Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[Lupen]

Target of Attention (Target) and Toxic Waste (Tox)


About the whole similarity thing between Vellamore and I's story. I hadn't even read it until she linked it. As others have mentioned, meadows are popular scenes, but I didn't even call it a meadow, I said a clearing. Just a small area in the middle of the forest they live in. Though there are similarities, theres also a lot of differences.

Obviously, different dogs and names. In my story, they meet in a forest, where in Vellamore's story they meet in a meadow. Tox is more rude than Minny, at least Minny agreed to see Roman the next morning... but Target is more full-of-himself as well.

I can't help but like to write about show-offy males, and I love girls who are a little mean sometimes too. I can't help but write about it. I like it where the girl and/or guy plays hard to get, etc. Its also pretty common for guys to flirt, ya know - as in winking, etc.
Another thing is that my story is written as if Target is the one telling the story (1st Person) where Vellamore's is in 3rd person.

Hope all of that made sense lol. We worked it out in PMs, no hard feelings. Just letting you all know it wasn't intentional.

Anyways, decided to write some more. Hope it sounds alright.

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Chapter one: viewtopic.php?f=20&t=15797&start=2610


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I couldn't stop thinking about that she-wolf. The female with the striking, neon-green eyes... and that attitude of hers... it should of made me angry, but why wasn't I angry? I instead was acting like the she-wolves back in the clearing... I was like a lovesick puppy... I couldn't stop thinking about her. That was strange, 'specially for me. I was supposed to be the bad boy, the show-off, I suppose to act tough as all the girls crowd around me and act like I don't love no one. But here I was, lying on a large rock in the middle of the silent forest, thinking about nothing but that girl. The one girl that wasn't thinking about me, when I was thinking of her.

I snarled as my claws dug into the rock and my tails swished back and forth, I was clearly frustrated. God, I hated myself. Why couldn't I like one of the girls back in the clearing that couldn't keep their paws off of me? Instead I go for the one that hates me, despises me even. I saw the fury in her eyes as I cut her off, pure hatred.

I shook my head, slowly standing up and hopping off the rock. I continued through the forest, heading towards the sound of water, I had been thinking about that girl so much that I didn't realize how thirsty I was. My throat hurt, it was so dry - it felt like sandpaper. Once I reached the small creek that ran through the forest I quicky gulped down the water, sighing in relief as my throat instantly stopped hurting, I could swallow now... I looked down and saw my reflection. I snarled. I was beautiful, wasn't that enough for her? Apparently not. I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that there was a girl out there that didn't like me.

Once I gulped down about a gallon, I swam to the other side, shook off, and walked further into the forest. Yeah... I don't look like one that would take strolls through the forest, but the truth is I do quite often... It's nice to just be in... silence. Away from the bickering, swoon she-wolves back in the clearing...

I walked for about fifteen minutes before abruptly stopping as a familiar scent flooded my nose. I recognized it instantly. Green eyes. I looked around, and not seeing her I lifted my head and took a deep breath of the scent. I then followed it, finding her after a bit. She was lying on a rock, much like the one I was on earlier, staring at the trunk of the tree in front of her blankly. I watched from afar, about twenty or so yards away, studying her better. She had long, green hair - slightly darker than the green of her markings and eyes - that covered up half of her face. She wore green striped socks on her forelegs as well as a green spiked collar much like my own red spiked collar. She had a skull-shaped marking on her hip. Everything about her facsinated me. She didn't wear pink bracelets, or golden earrings... and her claws werent painted red like the others. It was her eyes though, her neon-green eyes...

I was in such a daze I didn't notice that she was staring straight at me with a furious scowl on her face. My eyes widened, but quickly narrowed. I tried to act cool as I strutted towards her, my head held high and my tails gently brushing the ground behind me, "Hello, babe." I grinned mischeiviously. She snarled, "What, are you following me now?" She hissed through bared teeth.

I wish I learned earlier that she hated me being a show-off... I should of been more of a "gentle-wolf" from the start... that didn't happen till later though. I was dilusional then... I was always around she-wolves who loved my attitude, that full-of-myself attitude. I forgot that this girl was different.

[acuteLethologica]

and
I think them together could have some awesome designs. XD

[sabbetin]

Darkest Cloud ♂ xxx Powdery ♀

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When I saw his blue eyes
there was no way back

When I accidentally touched his soft fur
the only thing that came to my mind was
that I wanna sleep on it

It felt like my eyes were opened
I never saw the truth like I see it now

I never paid my attention to you
now it's all yours.

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Sorry, this was quite short :o
it's about my feelings actually.

and Lupen the wolf, that story was amazing.

[mmmcoffee]

Thalestris (F) + Caela Nivea (F)

And their daughter, Caelestris:

[vee.]

@Brev;
Another great story:) Great idea ;D

@Lupen;
I'm really sorry about all that, still xD I'm just too paranoid . I do like your story- though our characters share a concept, it's pretty cool to see that their personalities are so different despite it d:

@Tawnypaw;
Awhh noo it's not terrible, it's cute ! I love that bumblebee butterwolf, and the story's adorable:)

@Daydreamer;
Awhh a cute little shy guy:) Adorable story !!

@LotusTwister;
Ooohh ... I totally agree ! I bet they'd be just tooo beautiful haha d:

@September;
Awhhh how sweet:) <3 When you said 'soft fur,' it actually made me decide that dog seriously has soft fur; I'll probably always think of it that way now xD

[katherinealka]

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/accounts ... pid=511853 <3
Stardust and Swifty are officially married with one baby girl, Scarlet(:

[Hyaenidae]

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Temesis . X . Sanaa

I am the bad omen.
They had a word for dogs like me. Melanistic. Too much darkness.
Dogs like me find it hard to survive past puphood. We stand out against the Savannah.
But more than that, we are also hounded for our dark pelts. Most of the ones run away as pups and get eaten.
We are the opposite of the ones with abinism or leucism. They are praised, considered almost Gods.
I am the oucast.
They try to just ignore me. Pretend like I'm not there.
Except for Sanaa. She is the most beatuiful being in the world. The object of my affection.
She is the only one who does not completely reject me. We are best friends all the way. I'm too scared to tell her what I think of her.
So here I wait. On the same rock as every other night.

I am the light.
The elders told me of my story. A female wandered into this pack pack one day. She never uttered a name, no identity. She had climbed those mountains to get away from the Other packs. She worked too hard, and went into premature labor. I was one of the four pups. She could only survive by herself, just barely at that. They offered to take care of us, and she gave her blessing and left again. Two of my siblings left, one was a spell-caster, sho decided to like in the mountains. The other was a glow-eye. He lived in an open space, where others joined him and he formed a pack of the seers.
I am nothing special.
I am just a she-wolf that likes to keep the peace. It disappoints me that everyone is so unaccepting of Temesis. He is more than a friend to me. I am in love with him.
I am in love with every one of his markings. Every one of the pieces of fur on his body. Every facet of his personality. Being with him is the moment of the day I always look forward to.
But of course we cannot meet and talk in front of the others. We must talk in secret. We sneak off to the rocks near on the mountain side.
He is the only one I will ever love. We are the best of friends, and we always will be. I'm too scared to tell him what I think if him.

[iPawki]

Lol Skye, I said "I am the shadow. She is the light." That's funny. XD o.O That's gooood.

[vee.]

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Temesis . X . Sanaa

I am the bad omen.
They had a word for dogs like me. Melanistic. Too much darkness.
Dogs like me find it hard to survive past puphood. We stand out against the Savannah.
But more than that, we are also hounded for our dark pelts. Most of the ones run away as pups and get eaten.
We are the opposite of the ones with abinism or leucism. They are praised, considered almost Gods.
I am the oucast.
They try to just ignore me. Pretend like I'm not there.
Except for Sanaa. She is the most beatuiful being in the world. The object of my affection.
She is the only one who does not completely reject me. We are best friends all the way. I'm too scared to tell her what I think of her.
So here I wait. On the same rock as every other night.

I am the light.
The elders told me of my story. A female wandered into this pack pack one day. She never uttered a name, no identity. She had climbed those mountains to get away from the Other packs. She worked too hard, and went into premature labor. I was one of the four pups. She could only survive by herself, just barely at that. They offered to take care of us, and she gave her blessing and left again. Two of my siblings left, one was a spell-caster, sho decided to like in the mountains. The other was a glow-eye. He lived in an open space, where others joined him and he formed a pack of the seers.
I am nothing special.
I am just a she-wolf that likes to keep the peace. It disappoints me that everyone is so unaccepting of Temesis. He is more than a friend to me. I am in love with him.
I am in love with every one of his markings. Every one of the pieces of fur on his body. Every facet of his personality. Being with him is the moment of the day I always look forward to.
But of course we cannot meet and talk in front of the others. We must talk in secret. We sneak off to the rocks near on the mountain side.
He is the only one I will ever love. We are the best of friends, and we always will be. I'm too scared to tell him what I think if him.

cute cute cute cute cute :DD

[vee.]

Attrezzi Dorata and Spectrum

link to chapter one .
link to chapter two .
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When I meet with Vietato, I explain to him about the obnoxious guard keeping me from getting into the room, about how aggravating it is, trying to get past her. The whole time, he has a curious smirk on his face; I've known him long enough to be aware that he's suspicious about something.

"What, Vie, what's that face all about ?" I question him with a sigh.

He grins, displaying his fangs. "Oh... I think you know Specs." He winks at me, then chants softly, "Someone's got the hots for miss golden-gears..."

I snort, rolling my eyes. "She's a complete psychopath, Vie. Come on." I look around, twitching my tail in impatience. I can't stay long. "Look, I've gotta take off, just ... don't go far, in case I need backup, alright ?"

As I get up to leave, Vietato murmurs, "Dunno why you don't just kill the dame and get on with it .. Save you a whole lotta time, that would ..." But I ignore him, bolting off into the darkness. The cool night air feels good; it's hot out in the plains, but that's where I'm most comfortable, where I blend in, where I can be alone to think.

As I race toward the hills, Vietato's words echo through my head. What if he's right ? What if I've got some sort of soft spot for this femme without even realizing it ? If I had to kill her, could I ? What if I decide I can't, and then I have to send Grandine and Vietato to finish the mission for me ? Then they'll kill her, and I'll have failed a mission, and my status will drop back to where it was before. These thoughts terrourize me; I press myself faster, sprinting away, faster than the questions can follow, masking the agony with adrenaline.

An assassin's life is never simple.

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When I reach the towers, I do not stop, I continue on, trotting silently through the halls, stepping carefully so my claws will not click on the tile. Anxiety fills me, distresses me, hurries me; I do not know how far Vietato followed, if he followed at all, and I want to reach the king's doors before anyone else, though I don't understand what compels me to feel this way.

The female is still here, and when she sees me, she flinches in surprise. Her ears go back, her tail goes down between her haunches, and her lavender eyes pop out in fright. This, however, is quickly replaced with a slight irritation.

"Goodness." She narrows her eyes at me, taking a few soft steps forward. "I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow night," she grumbles, a scowl on her face.

"Awh, come on, golden-gears, you weren't missing me yet ?" I tease. Desperately, I try to hide my relief with mischieviousness, only praying distraction does not betray me. Surveying the scene, I flick my gaze back around the corner the way I came, ears perked intently. Then, I pad toward the stained-glass window and peer out, searching for signs of the olive-green pelt in the shadows.

My heart skips a beat.

Vietato is here.

I spin around, my eyes wide with shock. The female is looking at me curiously, her head pulled back in suspicion.

"What are you looking for ?" she demands softly.

For a few moments, I stare back at her blankly, struggling with my inner turmoil. If I do this, everything I've worked for in my life will be over, gone, forever. I set my lips in a thin line, then I hang my head and sigh.

"My name is Spectrum," I begin morosely. "I am part of a group of assassins- well, I was until right now. Our current operation is to take over these towers, and my mission is to do the dirty work, to take out the king so our operatives can move in. My instructions are to dispose of anything and anyone in my way." I look up at her, and I see that there is fear in her eyes, in her posture. "My buddy, Vietato, is outside right now, looking for a way to get in. I called him here for backup."

Her eyes well up, and her face is tormented with different variations of fear, pain, and grief. "Why are you telling me all this ?"

"Because ... I ... I can't let him murder you. I'm going to get you out of here, as fast as I can."

She locks her gaze on mine, trying to see through them, trying to understand. After an agonizing silence, she whispers, "I don't want to die." She lowers her gaze. "My name is Attrezzi Dorata. It means golden-gears."

Last part to this story:) yay !!