Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Actually.A.Herondale]

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those would be pretty baby dragons.....too bad the line art isn't used anymore. they look so mean....

[iPawki]

@Coyox; That was beautiful o3o Dx So sad, but I loved it nevertheless. </3

This is part 1 of a story~ I'll write part 2 later. Hopefully. Maybe. Probably not.
Well, yeah. Here goes.

Mia [the ballerina] [♀] | Aidan [♂]

Mia and Aidan. Aidan and Mia. It had always been that way.

{ They had known each other since they were babies; their parents were acquainted, and because of this they had become best friends.
The boy was of average height. His hair was of a dark, dark brown, and he had dull blue eyes that never really seemed to stand out like a hero's eyes should (although, even though the boy liked to think himself average, he had always been quite handsome). The girl, on the other hand, had gorgeous orange hair, filled with a bright, warm color that contrasted heavily against her pale skin. Unlike her friend, her eyes stood out immediately. They were almost pink, but this simple shade of pink was faded, and her eyes seemed to reflect her whole entire life (almost as if her memories had been sketched and painted onto a big and vast and empty canvas and now it was an overflow of emotions and thoughts, all drawn out from her brain and pulled up to the surface).

To give you an even clearer idea of the children, I can tell you that Aidan absolutely adored football; he was a big fan of Barcelona's football team, and as a much younger and more naive child claimed to be of Spanish descent, although everyone knew that he was Irish and Korean. Normally this would feel like a strange mix, but the town they lived in was so full of different cultures that it seemed almost natural.
Mia was French, and even though she had adapted to the so-called American way of life, she allowed her broad knowledge of so many different cultures and so many diverse ways of life to widen her range of thought and vision. She was never overly judgmental, and she never spoke without speaking. She was a dreamy girl, always nodding off and falling into her wonderful dreamland during classes, and her friends claimed that sometimes they felt that she was distant, far off.

And, perhaps they were right. She was strange in that aspect.

But, in all honesty, what was most important about her, and this story, was that she had an incredible sense of art. }

"I don't know if I want to go to college."

One sentence. That was all it took.

These words were spoken by a thirteen-year-old Mia. The two were in eighth grade, and currently enjoying the sight of a sunny, cloudless sky while many other students admired the fact that it was recess and that they currently had twenty minutes of liberty.

"Huh? But you're the smartest girl in our class!"

They weren't looking at each other, but Aidan could feel the shrug of her shoulders simply by listening to her voice. "Not really." She said, "I just get good grades 'cause I can memorize stuff easily enough."

Silence.

The next words were spoken with a certain hesitance, and by the boy. "Well..." He started, "It doesn't really matter yet. We're only in eighth grade." He knew that his answer was logical enough, but that the girl wouldn't listen to him; she was the calculative type, always trying to stay one step ahead. The boy knew that not only had Mia started thinking about college, but that she had probably thought of everything after that.

He knew that she was the type of person to lay things out, to plan things out, and then to allow these things to go askew.

He expected her to snort, or make some subtle noise, and then to fall silent once more. He expected her to allow the minutes fall past in decisive quietness. He expected her to just sit there, watching and thinking.

Instead, she spoke.
"I got an acceptance letter."

Another long, drawn out silence.
Then--"For what?"

This time they were looking at each other. "Ballet School. In New York."
For a few moments, he said nothing. That's all the way on the East Coast, he thought. But then, the more he thought about it, the less he cared.

He gave her a crooked smile, a smile that for now was cheerful and bright. "Yeah... I see. So you don't want to go to college because of dance, right?" Pause, then a little bit of head nodding, then a continuation. "Right... well, I s'pose I get it. Can't really look at things in your point of view-- matter of fact, no one can-- but I get it."

Mia returned the smile.

xxx

She left two months later, ten days after the end of school.
On the plane, she found a piece of paper tucked into her pocket. Unfolding it, she immediately recognized Aidan's handwriting.

Two words were written, clearly and neatly (which was most unusual for the boy with the messiest handwriting in the grade):

Good luck.

(/end of part 1)

[Briony]

♀ Charms ♀ ♂ Axel ♂

Charms was so cold.
Drawn into a tight ball of grey fur, her teeth stayed gritted, lest they chatter and bite her tongue, which lolled with exhaustion, its moisture dry and frozen.
The only sound she made was the soft whistling of the icy air as it swirled through her wet nostrils, which had frozen as her muzzle rested on the snow-topped ground.
Curling tighter as an icy blast of air lashed at her fur, which had frozen into clumps of icy rat's tails, Charms whimpered, her whine lost as the wind consumed it in its high-pitched rage.

Slowly, the wind's howls mellowed; it calmed itself and the world rested once again. The snow rested upon the dry, twisted branches, and blanketed the grass; Charms, through her half-closed eyelids, could see the horizontal landscape ahead of her. The tops of grass blades, visible above the white glitter, shivered in the last breath of the storm. Charms rose slowly and unsteadily; her paws dappled the snow as she took a few steps. She was not used to the cold; it stole her breath and helped frost creep into her lungs; her pelt hung close to her body, slicked and frozen.

Taking a few more precarious and unbalanced steps, she began to trot, the horizon still spinning dizzily, her skin feeling prickling hot yet sub-zero cold. The pads of her paws felt like they were burning from the snow, but Charms continued.

I have been abandoned by my pack. They left, knowing the storm would hit too soon. My legs were still too young, too weak, to get me out of the storm zone in time. They did not want the burden of an extra weight. So they left me, knowing I would be hit by the storm. Thinking I would die. But they were wrong.

* * *

After walking a little way, Charms raised her muzzle to the air and took a deep sniff, her nose prickling. It smelt horrible down here, near where the Two-Legs lived, in their big dens made of stone. It smelt of the evil-black-air that came out of their moving-dens. Taking another sniff, she searched past the evil smell and let in the familiar smell of Fast-Four-Legs-Kin. But not her pack; they had not come this way. Nuzzling the powdery snow, she sniffed energetically, searching for the smell of meat; instead, she got a noseful of ice.

Snorting, she danced around a little on her paws, her eyes watering from cold. Behind her, hidden in the shadows of evening, a high yipped-laugh of unconcealed amusement barked out; she turned in surprise, hoping for another Fast-Four-Legs, but could not see anything in the long blackness that hid between the trunks of trees.
"Hello?" she called, trotting towards the trees. "Anyone there?"

{I know it's pretty rubbish, but yeah. Ah, well.}

[Cinn]

♀ Charms ♀ ♂ Axel ♂

Charms was so cold.
Drawn into a tight ball of grey fur, her teeth stayed gritted, lest they chatter and bite her tongue, which lolled with exhaustion, its moisture dry and frozen.
The only sound she made was the soft whistling of the icy air as it swirled through her wet nostrils, which had frozen as her muzzle rested on the snow-topped ground.
Curling tighter as an icy blast of air lashed at her fur, which had frozen into clumps of icy rat's tails, Charms whimpered, her whine lost as the wind consumed it in its high-pitched rage.

Slowly, the wind's howls mellowed; it calmed itself and the world rested once again. The snow rested upon the dry, twisted branches, and blanketed the grass; Charms, through her half-closed eyelids, could see the horizontal landscape ahead of her. The tops of grass blades, visible above the white glitter, shivered in the last breath of the storm. Charms rose slowly and unsteadily; her paws dappled the snow as she took a few steps. She was not used to the cold; it stole her breath and helped frost creep into her lungs; her pelt hung close to her body, slicked and frozen.

Taking a few more precarious and unbalanced steps, she began to trot, the horizon still spinning dizzily, her skin feeling prickling hot yet sub-zero cold. The pads of her paws felt like they were burning from the snow, but Charms continued.

I have been abandoned by my pack. They left, knowing the storm would hit too soon. My legs were still too young, too weak, to get me out of the storm zone in time. They did not want the burden of an extra weight. So they left me, knowing I would be hit by the storm. Thinking I would die. But they were wrong.

* * *

After walking a little way, Charms raised her muzzle to the air and took a deep sniff, her nose prickling. It smelt horrible down here, near where the Two-Legs lived, in their big dens made of stone. It smelt of the evil-black-air that came out of their moving-dens. Taking another sniff, she searched past the evil smell and let in the familiar smell of Fast-Four-Legs-Kin. But not her pack; they had not come this way. Nuzzling the powdery snow, she sniffed energetically, searching for the smell of meat; instead, she got a noseful of ice.

Snorting, she danced around a little on her paws, her eyes watering from cold. Behind her, hidden in the shadows of evening, a high yipped-laugh of unconcealed amusement barked out; she turned in surprise, hoping for another Fast-Four-Legs, but could not see anything in the long blackness that hid between the trunks of trees.
"Hello?" she called, trotting towards the trees. "Anyone there?"

{I know it's pretty rubbish, but yeah. Ah, well.}

So pretty. Are you writing more? C:

[Tatterdemalion]

When they met... he may have been just a little starstruck

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide

And once again, I have a story and it'll probably never get written. I swear one day I will write every pair story I have promised...

[Kangarose]

Dog xx Fox

This was amazing. </3

[tinydoodles]

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

--

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.

--

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.

--

I came today, to the village. I hate that. They all stare, and they all point, they all whisper. Rumors fly faster than falcons.
But... there is one. He has never pointed, he has never whispered. He has stared, but his eyes shone with something stronger than pity or revulsion. Do my eyes sparkle like that when I look? Am I not as beautiful as all the other girls?
I do not know.

--

She came today, to the village. My heart pounded. Your promise, I told myself, remember your promise. The undersides of my paws slipped on the cold stones as she hurried back to the forest with a bag of seeds.
I rushed after, shoving away the haze of fear clouding my gaze. What would she think of me? What on earth could jump out at me at any second?!
"Wait!"
She froze.

~Snickers

[Lizzy<3]

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

--

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.

--

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.

--

I came today, to the village. I hate that. They all stare, and they all point, they all whisper. Rumors fly faster than falcons.
But... there is one. He has never pointed, he has never whispered. He has stared, but his eyes shone with something stronger than pity or revulsion. Do my eyes sparkle like that when I look? Am I not as beautiful as all the other girls?
I do not know.

--

She came today, to the village. My heart pounded. Your promise, I told myself, remember your promise. The undersides of my paws slipped on the cold stones as she hurried back to the forest with a bag of seeds.
I rushed after, shoving away the haze of fear clouding my gaze. What would she think of me? What on earth could jump out at me at any second?!
"Wait!"
She froze.

~Snickers

More?

[tinydoodles]

Yes, I'll definitely write more soon :>

~Snickers

[Parachutes]

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.

This is beautiful! A statue finding love.... So unique. I love this! And the use of poetry adds to it all! Love it, love it, love it! It screams out at me!