Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[ZenonZogratis]

I don't think it sounded like yours. Yours. . . the female might have rejected the male, but it wasn't total and complete rejection like it was here. She wasn't overly cruel, either, just as the male wasn't as arrogant and show-offy as he was in Lupen's. The concept may be the same, but the one girl the loved-by-all guy likes that doesn't like him is one of the concepts that is used many times in many different forms.

Oh no I completely see what you're saying, I totally agree with you both, I'm sure it wasn't intentional at all . I'm not trying to make any accusations, I know there are the differences, and I know it's not like the most original idea in the world . But again, there are the uncanny similarities, like the meadow, the forest, the swooning girls ... Alot of the wording is pretty close .

For example, these are my words here;

Roman is stretched out in the meadow, his proud head held high, at least six females crowded around him. He pays no attention to them, not really. He's just watching the trees sway in the breeze, watching the clouds. He loves the attention, but pretends not to care, and that's what the girls like. They strive for his attention, they will do anything for it ... Roman flicked his eyes to the speaker, and winked before turning his gaze back in front of him. She squealed in excitement, so pleased with herself that she didn't know what to do. The girls continued to bicker and speak to him in flirtatious tones, not another word reaching his ears.

And this is from Lupen;

I sat in the grass one sunny day as the females clustered around me, all begging for my attention. I ignored them all and continued to stare at the trees before me with a grim smirk on my face. I loved the sound of she-wolves bickering back and forth over me. I'd turn around and wink once and awhile just to hear their swooned sighs.

It just sounds so similar . I'm not trying to accuse Lupen, I'm just wondering if it was intentional . I'm not flat-out saying "you stole my story," I'm just pointing out how close they are .

This could be for several reasons, and yes, I see what you're saying. It's happened to me before. But, well. . . Okay, they're dogs. It's just kind of set in people's minds that dogs would be outside. That makes sense. A meadow really could have come from anywhere, especially since Twilight made a big deal over a meadow. And swooning? Well, I've made plenty of snide remarks about swooning girls myself. The word used to be sort of old, but it's come back partially because of the jokes and mostly because the older literature is becoming a bit more popular. *shrugs* That's just what I think, anyway.

[ZenonZogratis]

Both seem different enough to me. Writing can be kind of weird like that, oddly similar passages come up accidently without people even trying to copy. Maybe they read it and forgot, but it still got into the story somehow.

That follows the thought of the subconcious mind, sort of. I mean, some people say they don't really think about stories. They just sort of "come out". Well, supposedly, the subconcious mind stores information without you really knowing it. A good way to find out, though, is through dreams. It's a theory that the random information the subconscious mind stores up comes out in dreams. When I myself write, I go off in a dream-like place, where I'm sort of detached from reality. So it is possible that Lupen read your story and sort of remembered it without intending to do so. Does that make sense, Vellamore?

[ZenonZogratis]

What's really funny is I had a romantic story with a meadow as a major setting before Twilight was released. (I love picking random books from the 'new release' shelf.) So, I'd have to say meadows are popular. I mean, look at Bambi.

A meadow sort of dictates peace and seclusion. It's an ideal setting.

[vee.]

This could be for several reasons, and yes, I see what you're saying. It's happened to me before. But, well. . . Okay, they're dogs. It's just kind of set in people's minds that dogs would be outside. That makes sense. A meadow really could have come from anywhere, especially since Twilight made a big deal over a meadow. And swooning? Well, I've made plenty of snide remarks about swooning girls myself. The word used to be sort of old, but it's come back partially because of the jokes and mostly because the older literature is becoming a bit more popular. *shrugs* That's just what I think, anyway.

Yes, I understand, I totally agree with what you're saying, and againn, I'm noooot accusing anyone, and again, I'm just pointing out how similar it is, and again, I'm sure it's not intentional .

[ZenonZogratis]

This could be for several reasons, and yes, I see what you're saying. It's happened to me before. But, well. . . Okay, they're dogs. It's just kind of set in people's minds that dogs would be outside. That makes sense. A meadow really could have come from anywhere, especially since Twilight made a big deal over a meadow. And swooning? Well, I've made plenty of snide remarks about swooning girls myself. The word used to be sort of old, but it's come back partially because of the jokes and mostly because the older literature is becoming a bit more popular. *shrugs* That's just what I think, anyway.

Yes, I understand, I totally agree with what you're saying, and againn, I'm noooot accusing anyone, and again, I'm just pointing out how similar it is, and again, I'm sure it's not intentional .

I didn't say you were, did I?

[AlbertaBound]

We know Vellamore...it's all good. *passes around cookies*

On topic...


These look like a cute pair to me. ^^

[iBrevity]

Chrome [God of Black and White] ♂ and Omen ♀


Something had happened to his eyes.
Since the day he had been born, a mere mortal, Chrome had been different. Over childhood, his eyes had slowly changed colors until they were opposites; matched to notihng, unbalancing his senses. Eventually, his sense of color leeched away. He roamed the forests without seeing the green, admired the cloudless sky without seeing the blue.
When he was offered godliness, the title of the God of Black and White, he had his moments of hesitation. Why should he be celebrated for a fault that had always grounded him? Without the vision of color, his life slushed by, dull and boring.
He ended up accepting the gift though, as perhaps a sense of pride won out. His question changed course; why should he not be celebrated? He was summoned to the Gate of the Gods to await his promotion.

And that was the day he met her.
It was on his ceremony, the cultural taste that would bring him into the tier of gods. He stood waiting before the yawning mouth of their gate, fidgeting with nerves, waiting tastelessly for the doors to swing open. Once he stepped in, he could never come back.
The rustle of tall stems of grass behind him made him pause and he pricked his ears, confused at the intrusion. This was sacred territory. The only strangers who walked here were the priests and priestesses of the local lands, and since it was nearing the wicked omen of midnight, he could not fathom why a religious representive would be out here.
So when the witch walked out of the meadow that surrounded the location, he blinked, startled. Feathers dangled at her smooth throat and exotic, swirled designs crossed over her shoulders and flanks. She carried a smoking potion in her delicate mouth and approached the alter where she dropped it. Soft, foreign words flowed out of her slender muzzle and he stared at her, caught off guard.

When the moonlight glittered off her pelt, he could see the faintest glimmer of color. He started, muscles tensing and she turned and sensed him, eyes widening. The shaman turned around and flew back into the forest and just as Chrome moved to chase after her, the gates opened. A booming voice dropped like a heavy shawl across his back. "Step in, young god."
He stood on the threshold and looked into the night, reflecting the colorless shades he saw in his gaze. The witch had vanished, and his heart tightened. As he turned to disappear into the other realm, he promised to himself that sometime, somewhere, he would find once again the fabled colored wolf.

[gleebees]

Chrome [God of Black and White] ♂ and Omen ♀


Something had happened to his eyes.
Since the day he had been born, a mere mortal, Chrome had been different. Over childhood, his eyes had slowly changed colors until they were opposites; matched to notihng, unbalancing his senses. Eventually, his sense of color leeched away. He roamed the forests without seeing the green, admired the cloudless sky without seeing the blue.
When he was offered godliness, the title of the God of Black and White, he had his moments of hesitation. Why should he be celebrated for a fault that had always grounded him? Without the vision of color, his moment slushed by, dull and boring.

And that was the day he met her.
It was on his ceremony, the cultural taste that would bring him into the tier of gods. He stood waitig before the yawning mouth of their gate, fidgeting with nerves, waiting tastelessly for the doors to swing open. Once he stepped in, he could never come back.
The rustle of tall stems of grass behind him made him pause and he pricked his ears, confused at the intrusion. This was sacred territory. The only strangers who walked here were the priests and priestesses of the local lands, and since it was nearing the wicked omen of midnight, he could not fathom why a religious representive would be out here.
So when the witch walked out of the meadow that surrounded the location, he blinked, startled. Feathers dangled at her smooth throat and exotic, swirled designs crossed over her shoulders and flanks. She carried a smoking potion in her delicate mouth and approached the alter where she dropped it. Soft, foreign words flowed out of her slender muzzle and he stared at her, caught off guard.

When the moonlight glittered off her pelt, he could see the faintest glimmer of color. He started, muscles tensing and she turned and sensed him, eyes widening. The shaman turned around and flew back into the forest and just as Chrome moved to chase after her, the gates opened. A booming voice dropped like a heavy shawl across his back. "Step in, young god."
He stood on the threshold and looked into the night, rebounding the colorless shades in his gaze. The witch had vanished, and his heart tightened. As he turned to disappear into the other realm, he promised to himself that sometime, somewhere, he would find the colored wolf.

Meowww

Awesomesauce story <3

[gleebees]

Now I shall 'bless' this page with my terrible style of writing XD

Pixie ♀ and Bumble Bee ♂

She is the pure esscense of beauty.
I met her only a few days ago. I was fluttering about in the sky, close to a large patch of flowers in my neighbour's garden. He didnt mind me sucking the nectar from his flowers, so long as I left some for his 'friend'.
Now I knew why.

Almost as soon as I was leaving, she came fluttering by, happily humming a tune. Her beige colored coat shined in the afternoon sunlight, and she had small, dainty pink paws. A pink line ran across her lithe, feminine shape and across her beautifly shaped head. She wore a flowery crown that almost completely covered her beautiful golden-white ears. She had thin wings, that of a dragonfly's. She was just.... undescribibly beautiful.
My jaw dropped almost as she passed me. I blinked then rubbed my eyes with one of my dark brown paws, making sure what I saw wasnt just an illusion in the heat of mid-day.

She wasnt.
I saw her now, laying inside a red rose, her glossy pelt getting covered in pollen.
'She must be a pollenator....' I thought to myself, looking at my yellow, black-striped fur. 'I must seem like a mess....' I thought to myself with a quiet laugh.
I gently glided over. "Excuse me, Ma'am..." I whispered, barely loud enough for the delicate ears to hear.

She must have heard, because he looked up from where she was curled up, her face covered cutely with the yellow beads of pollen. "Yes?" She asked. Even her voice was beautiful. It was just perfect.

Now that I got a good look at her eyes, I saw that they were a pretty yellow color. Mine were brown, like my striped pelt. She giggled when I didnt answer her right away. "Are you alright?" She asked me gently, blinking slowly.

I felt my heart stop, and I smiled unknowingly. "May I ask you, what is your name?"

"Pixie." She replied, smiling back.

Well, I may write more on these two. So keep on the lookout <3

Bear in mind, Bumble Bee's friend is a human, and they are about the size of those small, common yellow butterflies you find around in Oklahoma. So, the flowers are probably huge to them.

[iPawki]

Messenger --------------------------- Duodecima (Dewey)

She sat there, her pale eyes reflecting the warm light of the sun. She was the snow, the beauty of this sunny day. Her voice was perfect, a shy, calm breeze on a soothing morning. And the way she would yawn, her eyes twinkling as she drew her mouth back into a certain position that made her even more beautiful. I could spend hours just watching her, curled up as her beauty drifted past me.
I took a step forward. My dark fur was a huge contrast to hers. It was dull and dark. Unrealistic. My bloodshot eyes look out at her, a perfect illusion.
She was the light. I was a shadow.
I watch as a dragonfly flutters past, right in the daylight. It's a golden dragonfly, with a brilliant blue stretched across its back.
She giggles. Oh that laugh. How I treasured it. I don't know what to say, as I stare at her, spellbound. She stares back. And smiles. I melt at that smile, that perfect smile dancing on her face. It wasn't a big smile, just the ends of her mouth twitching and lifted in acknowledgment. I stare at my paws, silent, unsure. Uncertainty pounds in my heart. My soul flutters in excitement, but I'm not sure what to do. I fidget softly as she walks towards me. "May I ask for your name?" She whispers in my ear. The sound flows in, and I shiver softly. A perfect breeze running through my mind. I take a few seconds to process the question.

"Messenger," I finally reply, returning a soft smile.
"Duodecima," She whispered. "But you can call me Dewey."
And this? This is how I met her.



I'll continue it later. XD