a peaceful place.
The villagers say that I'm not in my right mind. They're right. I think my mother left me broken and panicky. It's taken fifteen years in these woods to open my eyes and chase away the fear. But my mind isn't right. Only on paper can I say what I mean.

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I have seen. I have seen what they call her. Oh how I hope she hasn't seen how they point behind their paws and whisper to companions. I'm afraid for her. I'm afraid for everyone I care for, but her especially. Seeing her only once in a blue moon is a difficult truth for me to bear, and I could never be content if she stopped coming back.
From the first time I saw her, I wished to follow her to her woodland home. But I have never found the courage.
My father is always solemn, and never speaks ill of his only son. But he is disappointed. I am not what a prince is meant to be. A prince is meant to be feared, not fearful.
But this time I'll make myself a promise. The next time she comes, I will follow her into the woods. I will try to chase away the fear that eats me from the inside.

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Should I write more? I probably will, but I just want to know what people think so far ^^'

~Snickers

[Lying_Lilacs]

мayвe ιғ ι loved yoυ, yoυ'd вreaĸ ғroм yoυr reverιe
Nether---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Blossom

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It was rare to find a day when I left the forest. It was the only place that I truly understood. My life had needed no more than a wool sweater, a patch or leaf-strewn earth, and a pawful of tiny creatures.
I was thankful to escape to the forest. I had called that place home since I was a puppy. Leaving home, and my abusive mother behind, I found a peaceful place.
The villagers say that I'm not in my right mind. They're right. I think my mother left me broken and panicky. It's taken fifteen years in these woods to open my eyes and chase away the fear. But my mind isn't right. Only on paper can I say what I mean.

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I have seen. I have seen what they call her. Oh how I hope she hasn't seen how they point behind their paws and whisper to companions. I'm afraid for her. I'm afraid for everyone I care for, but her especially. Seeing her only once in a blue moon is a difficult truth for me to bear, and I could never be content if she stopped coming back.
From the first time I saw her, I wished to follow her to her woodland home. But I have never found the courage.
My father is always solemn, and never speaks ill of his only son. But he is disappointed. I am not what a prince is meant to be. A prince is meant to be feared, not fearful.
But this time I'll make myself a promise. The next time she comes, I will follow her into the woods. I will try to chase away the fear that eats me from the inside.

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Should I write more? I probably will, but I just want to know what people think so far ^^'

~Snickers

i would love to see more ^_^

[Keriae]

It was something I had hoped would never happen. Something I had been forced to do because of the current economic problems. Something which I knew I would regret. There I was, my short, messy hair spread out over the leaf litter, small twigs and scraps of said leaves that could only just be found in the snowy forest resting in said hair. Above me, pinning me to the floor, looming over me with his shadow cast across my frame, was a snatcher. The lead snatcher. The one every knew.

Orion.

His name sent tingles down my spine, and when I said the name, it rolled off my tongue like butter melting on a crumpet. Smooth, delicious. I savoured it every time.

His cool, liquid amber eyes drew me in almost unwillingly until I lost myself, full of a floating feeling like I was supported by water, drifting freely but not too far. His wild, unruly ginger hair, of which contained two, lone deep brown streaks blowing gently in the wind that filtered through the forest. He was studying me. Studying me like a predator studying prey.

No, I hadn't been snatched. Rather, it was the total opposite. What with the Dark Lord taking over and needing people to find the scum that called themselves wizards and witches, he had employed people to hunt them down, in exchange for money. Lots of money. This was a test. A test to see if I was fit enough to become a snatcher, to become one of them. But I was afraid. I was afraid that I had failed. When he had paced in front of those of us trying out, I hadn't listened to a word, just watched him as he moved, making note that it was very feline, very sly, very cunning. His voice had soothed me despite the fact I wasn't listening to the words, and I had had to resist the urge to leap at him and place my lips over his own. How I wanted to feel them moving against my own passionately, sensing the love he held for me. I had known him at Hogwarts, being just a year younger than him, and admired him from a distance, seeking his love even then, wishing that he would turn his devilishly handsome self to look at me just long enough to see me, truly see me. And now I had a chance to get closer.

So here I was, back against the frozen ground, his boot-laden foot pressing me firmly down, my heart thumping so loud I was certain that they could all hear it as it fought like a woodpecker to escape my chest. Even then, I was loosing myself in his features repeatedly. It wasn't until one of the others cleared their throat loudly and clearly that we remembered where we were.

He jolted back to reality, and I noticed he played with that fanged necklace around his neck (no doubt a trophy from a chase) as he removed his foot from my stomach, but didn't help me up. No, it was another wanna-be snatcher who held out his hand and pulled me to my feet as Orion turned his back to me, wild hair drawn into a loose ponytail to keep it from his face when in pursuit. It swayed as he moved and walked forwards, pacing then turning sharply to gaze at me, the hem of his long bottle green, almost black leather jacket swirling. Everyone was watching him expectantly, awaiting his decision as his orbs swimmed with thought, making the final judgement while I cleaned my clothes of the cold dirt and grime that had clung to me as I ran, ducking under branches and leaping over fallen logs in chase of the snatcher who was acting as a blood traitor.

"Well," His voice almost made me swoon, and I had to stand very still, my slender fingers clenching and unclenching as I waited for him to continue, respect shining in my own eyes. "It seems like we have a few new recruits."

It was much harder than I thought it would be, training through the long hours of sunlight and the thick blackness of night. He kept us going every day, no matter what the weather was like. Running through forests, through towns, across wind-swept moors, startling rabbits as we went. And when we weren't running, we were dueling. Paired up with more experianced snatchers, a different one every time, sending curses at us as we tried to counter them. I kept my eye on Scabior throughout these training sessions as they grew rougher and more dangerous, determained to prove everything that I was to him. And I'm sure that at one point, he stared right back.

It was the same as before. We were mezmorised by each other, and I could feel my heart speed up in my chest. My grip on my wand slackened, and there was a flash of red, but I hardly noticed my now tap-dancing feet until I was hit with another curse and I relalitated, my face flushed a merry marroon colour.

I'd ruined everything. Everything in that one moment. I'd be kicked out, or worse, killed for my moment of unfocus. I'd never have the chance again.

He continued advancing around the well-trodden clearing, eyes carefully studying each new snatcher in their small duels, assessing them as he went. I tried desperately to focus, but my mind had different plans, and kept drifting. So I slapped myself mentally, and a sigh of relief shook through my body when he announced we were done for the day with that task. It felt like something was lifted from me and I hastily followed as we retreated to the tents and wolfed down the small meal that we were only allowed every day, the energy returning to me.

Then we proceeded to re-enter the forest to try and increase our stamina. Days of hard, cruel training was already having it's effect on my body. Before, I was a fast sprinter, like a cheetah. Now I was becoming a runner, easily keeping up for a longer amount of time each time we ran. Whenever we ran, he did seem to hold some respect for me, which was the only good thing so far to come out of this predicament.

It was late into the night when we finally returned to the camp. As new recruits, we never had a tent to ourselves, but shared a large one, with a different snatcher every night to keep an eye on us, but it was always right in the center, as if to protect us. Not that we needed it. Snatchers were feared in Britain. Every witch or wizard that was a Mudblood or Blood-Traitor was scared out of their wits of us, and it was best to keep it that way.

How wrong we were.

It was dark. Very dark. Midnight dark. We couldn't see a thing. There was no light penetrating the tent, and only the senior snatcher and I were up. I couldn't sleep, which was a strange occurance. Normally, I could sleep soundly, all through the night. Which was why I had resigned to sitting up by the entrance, helping to keep watch. This wouldn't happen on any other night, but recently things were starting to relax a little, as our intergration into the group was nearly complete.

A shadow, a sillouette, loomed out of the dark frames that were the trees ahead. It was moving fast, bent double as it ducked under the low branches of a young beech tree. It never slowed down, but as it came closer, we were able to make out what it was.

A Death Eater.

We could only guess why. As no snatcher currently bore the Dark Mark, except Fenrir, who was somewhere out in the forest, no doubt snacking on a deer. But it was early morning of May the 1st, and we had no idea of the significance.

As the figure stopped in front of us, kicking up a small amount of dirt. His sides were heaving, his breathing hard as he tried to calm down, to breath properly.

"The Dark Lord wants you at Hogwarts. Now." He panted, then spun on the spot, a familiar crack splitting the silent, still air. The Dark Lord? Wanted us, at Hogwarts? He didn't even go there. He hadn't gone to the legendary school since he had taken over the Ministry. It had to be something important.

We both leapt to our feet, and I didn't need orders to go and wake up the rest. I didn't even shake them. I just pulled out my wand and levitated thm, breaking the spell so they landed on the hard floor with loud thumps. They rumbled, but as soon as I explained everything, they rushed around to get dressed like bees in a beehive. I, meanwhile, went to wait by the tent entrance. A fire had been lit, so the bright orange flames flickered, spreading light across our clearing. Orion was there, the other snatchers beside him.

I jogged over, nodding respectfully, and took my place while the others trailed behind me, yawning but looking excited.

"As you know, a Death Eater called by not five mintues ago. We're wanted at Hogwarts. We'll apparate to Hogsmeade, as the wards as still in place around the school We'll meet the Dark Lord and see what the plan is from there." He explained, his ginger hair looking all the brighter. He stood, his tall frame towring over us, and spun around, disappearing just like the Death Eater.

We quickly followed him in the crushing darkness that was apparation.