Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[Yamanaka Shin]

Also...the existing CS Horse pair seems like it would be hard to write for...

[Desmond]

It would be nice to have a list, now that you mention it >.<*

But yeah...I want to see your writing for the 1st Rat pair!

viewtopic.php?f=20&t=26561 ;)

And I agree about you guys being official writers. Though I can understand where others would like to write their own.

[Yamanaka Shin]

Oh shaz...I forgot 3B was such a good writer >.<*

[wibeke]

It would actually be pretty hard to choose writers for it. While iBrevity and Vellamore are amazing, they're not the only good writers on CS and so it might be just a bit unfair.
I like the way we have it now though, having everyone's stories and ideas on one big, unofficial thread.

[vee.]

I just like having people who appreciate my writing x3
This thread really is a great idea . Maybe Brev and I could just do 2nd gen pairing stories for fun anyway:)

[iBrevity]

Pan ♂ xxx Keri ♀

[written as anthro]

The bar was busy tonight.
His fingers drummed against the polished wood in the perfect anticipation he experienced every night; the rag that he clutched swiped neat circles over the shining material. Every time a patron got his attention, the young Irish man would slug a drink down their way, having perfected long ago the art of sliding a full shot glass.
The loud noises coming from downstairs every time the door was gaped open made his pulse light up. He hated being so near the basement but no amount of complaining could get his boss Avarice to budge on where the bar was set up. He was supposedly the serving man of the more high priority customers, as his stock up here was much more expensive and reclusive. Some expensively dressed stranger ordered a kind of wine furnished back in the 1800's and Pan didn't even blink as he sent it his way.
His pale green eyes swept the room again and just as he was about to turn back to finding a cleaner rag for his repetitive, cooling motion, he saw her.
The woman walked through the room as though there was nobody there. Entirely, impossibly professional, she held a clipboard to her chest and absently tucked a slice of hair behind her flopped ears. A pen glittered there, perching, and she slid it out to make some sort of mark. When she noticed that Pan was watching her, she cocked a brow as though in mere challenge, pausing momentarily.
He instantly shrank beneath her penetrating glare and quickly looked away, a blush rising on his soft cheeks. It was mutiny to speak to the young woman; she was practically owned by Avarice and could not be touched, let alone conversed with without treading on dangerous territory.
Her ringing laugh sent prickles up his spine and, embarrassed, he glanced at her. She lifted a dainty hand and waved at him, winking. Pan practically died but was distracted when some angry patron roared his name; by the time he had gotten the great oaf of a man served and settled down once again, Keri was gone.
Pan sighed, setting his elbows on the soft wood and cradling his chin there. The woman was serenely beautiful; even if she had not been working with Avarice, she would not be interested in a lowly bartender such as he. Rubbing his scruffy beard, Pan rubbed a hand through his hair and stood up, pushing her from his mind.
Across the room, tucked into the corner with her boss, Keri was looking over Avarice's gold shoulder to the Irish bartender. She was only halfway listening to her employer; her soft maroon eyes glittered in a certain sort of mischief as a scheme began forming in her mind.
This would be fun.

[iPawki]

Pan ♂ xxx Keri ♀

[written as anthro]

The bar was busy tonight.
His fingers drummed against the polished wood in the perfect anticipation he experienced every night; the rag that he clutched swiped neat circles over the shining material. Every time a patron got his attention, the young Irish man would slug a drink down their way, having perfected long ago the art of sliding a full shot glass.
The loud noises coming from downstairs every time the door was gaped open made his pulse light up. He hated being so near the basement but no amount of complaining could get his boss Avarice to budge on where the bar was set up. He was supposedly the serving man of the more high priority customers, as his stock up here was much more expensive and reclusive. Some expensively dressed stranger ordered a kind of wine furnished back in the 1800's and Pan didn't even blink as he sent it his way.
His pale green eyes swept the room again and just as he was about to turn back to finding a cleaner rag for his repetitive, cooling motion, he saw her.
The woman walked through the room as though there was nobody there. Entirely, impossibly professional, she held a clipboard to her chest and absently tucked a slice of hair behind her flopped ears. A pen glittered there, perching, and she slid it out to make some sort of mark. When she noticed that Pan was watching her, she cocked a brow as though in mere challenge, pausing momentarily.
He instantly shrank beneath her penetrating glare and quickly looked away, a blush rising on his soft cheeks. It was mutiny to speak to the young woman; she was practically owned by Avarice and could not be touched, let alone conversed with without treading on dangerous territory.
Her ringing laugh sent prickles up his spine and, embarrassed, he glanced at her. She lifted a dainty hand and waved at him, winking. Pan practically died but was distracted when some angry patron roared his name; by the time he had gotten the great oaf of a man served and settled down once again, Keri was gone.
Pan sighed, setting his elbows on the soft wood and cradling his chin there. The woman was serenely beautiful; even if she had not been working with Avarice, she would not be interested in a lowly bartender such as he. Rubbing his scruffy beard, Pan rubbed a hand through his hair and stood up, pushing her from his mind.
Across the room, tucked into the corner with her boss, Keri was looking over Avarice's gold shoulder to the Irish bartender. She was only halfway listening to her employer; her soft maroon eyes glittered in a certain sort of mischief as a scheme began forming in her mind.
This would be fun.

I love it! Love the pair, love the story. xD

[vee.]

Agreed . I like that the bartender is Irish, for some reason xD Also, I bet Keri would actually make a really pretty anthro:) Great job, Brev, I hope we hear more from these guys !

[iPawki]

I also like how Pan is also the satyr in Greek Mythology, of nature.

[iBrevity]

@Daydreamer
Lawl, that's where I got his name. xDD I love satyrs. <3 And thanks for the compliment. ;3

@Vellamore
I might, although my Joker Avarice doesn't appreciate the suggestion, harhar. xDD Keri is supposed to be his woman, not his bartender's.


I may be bringing in some more couples shortly; I'm doing some much-needed sorting right now so more couples [yay!]. ;3