Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[4kcuo]

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.


The Gentleman-------------------------------------------The Lady

"Death comes fast, Dear Madam."
The voice was as cold as ice.

"Care to make it shorter?"
There it was again.


Why Cry, dear Lady?
Your tears have no effect on me."
The voice boomed throughout the dark room.

Scuffling was all to be heard.

"Shall I be granted with your screech?"
It was to torment her forever.

"Or shall I stay right here?"
2 choices. 1 scuffle.

"It's your choice."
His dark eyes glowed.

His claws gleamed.

And soon there shall be no lady left to see.

{How I totally fail at this. }

[s y n]

Blue [my love] .&. Tobias [me, the best friend] .&. Hollow [the boyfriend]

He's the one.
She means the world to me.
It's all fun and games.


[story?]

[iHolli]

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.

Wow, this is really good! More please?

.Holli.

[Keriae]

Thank you Holli! <3
I'll try and post another part soon. ^^

[OctoberNights]

Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.


The Gentleman-------------------------------------------The Lady

"Death comes fast, Dear Madam."
The voice was as cold as ice.

"Care to make it shorter?"
There it was again.


Why Cry, dear Lady?
Your tears have no effect on me."
The voice boomed throughout the dark room.

Scuffling was all to be heard.

"Shall I be granted with your screech?"
It was to torment her forever.

"Or shall I stay right here?"
2 choices. 1 scuffle.

"It's your choice."
His dark eyes glowed.

His claws gleamed.

And soon there shall be no lady left to see.

{How I totally fail at this. }

Love it ^~^

[kes.]

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.

I agree with Holli, moremoremore please <3

[TigressJaguiar]

Dog xx Fox

So sad...

[Zeee]

jaime xx charlie


We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?


Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

[kes.]

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.


)____________________________________(
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.

This is so sad... Beautiful, too. I'm sorry about {Tulley?}...

[teenqueen]

What Is Love?
&

It had been late December when I had saw her for the first time. Her beauty was beyond any other dogs I had seen. She was snow white with purple, pink, and baby blue markings that covered her body, and feathers that were tied around her tail. Her eyes a beautiful baby blue. I could feel the butterflies flutter around in my hollow stomach. If only I could get her attention, the only problem was I was unable to move my body, I could only watch as she walked past me on the forest path that lead to the Kingdom of Rome.
I am only a wood statue rested on the side of the path, alone and forgotten. Vines covering my tail, chest, and front legs and bugs using my hollow insides as a home. All I am able to do is watch and listen, Confined to silence. I had never felt love before, it was a strange feeling.
Everyday after that she walked down the path and everyday I felt the same butterflies. But One day I could tell something was wrong with her. Her head was low and her tail a dirty brown from dragging it in the dirt. She had stopped in front of me her gaze shifting from the ground to me. Tears forming in her eyes. Her eyes...Her baby blue eyes... They made my heart race as I stared into them. "Tell me Statue, What is Love? Is it a thought or a feeling? Is it a need or a want? Is it truly real?" Her voice was shaky as she continued on, "Am I stupid to be in love was him? Please Tell me what love is, I need to know."
She sat down in front of me. The tears rolling down her cheeks. If only I could pick up my paw and wipe them away. If only I could hold her close and comfort her. I watched as a tear fell from her face. The tear drop landing onto my wooden paw. A strange feeling come over me, I could hear her gasp as my sight went away. A second later I found myself on the ground, quickly glancing over to where she was I noticed she was now standing up. Her eyes filled with horror and curiosity. What had happened to me a second ago that freighted her? Realizing I was still on the ground I tried to sit up, not like anything would happen since I couldn't move. Well at least that was what I had thought.
But somehow I was able to move now. Grunting, there was a cracking noise as I used my limbs for the first time in my long life, I stood up looking down at her. She watched quietly not looking as frightened as before.

"What is love, but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured and shared with another
All tests it will endure?

What is love, but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength to shame the mountains
And halt time’s ceaseless flow?

What is love, but a triumph,
A glorious goal attained,
The union of two souls, two hearts
A bond the angels have ordained?

What is love, but a champion,
To cast the tyrant from his throne,
And raise the flag of truth and peace,
And fear of death o’erthrow?

What is love, but a beacon,
To guide the wayward heart,
A blazing light upon the shoals
That dash cherished dreams apart?

And what is love, but forever,
Eternal and sincere,
A flame that through wax and wane
Will outlive life’s brief years?

So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops,
In all places high and low,
That love for you is my reason to be,
And will never break or bow."

I quietly recited the poem that I had once heard a man say as he was walking down the path. A small smile spread across her face as she studied me silently. That was the day, That I realized what love was. An that she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

The Poem,
Love Defined - Matt Dubois
Sorry if it's bad. X/ Ha... This is my first time in a while writing a story.