Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Keriae]

They were sisters.
They were both very alike, yet both very different.
They were both very different, yet both very alike.

Both had night-black fur. Both had startling scarlet eyes. Both had brilliant white markings.

But the first sister prefered to stay in the darkness of her room, the deep navy blue curtains forever closed over her large window, her door forever locked, stopping anyone who dared to try and enter. She would never leave her room; not for food, not to use the bathroom, not to go to school. There was no need, not when eveything was brought to her by her family who feared for her health.

The second sister also stayed in her room. However, this was only for the daylight hours, for the sun always made her feel too hot. When this golden sun set over the rolling hills on the horizon, she was always standing on her balcony, watching the sky as it darkened. When the moon rose, she would carefully, and with practised ease, climb down the strong ivy that had spent many years climbing up the side of the house.

All this was the very reason a [doctor] and [nurse] had been called to the house. For the sisters.

The first sister had not been heard moving for the past two days. The second sister had fallen from her balcony and was now seriously injured. She too was in the first sister's room, sitting on a camp bed by her bedside with her parents.

The first sister's fur was dirty, grimy and tangled, her eyes dull, lips open a millimeter. She was deathly thin, and unable to move more than a couple of feet. The bedcovers did not help to cease her endless shaking and shivering.
The second sister had already been checked over by the nurse, and her arm was now in a pot, held to her chest, while to stomach was covered in bandages. On her lap was a pair of handcuffs from a game many years ago. She looked little better.

The doctor looked up from his checkover, lowering his spectacles to the tip of his nose, looking grave. The nurse caught his eyes and ushered the parents to two seats, and stood beside them, knowing what was coming.

"There is nothing we can do. A dangerous disease has taken hold of your daughter's body, and there is no cure. She has an hour left, if that."

Before he had finished, the sisters' mother had broken down, hunches over, her shape shking with harsh sobs of grief. Their father was holding onto her hand, stroking the top of it soothingly with his thumb, not daring to look in the direction of the doctor and his ill daughter. The second sister just sat there, staring at nothing, completely still.

As they tried to come to terms with the news, the first sister drew a shaky breath, her chest hardly moving, then stopped, her eyes glazing over as the doctor left the room.

They were sisters.
They were both very alike, yet both very different.
They were both very different, yet both very alike.

[Mura]

~{Arm Candy}~

{Cobalt ♦ Kirin}

Part 1

The bus did not bother to turn up until the tension had become so thick it might have been possible to cut it with a knife. We had not ceased our pavement-drubbing, and it was only when the welcome whirs and creaks of the large metallic vehicle came did her feet stop making their constant rhythm (just long enough for her to get a bus seat). Our silence was broken by the voices of many other people, mostly all from our school, and all sharing a common goal - to reach the centre of town, to hang out, to shop and chat with their mates. The town square was the hub of our out-of-school activities. If the school had known, it would have probably sentenced us to eternal detention by now. It was common knowledge (to the students, at least) that some of the behind-the-scenes activities carried out by a few crafty students were not adult-approved and never would be. That, however, was none of our business.

We strode onto the bus together, matching each other's pace but being careful not to come into physical contact. Our relationship was carefully planned so as not to blur the line between 'look good' and, well, 'feel good'. We wanted to be seen together, but most certainly, definitely not like that. She, as usual, purchased me a ticket and I went to grab the two free seats at the back with a group of other boys (plus their girls) whom we knew. Yes, we were most definitely the in crowd in every conceivable way, despite Kirin's anti-social tendencies. I was most definitely not a bully - I made sure she was one of the crew.

She sat down with a bump beside me on the soft felt seat just as the bus began moving off; she greeted the other two girls and gave a poor excuse for a 'hello' to the large group of boys before following her usual routine of pulling her fluffy black headphones from her leather black shoulder bag and shoving them over her head to block out the noise. Although I disapproved of her lack of commitment to conversations, at least it was a firm guarantee that she would listen to music and not bother talking about her weird little dreams. That would be a big no-no, especially in front of the guys, and I made sure she was aware of this from high school day one. So, we left her to her music and chatted about the usual things; the rugby matches, the girls, how much said girls had grown in the past few months, and general other subjects we chose specifically to annoy our female companions.

One subject that arose was what we planned to do today. I was all for chilling in the park, but at this point the usually-distanced Kirin interjected to ask if she could go shopping. The girls backed her up valiantly, and eventually I reluctantly agreed on the condition that we could stop at the hairdresser's. The blue dye the stylist had so carefully applied to the tips of my brown, gel-spiked hair was beginning to fade and I wanted it re-doing.

I loved the colour blue. Maybe that was another reason why Kirin was my choice companion; the pale blue glass beads that were her eyes were quite nice to look at when I was bored, certainly better than looking out of windows and trying to think. Daydreaming is no fun when you have no idea what to dream about. I had earned the nickname 'Cobalt' as a result of my blue obsession; my shirts were blue, my shorts were blue, my shoes were blue, my eyes were blue, so my hair had to be blue somehow too, honouring my reputation as the Blue Boy. I myself liked to give the mirror a satisfying sweep and pose just to see the wonderful colour and how it covered me.

I was snapped back to my thoughts by Kirin's mumbling. The others were (wisely) no longer paying attention to her, instead chattering about which shops they needed to call at. Mikey wanted to check out the new sports shop, for example, and Kyle had his mind set on swinging by the deli so he could chat up a few of its regular female customers. However, I distinctly heard Kirin mumbling about the DIY store, 'Mitchell Co.', and how she needed to get something from there. My hopes crashed down like the wind leaving the sails of an abandoned ship. Here I had thought she was making an effort to live up to her attractive appearance, but no, she insisted on keeping a strange and often generic mind-set. However, I begrudgingly told her I would accompany her there on the condition she upheld her bargain and came with me to the Hairdresser's. She was predictably okay with this agreement.

[[are people interested in this or should I not bother? :U]]

[bonegrindr]

Ophelia & Jordan

As I bury your corpse in the yard
Though I know I've done wrong
I relish the thought of your childish gaze
Through my shameful desires

Your funeral, or, 'Celebration of Life' was today. It was hard, but.. At least we got to see your urn. I tied a balloon to it; I know how much you loved them. Maybe it's up there with you? They said they didn't want you to have an open casket funeral because..You know..You didn't look so good. But, that's alright, I have pictures of you everywhere, you didn't think I would forget, did you? I could never forget you, dear brother.

Sitting here next to you lets me think
All the memories we've shared
I threw them and locked them all away
But that case didn't lock

You've been gone almost four years, now.. And I still expect you to walk in and say "Ophie, get up, its going to be a pretty sunrise today!" Oh, Jordan, how I miss you.. After over a year and a half, we finally got some of the things back from the police that they took when you died, isn't that great? Seeing the gun was very hard, but it brought us closure. There are apparently four other notes they lost, but they're trying to locate them..But! They found your bible! Some of the pages are stained with blood, but I don't care.

When dawn breaks
Can I smile?
Can I ever smile again?
Though I know I've lost you
Have I truly gained nothing?

Happy birthday! You're 17 now. Of course, you probably forgot.. But, that's alright, the balloons I send always have your age on them. I send one every year for you, since you probably don't get them anymore where you're at. It feels nice visiting the lake where your ashes were sprinkled. Remember what it's called? Victor Ashe Park, your favorite place to go when you wanted to watch the sunrise. I hope the view up where you are is nice; It certainly is down here. I have to admit, I was angry at you when I got word of what you did.. I also felt like it was my fault for not calling you that night. I knew you weren't yourself that day.. But, I forgave you, even if I didn't want to. It's hard for us, you know? Especially for your sisters and brother, but especially your mother. She misses you terribly. Although, we're happy for you now, we know you had a hard time down here, maybe that was what you needed; A nice, long vacation..

I've let go of you, dear
I've abandoned all of my fears
Let time spin
It's just a
Kaleidoscope

Did you get last year's balloon? It was probably my favorite one. It was blue, your favorite color. I guess I should go for now, but I'll be back next year, you know that.

And I'll send another balloon..

Just like I always do..

I'll send them to you intil I can't send them anymore..

[lilshocker8]

Just thought they looked nice together. C=

They do

[- poppeh]

Jeff [m] & Kala [f]

{this c.i.r.c.u.s a n i t no a . c . t}

When I was young my father took me to the circus. And I loved it. On the way home I told him I wanted to be in the circus when I grew up.
"That's great! I'll believe in you no matter what." I smiled knowing someone cared.
When we pulled into the driveway I ran inside. I told my mother that I wanted to be in the circus. She wasn't happy.
"What?! No. End of story."
"B-but!" "No buts. To bed."
"I haven't eaten dinner yet!" "Without supper then."
I slumped into bed.

It's been a few years since I ever brought the circus up. But my mom still rants about it. But I couldn't stand it anymore one day.
So I ran away to the...
Circus.

Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world
Will never take my heart
Go and try
You'll never break me
We want it all
We wanna play this part.

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{More?}

[Briony]

Jeff [m] & Kala [f]

{this c.i.r.c.u.s a n i t no a . c . t}

When I was young my father took me to the circus. And I loved it. On the way home I told him I wanted to be in the circus when I grew up.
"That's great! I'll believe in you no matter what." I smiled knowing someone cared.
When we pulled into the driveway I ran inside. I told my mother that I wanted to be in the circus. She wasn't happy.
"What?! No. End of story."
"B-but!" "No buts. To bed."
"I haven't eaten dinner yet!" "Without supper then."
I slumped into bed.

It's been a few years since I ever brought the circus up. But my mom still rants about it. But I couldn't stand it anymore one day.
So I ran away to the...
Circus.

Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world
Will never take my heart
Go and try
You'll never break me
We want it all
We wanna play this part.

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{More?}

Yes please ^^ Sounds really interesting...

[ika;]

x Gwen && Matthew x

Right.

It’s three in the morning, and I’m sitting in the middle of London in my pyjamas. Oops.

I can’t even pretend I do this often, because honestly- I’m relatively sane. I own a house. Apart from the odd cigarette and my habit of crying over every film I watch, people can generally rely on me to be pretty normal, which clearly does not explain why I am here in the first place. Do I deserve this? Was I someone really terrible in a past life? Is this Karma? Is Fate sitting upstairs watching me, saying; ‘Gwen Perry, you utter fool- this is what you get for being so darn mean.’?

Okay, well maybe I wasn’t that bad in a previous life- maybe someone a bit nicer, because it isn’t raining yet. I surreptitiously check the dark sky for any signs; I wouldn’t bet against my own personal raincloud showing up. I shiver, suddenly noticing how cold it is. I wrap my arms around my chest as I walk, keeping my head down.
To be honest, I’m surprised I’m not in floods of tears- If I cried at Bambi, how come I’m not crying now? I don’t think it’s sunk in yet.

I’d better explain. Matthew Perry. My ex-husband. I roll the phrase around on my tongue, getting used to it. I suppose I get to say it as of now- as of tonight when the absolute idiot upped it and left.

I sniff, gazing blankly at the pavement and ignoring the car headlights that lit up the damp road every now and then as they drove past. Suddenly the pink flannel bottoms I’m wearing seem half as adorable as they did when I bought them in Cornwall- they were his idea, he thought they’d look good on me. What have I done?

I thought the night had gone as normally as a Thursday night usually does- Matthew is an architect, so he sometimes works late. I’d run him a bath, and was watching some corny film when I heard his key turn in the lock. He was fine, honestly- he kissed me and went into the bathroom. We had dinner, he told me the latest story on his ridiculous boss, I laughed and he laughed. We went to bed. I guess it was about midnight when he sat up suddenly, staring at the wall. I thought he’d had a nightmare or something, so I went to hug him but he practically shoved me off the bed. “What is it, Matt?” I put on my most sympathetic tone, even though that shove hurt- he’d never touched me like that before, he knew I’d whack him straight back. He turned to look at me; like he was surprised I was there. For a while, he didn’t say anything, and I was getting a little freaked out- I almost called his mother, and I’d never speak to that her unless Matt was actually dying. Just as I’d slipped my legs out from the duvet, he grabbed my wrist. “I can’t do this anymore, Gwen.” He said abruptly. “I don’t love you anymore.”

My head went fuzzy, and my skin crawled. “What?” I whispered, trying to wriggle out of his vice-like grip on my arm. “I don’t love you.” He repeated slowly. “I’m sorry, but I have to go now.” Matthew hopped out of bed, and strode from the room. “Matthew-“ I screeched, stumbling after him down the dark corridor. “Matthew!”

“I’m sorry Gwen. I just need to go now.” He shrugged on his coat, and snatched his keys from the kitchen, not meeting my eyes as he rushed about. I followed him, clinging to his sleeves in an attempt to slow him down. It was no good, and I should’ve known that- the time Matt doesn’t spend at work or with me is used at the gym. He easily twisted my arm backwards until I gave a yelp of pain and fell away into the wall, overturning shoe rack, giving him the time to storm out of the front door and into the night. Despair seared in my chest, and for a moment I lost the ability to breathe. Gasping, I staggered out after him, falling straight down the concrete porch steps. I landed with a crash on the floor, winded- but I was only down for a minute until I righted myself and ran out into the road. Matthew was nowhere to be seen in the frosty night; he was gone. I walked, and walked.

And still no pain. Well, physically I hurt like I couldn't describe, but my head just felt numb. No tears, no breathlessness that I felt as he left. Nothing. To be honest, I was a little concerned. My foot hit something hard, and I jolted out of my thoughts with an unpleasant shock.

Astonished, I found myself back at the porch, staring up at the white walls of the house. The gravel around my feet was disturbed from where I’d fallen, but I took the steps two at a time until I was back at the front door. It was ajar. Swinging it open, I absorbed the wreckage around me. The hallway was chaos, shoes littering the pine floor and the paint on the wall scratched where I’d been slammed into it. Tentatively, I picked my way through until I reached the kitchen, half hoping to see Matthew’s keys hanging on the little shelf- that it was all a dream.

‘Course not, Gwen.

I thought drily to myself, crashing onto the cream sofa we had so lovingly picked out a year ago. A blue light pulsated from the house phone; one new message. I stood again, punching the ‘play’ button with unnecessary violence- it wasn’t the phone’s fault my husband left me and I had strolled around the Capitol in baby pink pyjamas printed with cats. The phone played no part in this.

One new message-
Matthew, if you don't meet me in half an hour, I'm coming to get you myself- I don't care if your wife is with you. I'll hurt who I need to, if it means you keeping quiet. Half an hour, Matthew. I'm serious.

All I could hear in the living room was the laboured gasps of my breath.

[tinydoodles]

Kota ♥ Valaria ♥ Cobalt

The angel fell from a star, and in love with a beast.

♥

"Darling, however do you manage to make such an utter mess of yourself?"
Kota grasped his snow-white paws in her own cream ones, and licked the deep gash carefully. The blood ran, thick and warm, staining the pale underside of his front legs. Cobalt winced beneath her touch and tried to pull his paws from her.
"Oh no, you are to stay and let me dress your leg!"
She sounded rather like she was a mother scolding a small child, but the tone did not hide the concern that edged her words.
"I am alright. It is more important to make this place safe for you and our unborn pup! Why you wanted to move us here..." he muttered, shutting his eyes in pain.
"Only unsafe for yourself! You had better not make enemies for us before our pup is even born." she glanced briefly down at her swollen belly. The puppy would come any day now.
She finished wrapping the cloth around her mate's leg.
"This stick, it itches."
He nibbled with his huge upper canines at the bindings, only to have his muzzle pushed aside by Kota's paw.
"Do not pull it off, or you will have to put new bandages on yourself!"
He chuckled softly, smiling.
"Come now..."
She turned to face him, pressing the tip of her muzzle upon his.
"I will not be a good mother."
She said suddenly, turning her face to the earth. A tiny tear slid, silently, down her nose.
"Of course you will! You have been the best mate in anyplace, I wouldn't change a thing about you."
He lifted his paw gingerly to wick away her tear.
"It will be alright. I will help you best I can, though I can't promise I will be much help. But I love you."
"I love you t-"
She broke off abruptly, and doubled over, as a bolt of pain raged through her.
"What is wrong!?"
"Our pup is coming."

♥

The pain subsided. The sun began to rise. They had a daughter.
Turning her little face upward, she mewled softly, seeking out her mother's warmth. Her parents settled themselves on either side of her ginger flanks.
"She looks like you,"
Kota said in a hoarse voice, nodding to her tiny protruding canines.
"More like you,"
said he, with a deep rumbling noise that sounded like something between a laugh and a purr.
"What shall we name him?"
"You should."
After a pause, the name rose to Kota's lips.
"Valaria."
"The Wolven word for the Earth?"
She nodded, lost in thought.
Oh, God, please don't let her be like me. I was never supposed to come here, never supposed to fall in love, never supposed to have a pup! She wouldn't be able to handle the powers if she hadn't gone through life yet.
She would have to tell Cobalt soon.
I can't do this alone.

~Snickers

[AquilaFuga]

Kota ♥ Valaria ♥ Cobalt

The angel fell from a star, and in love with a beast.

♥

"Darling, however do you manage to make such an utter mess of yourself?"
Kota grasped his snow-white paws in her own cream ones, and licked the deep gash carefully. The blood ran, thick and warm, staining the pale underside of his front legs. Cobalt winced beneath her touch and tried to pull his paws from her.
"Oh no, you are to stay and let me dress your leg!"
She sounded rather like she was a mother scolding a small child, but the tone did not hide the concern that edged her words.
"I am alright. It is more important to make this place safe for you and our unborn pup! Why you wanted to move us here..." he muttered, shutting his eyes in pain.
"Only unsafe for yourself! You had better not make enemies for us before our pup is even born." she glanced briefly down at her swollen belly. The puppy would come any day now.
She finished wrapping the cloth around her mate's leg.
"This stick, it itches."
He nibbled with his huge upper canines at the bindings, only to have his muzzle pushed aside by Kota's paw.
"Do not pull it off, or you will have to put new bandages on yourself!"
He chuckled softly, smiling.
"Come now..."
She turned to face him, pressing the tip of her muzzle upon his.
"I will not be a good mother."
She said suddenly, turning her face to the earth. A tiny tear slid, silently, down her nose.
"Of course you will! You have been the best mate in anyplace, I wouldn't change a thing about you."
He lifted his paw gingerly to wick away her tear.
"It will be alright. I will help you best I can, though I can't promise I will be much help. But I love you."
"I love you t-"
She broke off abruptly, and doubled over, as a bolt of pain raged through her.
"What is wrong!?"
"Our pup is coming."

♥

The pain subsided. The sun began to rise. They had a daughter.
Turning her little face upward, she mewled softly, seeking out her mother's warmth. Her parents settled themselves on either side of her ginger flanks.
"She looks like you,"
Kota said in a hoarse voice, nodding to her tiny protruding canines.
"More like you,"
said he, with a deep rumbling noise that sounded like something between a laugh and a purr.
"What shall we name him?"
"You should."
After a pause, the name rose to Kota's lips.
"Valaria."
"The Wolven word for the Earth?"
She nodded, lost in thought.
Oh, God, please don't let her be like me. I was never supposed to come here, never supposed to fall in love, never supposed to have a pup! She wouldn't be able to handle the powers if she hadn't gone through life yet.
She would have to tell Cobalt soon.
I can't do this alone.

~Snickers

This is great! I would love to hear moe!

[Briony]

x Gwen && Matthew x

Right.

That's really good - are you going to continue?