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Affliction and Dolcemente

part one .

We remain on the streambank in silence for a while, just watching each other. It has been so long since I have been this close to another living creature of any species, and it's definitely nerve-wracking for me. I'm not sure what to do. I stare into her eyes, like a pair of perfectly sculpted ice cubes stuck in the centre of her face, boring into me. My gaze moves down her thick, dusty-brown coat. I examine the intricate patterns like carvings in a cave wall, the feathers braided in along her spine as if she were some sort of goddess of the sky. She is such a soft, delicate little thing, so dainty and helpless.

And I can't help but wonder, what does she see when she looks at me ? The deadly ice shards that make up my pelt, poised like the quills on a porcupine, prepared to strike at any provocation, or without any reason at all. The jagged streaks of frigid blue that cling to my back, the only solid part of my body, like thin chunks of frozen armour along my spine and ribs. Does a wave of fear wash over her when she looks into my intense, pupilless turquoise eyes ? Does a shiver of intuition crawl down her spine when she leans sideways to get a better look at the long, thin spears that are my tail ? And the sound when I move, the distinct clatter of glass against glass, the sound ice makes against itself, does it strike her nerves with an uncomfortable chill ?

"What's it like?" She blurts out. I flinch, not prepared for her sudden burst, and she blushes, lowering her head and flattening her ears against her skull. She continues in a meek voice. "Sorry, Flic. The ... your fur, I mean. What's it ... feel like ?"

I swallow, sitting back on my haunches. The gears turn in my mind as I look down at myself. "Cold," I murmur, finding no better description.

She smiles wide, and manages to subdue a laugh. "You're funny." She takes a step closer to me, then pauses, looking up to check if this is okay with me. Dolce leans closer, peering at my chest, wanting a better idea of how my body is built, of what it is that's so dangerous and shamed by the others of her village.

"Careful," I remind her automatically, stiffening all my muscles so I don't jerk too close by accident. Her shadowed muzzle is just inches from me now, studying the frozen spikes that cover my skin. It worries me slightly. What if the fur on her face isn't thick enough to protect her from my lethal fur ? Still lost in her captivation, she looks up at me, and asks lightly, "Can I ... touch them ?"

I set my mouth into a thin line. It's already been proven safe, but ... I just couldn't bear hurting someone again, the way I used to. With a heavy sigh, I finally nod. "Just ... be careful. I don't want to burn you."

Taking a deep breath, Dolce stands, and pads close to me, standing just beside me. Even more vigilant than before, she reaches out, slowly resting it against my shoulder, just enough that the tips of my fur make contact with her toes. She tentatively brushes her paw down my forearm, making full contact, even touching my skin at one point. I gasp at the strange new sensation, and she jerks away, taking a few steps back, making herself look very small.

"Ah, sorry, I'm sorry," I whisper, still trying to collect myself. "That just felt so ... so incredibly odd. Are you hurt ?"

"No, no it's just ... cold. Like goosebumps."

I furrow my brow. Goosebumps ? I've never heard the term, but I decide not to ask. Our experiences together are awkward enough.

Dolce sits back down, appraising her paw. Where her fur touched mine, it stands up on end, similar to how one's hackles would raise. Then, her bright glacial eyes snap back up at me. "What did it feel like ?"

Ah, right, my arm... I look down at it, as the sensation begins to fade. "I .. I don't know how to describe it ... I feel ... it's ... warm, I think. Prickly, like being stuck by pine needles ... I've never felt anything like that before."

She smiles at me. "Those are called goosebumps, Flic," she informs me. Embarrassed, I blush, feeling incredibly stupid, then feeling incredibly shy. "What is it ?" she asks, a sweet smile on her face.

I cast my eyes down, feeling the redness in my face. "It felt nice."

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Gosh, you guys ! I had this all typed up about an hour ago, and then my computer skipped out on me and I lost the whole thing ;_; I'm so glad I could remember it all to retype it !
Hope you guys are still enjoying this story ... I'm just so glad I found someone for my beloved Affliction x3

Keep writing, please? It's so awesome <3

Awwhh, you really like it that much ? x3
As long as there's someone to read it, I'll keep it going:)

[iBrevity]

Keep writing, please? It's so awesome <3

Awwhh, you really like it that much ? x3
As long as there's someone to read it, I'll keep it going:)

I love this story. <3
Keep writing with them. xD

[MC mango]

Reno and Brownie

I'm not good at pairs... >.<

Wow... I read those stories while typing; they're all so beautiful, so amazing, wow!

I... I'm not real good at stories... does anyone want me to try?

[Pugnacious!]

Reno and Brownie

I'm not good at pairs... >.<

Wow... I read those stories while typing; they're all so beautiful, so amazing, wow!

I... I'm not real good at stories... does anyone want me to try?

You can if you want to, but if you don't want to/can't think of anything that's fine too.

[MC mango]

I'm just not good; I don't think I will... I'm horrible at writing stories...

[Solfeggio]

i suck at making pairs...like this month, my new pair, no comments...i also suck at stories D:

Just because no one comments doesn't mean we don't like it n_n
When I don't have a story for my pairs yet I just post them up here so I don't forget who's with who, even without a story XDD;

[BlissfulFarrago]

This thread would be horribly spammed if everyone posted about every pair they liked. x3

@Vellamore: Yes, I like them. C:

[Selcouth]

And it doesn't matter how good you are at it; if you like writing, then write! ^^ My writing is far from perfect, but I like to post it, anyway. And it helps me keep track of all my characters.

@Vellamore: Aww~ They are so cute! :D I, too, would like to see more of them. Affliction's fur is a really unique idea, and Dolcemente is so sweet.

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I was hit with a random bit of inspiration, bear with me. :3"
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Zahrah [♀] && Ziya [♂]

Kaki [♂] && Devaraja [♂]
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If one where to look in the window of the Royal Kaki's rooms this one particular afternoon, they would see something of a normal sight. The blind Royal was settled back onto several large pillows, sipping fine wine from a shallow saucer, eyes closed. His robes where loose and pooled around his sitting form in a somewhat undignified manner, loosened in a feeble attempt to lessen the afternoon heat.

His Fae sat in her small, golden bird cage next to him. She was fairing no better than her master- who had allowed the small Fae to remove a few of her outer robes earlier that evening, though it did not help too much in the end. Her cage was raised a few good feat off the floor, and her body was simply not made for extreme heat such as this. Her master had taken pity on his poor Fae, though, and allowed her a small saucer of the chilled wine to drink from, and a large leaf to fan herself with. She was using neither now, instead sitting quite restlessly atop her discarded robes, fidgeting and glancing towards the door, waiting, expectant.

The sun had bathed the room in an orange glow by the time the thick curtains moved aside, announcing the presence of their expected guest. A familiar foreign man stepped into the room, the golden light tanning his exotic features in a warm bronze, pointed ears {The sun glimmered off of his single earring, plain silver but with a strange air about it}, fair face and dark gray hair streaked lightly with orange. The man was the Royal's favored dancer and servant, a man of half-Fae blood and mysterious background. He smiled a soft smile when the Royal immediately perked up. A few light, whispering footsteps carried him across the room. Kaki lifted his hand to the man, as he did every night, and the foreigner grasped it with his own, happily falling into the Royal's lap and helping himself to some of the fine chilled wine.

The Royal's Fae, on the other hand, was not so pleased. When it was clear that the dancer had forgotten to notice her, she stood and lightly tapped a bar of her cage, whispering a few words to the man in their native language. The two masters startled, blinked, and the foreigner looked up at her with a sheepish grin and a nervous laugh. She smiled sweetly.

The two men exchanged words for a moment- the Fae could only understand about half of it, as she never bothered to learn their language- before the dancer stood and coughed, embarrassed. He smiled at her and whistled, soft and low. A new yet familiar and much adored Fae emerged from the folds of the dancer's robes, who then proceeded to yell at his master in the odd tongue of the palace. The master just shrugged it off with a laugh and unlocked the smaller Fae's cage. She tackled the foreigner's Fae, who was in mid-rant, with a crushing hug that left him blushing and stuttering. The dancer laughed, the Royal scoffed and tugged lightly on the dancer's robes, calling him back. The foreigner dismissed the two Fae with a wave of his hand and a few short words in their native language.

The Royal's Fae grinned, kissed the dancer on the cheek lightly, before dragging her startled friend down the hall with her- her wings beating softly and his buzzing loudly. The dancer and the Royal shared a soft smile as they watched the two Fae disappear around a corner.

The sun cast a dull orange over the land- on the room of the Royal and dancer, on the two Fae playing in a garden fountain, on the beautiful and strange plants that grew around them, and on the intricate architecture of the grand palace. The heat had simmered down to a much more pleasant warmth as evening closed in, and the sky donned the lusty colors of sunset, purple, pink, and golden.
Yes- it was not an unusual evening in the Zunairah palace; But it was a peaceful one.
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In case you got a little lost, Zahrah is Kaki's {The Royal's} Fae, Devaraja is the foreigner/dancer/servant, and Ziya is his Fae. Aside from Kaki, I didn't mention any names, so... Sorry if I confused you a bit. ^^;; I wanted to see if I could do a story without any real dialogue; I think I got it pretty well. :3 Tell me what you think!

[Starlessnight]

Pet's name: May 19th 1990 Pet's name: July 22, 1991

These two pets I paired together because they have my boyfriend's sign and my sign. Our birth dates are the names of the pets but I like to call them Heather(Taurus) and Seth(Cancer). Seth has an Irish and English heritage so I dressed him up accordingly and my family heritage is Scottish but there weren't any accessories for it so I just put my favourtie colours (balloons) and my favourite animal (horse).

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Thanks so much for all the compliments and comments on this story, you guys x3
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Affliction and Dolcemente

part one .
part two .

Dolcemente comes to find me every morning after the day I pulled her from the river. She tells me about life in the village, about how all the canines work together as a community to acquire the items they need to survive, so that everything belongs to the village, and not much belongs to any individual. In return, I tell her stories of my life here on the outskirts. I tell her about the posives as well as the negatives, where I stay when it rains, where I sleep at night, everything. The one thing, however, that she hasn't asked yet, is about my past, and how I got here to begin with. The village doesn't know my story, so naturally she wouldn't know it either. I suppose she is too shy to ask, or maybe she has decided she doesn't want to know. Either way, I'm not quite ready to tell her yet.

We learn a lot about each other this way. Dolce learns about the monster she has always been told to fear, and becomes less and less afraid each day. She even starts to ask tougher questions of me, and I hesitate in my answers, fearing her reaction when she learns the truth about me.

Sometimes, she'll go so far as to ask me something like, "What ... exactly happens when ... when someone else gets too close to you ?" I am silent for a long while after this question, pretending to ignore it, but she is quite persistent, and then adds, "They say the ice burns with the fire of a hundred suns."

Finally, I give in. What else am I to do ? "It is strange how it burns," I whisper softly. "One would think it'd just be cold, but ... When I touch someone, when their skin makes contact with mine, it ... the fur freezes right off, and you can see the steam as it burns away their skin ... And the screams, the looks on their faces ..." I look down, watching tears run down my face and freeze at my nose. "There is nothing more traumatic, nothing more horrid and ghastly and disturbing in this world, than watching a living soul die at your hands." These are the questions that I try to avoid; Dolce is such a delicate thing, I don't want to be the cause of her nightmares, I don't want to scare her off. And even when I think it's the last time I'll see her, even when I think she won't come back this time, there she is the next morning, making her way leisurely through the trees toward me, with a gentle smile on her face.

I ask her one day why she even bothers. "I'm an abomination, you know, Dolce," I remind her. "A reject. Why aren't you afraid like the rest of them ? What makes you want to come back every morning ?"

And her answer is so simple, so naiive. "Well ... Flic, I don't ... want you to be a monster like they say. I want to prove them wrong."

I slam my forepaws down on the ground, rising up from my relaxed position, my frozen fur prickling. "Well it's too late for that, Dolce, I AM a monster !" I roar at her, frustrated. "I'm an Affliction, I'm a disease, I'm a monster, I'm a killer ! It's just what I am, Dolce, and you're never going to change it ! I'm stuck out here like this ! You're not proving anything to anyone !"

The look on her face is just as painful as watching someone die at my expense. Her eyes are, for once, wide with mistrust and fear, her whole body drawn back in terror. I've scared the life out of her, and she takes off, sprinting back home. I hate myself for what I've done to her. But why would I feel any other way about this useless, lethal body I've been cursed with ? And even then, the next day, she comes back to find me, and things are back to normal.

And just when I think the day will never come that she won't be here, it shows up.

I sit the edge of a meadow, waiting for Dolce's dusty form to show up on the horizon, but she doesn't come. Assuming she's just late, I wait until sunrise, and then I wait until noon ... and until dusk... but she doesn't show up. The days turn into weeks, the weeks into years. My sweet Dolcemente does not return to me. I begin to have nightmares about her. She's falling into the river and this time I'm not there to save her, or the village finds out she's been with me and decides to kill her for her sins, or she's broken her leg somewhere in the forest and can't get to me, or she's fallen from a cliff and can't find the strength to escape ...

And the worst nightmare of all, is the one where I set off to the village to find her, but she's decided she doesn't want to be my friend any longer.

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I think there will be maybe one more section to this story, after this one . I feel like this was needed before I bring the pup in however, I didn't wana just jump into them falling in love, yknow ?