Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[wibeke]

My fav new couple~!<3

The resident bad-boy Dirty Dozen, and the army general Drill. ;D


Both male. ;3

No idea how'd they make pups. BUT IT WILL WORK, WE HAVE THE INTERNET! D:

They look awesome together. ^^

And that last sentence is so incredibly true. xD

[Clowesia]

My fav new couple~!<3

The resident bad-boy Dirty Dozen, and the army general Drill. ;D


Both male. ;3

No idea how'd they make pups. BUT IT WILL WORK, WE HAVE THE INTERNET! D:

They look awesome together. ^^

And that last sentence is so incredibly true. xD

I can just imagine Drill's Camo on Dirty's tattered ears~ ;-------; So cute.

[iBrevity]

Breakeven ♀ xxx Zeus ♂

[a hopefully new-ish look on the cliched pair]

Nobody could understand why we were lovers, but I still remembered the day we met.
His forehead stroked mine and I shivered, but I didn't draw back. Those intense eyes held me like a spiderweb trapping a miniscule fly, and he was not merciless enough to separate our gazes. I swallowed, anxious almost, but when no fear threaded through my eyes he seemed almost... satisified.
As he drew back, I abruptly whimpered, flicking my ears down to the curve of my skull. I figured I had misread his expression, that I had done something wrong and angered him. We had known each other for months at this point, but as he was the sadistic monster that roamed the edges of our territory, and I was the pack leader's daughter. There should have been no relationship between us at all.
"...let me be your darkness." He whispered, and the shudder that passed up my spine startled me. His simple words should not have earned such a reaction from me. I blushed softly, ashamed.
He grinned, a twisted look that curved both sides of his muzzle. I knew I should have been afraid. I knew I should have withdrawn here and turned and run away from the demon halfbreed. I knew I should begin begging for my life at the paws of this immaculate killer.
"No." I replied softly, and for a moment, he seemed both startled and deeply hurt. It faded within seconds. He didn't want me to see his weakness. I stepped forward and licked across his snout; I knew from the look in his eyes that it was the first time anyone had willingly touched him like that.
"Let me be your light."

[FeatherTail]

Breakeven ♀ xxx Zeus ♂

[a hopefully new-ish look on the cliched pair]

Nobody could understand why we were lovers, but I still remembered the day we met.
His forehead stroked mine and I shivered, but I didn't draw back. Those intense eyes held me like a spiderweb trapping a miniscule fly, and he was not merciless enough to separate our gazes. I swallowed, anxious almost, but when no fear threaded through my eyes he seemed almost... satisified.
As he drew back, I abruptly whimpered, flicking my ears down to the curve of my skull. I figured I had misread his expression, that I had done something wrong and angered him. We had known each other for months at this point, but as he was the sadistic monster that roamed the edges of our territory, and I was the pack leader's daughter. There should have been no relationship between us at all.
"...let me be your darkness." He whispered, and the shudder that passed up my spine startled me. His simple words should not have earned such a reaction from me. I blushed softly, ashamed.
He grinned, a twisted look that curved both sides of his muzzle. I knew I should have been afraid. I knew I should have withdrawn here and turned and run away from the demon halfbreed. I knew I should begin begging for my life at the paws of this immaculate killer.
"No." I replied softly, and for a moment, he seemed both startled and deeply hurt. It faded within seconds. He didn't want me to see his weakness. I stepped forward and licked across his snout; I knew from the look in his eyes that it was the first time anyone had willingly touched him like that.
"Let me be your light."

Beautiful. :')

[Queen Vivane]

Dariel the husky african wild dog crossKalia Glass the three tailed she wolf

[BlissfulFarrago]

Jaded Eyes and Miro

I'll write a story later. C:

[Clowesia]

Sherbet and Gladis.
Both females. :3
All the dogs I pick that make good couples always turn out same gender. xD
It's not like I do it on purpose. The ones I pick I just know what their genders are. These two look like females, so they're females. To bad if they're the same gender, they look amazing.

[ZenonZogratis]

Mickey + Corey = Andy

Love Stories Don't Have Happy Endings

He hadn't been fast enough. No matter how fast he'd ran, he still hadn't been fast enough. He slid into the hospital room just in time to hear the machine flatline, to see Mickey's flawless hazel eyes finally slide shut. He had reached the hospital just in time to see the love of his life die.

"No!" he screamed, sprinting the last few feet to Mickey's side. The younger boy's skin was so pale it appeared translucent, his veins a stark contrast against his thin white skin. Those lush, chestnut curls seemed to gleam faintly in the light of the room.

The baby. Where was the. . .

He heard a soft cry from the other side of the room and turned, rubbing the tears out of his eyes so they didn't blur his vision. He could feel his heart breaking in his chest, the jagged tips of the shards stabbing into his lungs, making it hard to breathe. But there, in one of the nurse's arms, was a crying infant. Even from a distance, Corey could tell that the child looked like his lover. His lover, who lay still and silent on the bed, heart no longer beating, lungs no longer drawing in breath. But the baby was alive and upset.

"I'm sorry, sir," the doctor whispered as he gently touched Corey's shoulder. "He lost blood faster than we could replace it. But he wanted me to tell you that he'll always be with you."

Corey nodded mutely as he gazed at the child in the nurse's arms. Wide hazel eyes met his own dark brown ones, both filled with tears that cascaded wantonly down raw, red cheeks. He forced himself to cross the floor and hold out his arms, breath tight in his chest. The baby reached for him at the exact instant he held up his hands, and it was so simple to take that small, warm, trembling body from the nurses's gloved hands. Like he'd practiced for the last nine months, Corey gently cradled the baby in his arms, looking down at his child, his son. Those eyes, Mickey's eyes, were wide and pearled with unfallen tears. Soft curls covered the child's head, the curls that belonged to Mickey even though they were Corey's beaten gold. The boy was taking fluttering breaths, whimpering softly. Afraid.

"He's perfect," the nurse assured him, taking his arm and leading him over to a chair that didn't face Mickey's bed. "Perfect weight, perfect size, and he's been doing so well. We couldn't have hoped for a better child."

"He killed my lover," Corey said coldly, handing the baby back to the nurse without so much as another glance at him.

Immediately, the baby started screaming, reaching for Corey with those tiny white hands, eyes wild and disbelieving, as if he couldn't understand why his father had turned him away. That terror mirrored Mickey's when he'd found out he was pregnant, so perfectly matched in intensity that Corey began to hate the angel-child that had come from his lover's body, that had taken his life.

He turned and moved back to Mickey's bed, taking his lover's cold hand in his and sitting down in a spare chair. He could feel the warmth draining from his lover's body as all that made him the person Corey loved disappeared, ascending to whatever paradise existed for people as pure and sweet as Mickey.

"Corey," a soft voice whispered, and he looked up to see Sarah standing there, her long hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, eyes ringed with shadow. "The baby. You promised Mickey you'd take care of him."

"You take him," Corey snapped, eyes narrowing as he watched the nurse carry the still squalling infant out of the room. "I never want to see him again."

***

He had fallen asleep beside Mickey's bed, hunched over his beloved's hand as he allowed his exhaustion to take him. Now, he woke up and stared down at the boy who had once held his heart.

He had promised Mickey he would take care of the baby no matter what happened, had promised even when the fainting spells had started, when the sickness began and the baby seemed to be slowly wearing Mickey away. He had promised because he was certain he would love his child no matter what. Now he knew better. How could he love the thing that had taken his beloved's life?

"Corey. . ."

He felt his heart flutter as he turned to face the door, meeting the eyes of the apparition before him with undisguised passion. Even in the darkest of times, his love for Mickey had always held through.

The appartion of his lover walked in slowly, bathed in a soft, silver-gold light that made his heart clench in his chest. Mickey looked so beautiful, so at peace, so graceful. . .

"You have to let me go," Mickey whispered, reaching out and brushing his fingers against Corey's beard-roughened jaw with the cool touch of an angel. "You promised me you would take care of our son no matter what happened. He loves you. He'll die without you."

"I. . . I'm sorry," Corey sobbed, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes. "I'll go find him now. I'm so sorry."

"I'll always love you," Mickey whispered. "Always."

"I love you too," Corey whispered, watching as the apparition slowly dissipated in the cool air. The baby. He had to go find his son.

When he finally walked into the hallway, he almost bumped into the nurse he had sent away with his child hours before. She looked vaguely surprised to see him but smiled warmly.

"Are you ready to see him now? He's been up all this time, waiting for you," she said.

Corey nodded mutely and followed her down the hallway to the nursery where the newborns were kept before their parents came for them. His son was laying wide awake and crying softly, rubbing fitfully at his eyes with his tiny fists. Without a word, Corey walked inside and reached down, gently lifting his child into his arms and holding him close. This was Mickey's child, the last piece of him in the world, an angel who looked so much like him it broke Corey's heart.

"I love you," he whispered, dusting kisses over those bright blond curls. "I'll always love you, Andy."

The End

[ShadiSin]

Breakeven ♀ xxx Zeus ♂

[a hopefully new-ish look on the cliched pair]

Nobody could understand why we were lovers, but I still remembered the day we met.
His forehead stroked mine and I shivered, but I didn't draw back. Those intense eyes held me like a spiderweb trapping a miniscule fly, and he was not merciless enough to separate our gazes. I swallowed, anxious almost, but when no fear threaded through my eyes he seemed almost... satisified.
As he drew back, I abruptly whimpered, flicking my ears down to the curve of my skull. I figured I had misread his expression, that I had done something wrong and angered him. We had known each other for months at this point, but as he was the sadistic monster that roamed the edges of our territory, and I was the pack leader's daughter. There should have been no relationship between us at all.
"...let me be your darkness." He whispered, and the shudder that passed up my spine startled me. His simple words should not have earned such a reaction from me. I blushed softly, ashamed.
He grinned, a twisted look that curved both sides of his muzzle. I knew I should have been afraid. I knew I should have withdrawn here and turned and run away from the demon halfbreed. I knew I should begin begging for my life at the paws of this immaculate killer.
"No." I replied softly, and for a moment, he seemed both startled and deeply hurt. It faded within seconds. He didn't want me to see his weakness. I stepped forward and licked across his snout; I knew from the look in his eyes that it was the first time anyone had willingly touched him like that.
"Let me be your light."

Beautiful. :')

Agreed.

<3

[iPawki]

Here's my new pair!:
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Falling Dusk (F) ----------------------------------------- Azura (M)

The story is based off of a riddle/joke. In Azura's point of view.

In this country, the sun never shines. The sun is a legend. All we have is night time. The moon gives us sufficient light.
"Do you love me?" He asks. Woodstock. The one I hate.
"No," I whisper. He pushes me in the river. My breath is cut off my the roaring waves as the deadly water hits me in the face. My eyelids flutter in shock as my intense blue eyes are dulled by the current.
I was dying. Drowning. Couldn't swim. And Woodstock just walks away, as if nothing had happened. I'm ashamed at my stupidity. I should have known better. He's the pack leader. I'm just a loner. He never wanted me. I was just a toy.
A paw comes out, "Give me your hand. I'll save you." I look up and see Noire. The female beta of the pack. She's probably just saving me because she was told to. I shake my head no, letting my soaked fur make a curve over my dark face.
She hisses in annoyance, and I watch her leave. The water tugs at my fur, pulling me down into a whirlpool of darkness. My eyes are bulging with the pain, the color being dulled away.
"Give me your hand," Another voice says. Through my misted eyes, I see another wolf. Riviere, by the look of it. But again I shake my head no as the water finds its way over my shoulders.
"Give me your hand. I can save you," I don't bother to look up. I recognize the voice. It's Woodstock, the leader of the back. His beige fur is shiny and clean, while his white wings flicker with urgency. But I shake my head no, again. I don't want his help. And I'm drowning, falling into this endless pit. But I know that at the bottom, it won't be Wonderland. It'll be the end of my life, the beginning of death. I'm pulled down, my mind spinning with regrets and last thoughts. But then a paw snatches me back up the surface.
"Take my hand," He whispers. As I stare at him in surprise, my breath isn't cut off from the current of the water this time. His two eyes sparkle with real concern, and I'm mesmerized by his gaze. I take his paw. He pulls me up and onto the bank. "Now, we wouldn't want to ruin those pretty eyes, would we?" He murmurs.
I shake my head no, and open my mouth to speak, but he puts a paw to my muzzle. "Shhh," He whispers. "I'm Falling Dusk. They all fear me."
"Why?" I ask him. "Because I'm the one that causes the sun to stay back. I'm Dusk. I've always wanted to see the sun. But I can't, because it's me that holding it back."
As I stare at him, taking in the color of his beautiful eyes, and as I take in his handsome figure, I tell him,

"I'll be your sun."