Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Leurai]

Every day I'd trudge to work
Early, weary on my feet.
You were there gently meandering in flight
And made me feel a little safer on the side of the street.

In the afternoon I'd take the same way home
Between the curb and trodden dirt.
You'd fly closer still, a blazing white blur
Against the stark blue of my shirt.

For almost two years, several of you saw me off
Watching over me as I thought and talked
About the work I had to do.
You were with me when I walked.

;_; <3 I miss seeing the little white butterflies before and after work at my first job, going to and from my first apartment.

[deadaccount2564]

Rhona & Soldier
I was wild. I galloped across fields without a care in the world. But then the humans took me, and changed my life.
I fought them, but they were stronger. They trapped me in a truck and bought me to a small farm and put me in a stable. I felt so isolated, I kicked and kicked. Next to me a pretty dappled mare lifted her head.
"Don't kick." she whispered. "The humans will come for you." I nodded and asked her,
"Who are you, and where am I?"
"I'm Rhona, and we are at a human farm, where they capture wild horses. My mother was wild, but I was born here, and will never know what it is like to gallop at full speed." she said sadly.
I touched my nose to hers, and she sighed. I tried to think of a way she could be wild, then I saw the gate. It was left open. If only I could get out of the stable. Then I had an idea. "Kick!" I said to Rhona, and started banging the door with my hoof. Rhona did too. Eventually, the humans came and opened our stables. I charged out, with Rhona following. We galloped as fast as we could, until we were so tired we stopped. There was lush fields of green grass. We lived there, and we had a beautiful foal, Rowan.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Captain Samuel Vimes /// Ankh-Morpork

The city wasa, wasa, wasa wossname. Thing. Woman. Thass what it was. Woman. Roaring, ancient, centuries old. Strung you along, let you fall in thingy, love, with her, then kicked you inna, inna, thingy. Thingy, in your mouth. Tongue. Tonsils. Teeth. That's what it, she, did. She wasa... thing, you know, lady dog. Puppy. Hen. Bitch. And then you hated her and, and just when you thought you'd got her, it, out of your, your, whatever, then she opened her great booming rotten heart to you, caught you off your bal, bal, thing. Ance. Yeah. Thassit. Never knew where you stood. Lay. Only thing you were sure of, you couldn't let her go. Because, because she was yours, all you had, even in her gutters...

[ZombieKitten12]

Wanderheart + Skunktail

Wanderheart was originally from Thunderclan. His mate, Cherryglen, cheated on him with a cat from WindClan. Cherryglen had two kits, one from Wanderheart and one from the other tom. Wanderheart's suspicions overwhelmed him, so he ran away from his clan, in hopes that he would never have to face her again. He met a rogue cat, Skunky, and fell in love with her despite having thought he would never fall in love again. Skunky got pregnant with Wanderheart's kits, and, when complications arose, the two returned to Thunderclan, despite Wanderheart's fear of returning. (Credit for this story goes to my girlfriend, not me)

[asta,]

Finder & Stone

"I make them good girls go bad.
I make them good girls go bad.
Good girls go bad."
~Cobra Starship; 'Good Girls Go Bad'.

He was a charmer. Well built and very good looking. He was the type that could make any fae swoon and he'd done just that. He'd dated every fae his age and over in the pack from the time he was six months old. He was, in a word, a player. He'd been able to get every fae to fall for him. Everyone, that is, except for one. She was gorgeous, but she was also smart. She knew his ways and wouldn't be tricked by his advances. But that would never stop him from trying.

So... I took some inspiration from Cobra Starship's 'Good Girls Go Bad' (♥) when I thought up this idea. I'm not sure if I'll run with this or not, it depends on the feedback I get for it.

'Good Girls Go Bad' belongs to Cobra Starship.
Stone and Finder's story belongs to me.
Lines and Animal Designs belong to Chicken Smoothie.

[~Fallen Angel~]

Captain Samuel Vimes /// Ankh-Morpork

The city wasa, wasa, wasa wossname. Thing. Woman. Thass what it was. Woman. Roaring, ancient, centuries old. Strung you along, let you fall in thingy, love, with her, then kicked you inna, inna, thingy. Thingy, in your mouth. Tongue. Tonsils. Teeth. That's what it, she, did. She wasa... thing, you know, lady dog. Puppy. Hen. Bitch. And then you hated her and, and just when you thought you'd got her, it, out of your, your, whatever, then she opened her great booming rotten heart to you, caught you off your bal, bal, thing. Ance. Yeah. Thassit. Never knew where you stood. Lay. Only thing you were sure of, you couldn't let her go. Because, because she was yours, all you had, even in her gutters...

Haha, Terry Pratchett <3 I used to love those books... haven't read them for ages.

[black swan;;;;;]

Back to the future throwing the hands up
We were going away
She said she would not be soon here
Thought I would chase her, she don't feel the same
And if I don't make a move
I'm sure gonna lose the biggest part of me
So whatever the takes I'm gonna find a way
To get back to her future

"No.You don't understand.I'm an angel.I can't stay here.And I can't fall for a ...sinner." That's all she said.
"But...will I ever see you again?"
"No.I'm here to tell you about your mistakes.Next time the Lord will send another angel.I did my job." She said and disappeared.
I'm not gonna give up.

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Lyrics : Yulia Volkova & Dima Bilan - Back to her future

[seattle]

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree~
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you
~ All I want for Christmas is you, Mariah Carey.

Pepp

xx

Ermint

[~Fallen Angel~]

I sat in a dusty corner of the shop, surrounded by others like me. The season had passed and we were now hidden in the corner, waiting for next Valentine's Day.
Until she came.
She came in to the little ornament shop and examined the resin instruments, the china ballerinas, the glass swans. None of them caught her eye.
Then she glanced towards the back and grinned. Making her way through piles of clutter, she gently pulled me from the shelf and dusted off the cobweb clinging to my tiny wings. "Perfect," she whispered.
She bought me, placed me gently in a cardboard box. I felt movement, a terrible bumping and shuddering that almost cracked me, then a roar as some engine came to life.
After what seemed like an eternity the roar settled to silence. For a moment everything was still, then there was a brief feeling of being lifted and carried. I heard the click of a lock, and I was set down on a surface.
Light entered my box as the girl opened it. She lifted me out and placed me on a shelf, then went about collecting materials. An envelope, parchment, various heart-shaped sweets. She pulled out a pen and wrote on the parchment, then folded it and placed it in the white envelope. Then she proceeded to pack me back in the box, surrounding me with sweets and placing the letter under my hoof.
Once again the lid was closed and darkness surrounded me.


I'll be continuing this :3

[Zeee]

[doing a story. song colour means that this story is in jenna's perspective/view. anthros :P]




jeremy xx jenna
♂ xx ♀

summer after highschool when we first met
we make out in your mustang to radiohead
and on my 18 birthday we got matching tattoos
used to steal your parents liqour and climb to the roof
talk about our future like we had a clue
never planned that one day

i ' d ○ b e ○ l o s i n g ○ y o u . . .

in another life
i would be your girl
we'd keep all our promises
be us against the world
in another life
i would make you stay
so i don't have to say
you were the one that got away

t h e ○ o n e ○ t h a t ○ g o t ○ a w a y


Y o u were the b a d b o y,
I was the n i c e g i r l,
b u t who k n e w,
i ' d be the o n e
m i s s i n g y o u

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The days grew colder indeed. Winter was approaching, my least favourite season. I wore a sweater all the time, but I knew I'd have to start wearing a coat. I sighed, dragging my feet tiredly as I walked home. I wore my bag over my shoulder, and switched shoulders often. Just as I was walking, I realized I had homework, but truthfully; I really didn't want to do it. My eyes were glued to my feet the whole time, and apparently someone elses had been too, because we smacked head-first into eachother. And the best part? I was knocked over by the impact, we had been both on the brink of running. The person wasn't that phased, he stood there with his hand out and a wide grin on his face. I took his hand, smiling myself, and picked myself up with his help. He had his hood up so I couldn't tell who it was. His smile was still wide, and I had a chance to get a look at his eyes. Just by that I could tell exactly who it was.

"Jeremy!" I cried, finally realizing best friend. His smile lay glued on his face; he looked better than ever. I had over looked him that way; he looked... way different. Not the happy child he was before. He took his hood off before, and almost the only thing the same was his eyes (of course) and his main look, and his scars. His hair was a thick, over-the-eye look, and it was rainbow coloured. A spike collar is tightly secured on his neck, while a spike bracelet and small black gloves lay on his wrist and hands. He was wearing the same winter jacket he usually did, even while in summer, but a star had seem to be stitched into the shoulder. But what I really noticed out of all of these, was his scars, even though they had been there basically his whole life.

Jeremy was abused as a child, and we were such great friends that he only ever told me. His mother didn't even know, that her own husband was abusing the child she- apparently not he- loved dearly. She asked him about it, but Jeremy never confessed. He trusted me enough to tell me, and that's a great accomplishment; I felt so sad for him. I've never told anyone, no one at all, but before I did tell him to go to some therapist or something and tell them what's going on, but he refused. He said, "Only you will know! Always!" And, even though I wouldn't tell anyone, he told me not to anyways and was so self-conscious about it that he made me promise basically every minute. Even though Jeremy was abused by his dad, he still loved him, and he never stopped believing that he still loved him. It also didn't help his mother that his dad was drunk all the time. But Jeremy loved him so much, that- this is another thing I have never told anyone- when his father died, he seriously considered suicide. Thankfully I talked him out of it. But he tried it many times; thankfully failing at all. All except for one. But I know what your thinking; How?! He's here right now with you isn't he?! Yes. He is indeed. And looking sadder than ever (also to my thanks he got into seeing a therapist just to keep him out of those thoughts; his mom, who he loved too, died just a few months ago).

What happened with that one? I'll tell you.

When Jeremy died, he was sent back. 'Sent back by God', he'd say. He said that he met god, that he talked with god, and heaven was beautiful. Of course, like many, Jeremy wanted to stay there; but god said it wasn't his time. He said it was hurting too many people to see you go; Jeremy had alot of friends.

But I know, to this day, Jeremy still wishes he was back in heaven.
He always has.