Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[RocknRose]

I decided to write a story too ^^ This is one of my favourite pairs <3



Music [m] ~~~ <3 ~~~ Soul[f]

Yayyy this is one of my FAV pairs, too I've both dogs, too, and I love them together :)

[wind song]

I decided to write a story too ^^ This is one of my favourite pairs <3



Music [m] ~~~ <3 ~~~ Soul[f]

Yayyy this is one of my FAV pairs, too I've both dogs, too, and I love them together :)

Awwh thanks ^^

[Alina_Mau]

ive always loved that pair too ^_^

Gentle Love and Strawberry

and thier children

[wind song]

ive always loved that pair too ^_^

Gentle Love and Strawberry

and thier children

Haha! The children are genius! Smarty Pants, I wouldn't have come up with that x3

[micah]

Folana [f] + Mojo [m]
"You smell like cotton candy," I blurted.
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@ Alina_Mau: Cyoot. I love it! :3

[Madame Butterfly]

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Damien and Jackie
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There's been a collapse of government, and anarchy has taken its place. It's a dog-eat-dog world, quite literally now. Every single day the mind and body are in motion, constantly attempting to survive in a world where just about anyone can be an enemy and friends are also 'allies' because just about everything seems out to get ya. Minimalistic and beastual as it is, not many have the time to moan about the state of their lives because they're too busy proving to those around them not to dare mess with them; whether that is in the form of manipulating and conning like Jackie does, or just killing those who get in your way like Damien does... it doesn't matter. Good and evil have morphed into a gray area of doubt--you protect your life and what is important to you, what do methods count? Doesn't keep food in your mouth to be nice. Doesn't keep your pups safe to hesitate in the face of an opponent.

Jackie boy's always been a firecracker, a ladykiller with a flamboyant 'chase danger, enjoy pleasure, do what I want and forget the rules' sort of guy. He's a charmer with a serpent's tongue and a honeyed sweetness he can call upon any time he needs to add sugar to a sour situation, though his backbone is seven-inch steel and there is iron in the rest of his bones [figuratively, of course]. While the natural leader type he also falls prey to resting on his laurels, being a lazy bum, and sometimes just being plain old reckless or disregarding the potential consequences. And though his mental abilities are genius, his physical capabilities are slight, if there are any at all. He's more of the slender pretty boy type which, while it means he's underestimated and thus is somewhat of an advantage, doesn't really help him out all that much when verbal sparring turns into a real fight.

Luckily he's got good ol' solid Damien to back him up. Best friend from childhood and lover for years now, Damien is pretty much immune to the 'charms of Jackie' and is the only one who can wake the guy into reality. This one is all practicality and muscle, a down-to-earth rough-edged sort of fighter who doesn't tend to have strong flashes of emotion unless something really big is going down. He commands respect and deserves it; his presence alone is telling, in that this isn't a dog you wanna mess with. Always supporting and by Jackie's side, he's the bodyguard that makes sure if anything begins to head south and his lover can't smooth-talk his way outta it? Damien'll 'fix the problem'. Usually involves bloodshed.

Its really difficult to know that they're together unless you're told outright. Jackie'll flirt with just about everyone, and Damien seems to be constantly annoyed by his friend's laziness and arrogance. But it would be wise to avoid hurting either of the pair, as the other will bite your neck off for even thinking about it.

[Daggett]

Kaye

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Flynt

Um. Who are you?
:clears throat: I am the ever-so-well-known Flynt- crusader of goodwill, protector of the fair, handsomest in all the la-
Oh dear! You really must be more careful, these snowbanks collapse all the time. It's best not to lean on them.
Oh- I... umm, I promise I'm not a clutz. I- umm, am not usually like this. Soo...

[more coming soon, if you're lucky <3]

[anonymouse]

Le Corbeau {m} ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Unloved {f}

His swirling yellow orbs bore into my own; they searched for an answer. An answer to his question. But I couldn't answer. No, I couldn't answer. Wouldn't. At most he had said ten words to me. But I knew who he was.

"Le Corbeau..."

I didn't even notice I spoke his name before it was too late. His almost seemed amused. Surprised that I knew his name. Without saying a word, he asked how I could possibly know who he could be, he asked with those golden-golden eyes.

"I-I've always seen a single black feather after someone d-d-ies. If y-you look for it, it's n-not hard to find. A-And there are l-l-legends- about y-you."
I stuttered, my heart beating too fast. No one would hear me if I screamed. No one could save me if he tried to take my life.

In my village, he was feared. Only the brave spoke of him during full moons, behind towering walls and secured dens. Only then would the legends, the tales, the stories come out about Le Corbeau. He was an assassin for reasons unknown. No one knew why he would enter the village - or how - to end a life so silently. Then he would simply slip away. But now I knew how he would evade all of our defenses. His wings. I could see the tips of the feathers by his dark tail. The feathers that I had found and kept after every death by his paw.

"Who are you?"
His question was so shockingly normal that I just gazed at him for a moment, hypnotized by those lanterns of his eyes. I was never good at reading eyes but I could read his so clearly. He was hurt, lonely. I didn't see any wounds on his but then it came to me: His wings. He would have flown away but he couldn't. I couldn't see much of his silent wings but I knew they were there.
And loneliness? How could someone that was so cold-hearted that killed in cold blood be lonely? My only answer: He wasn't who we thought he was.

"U-Unloved."
I always stumbled over my words. I was always day dreaming, never focusing on what I was suppose to do. And I was left alone only days after I was born. Unwanted. I could never be the perfect little lady, I always messed out when it counted most. But it hadn't escaped my sharp mind that I hadn't stumbled over his name. "Le Corbeau," I whispered, to solidify the fact. I didn't stutter over his name! Was it an omen?
He paused, tilted his head to one side ever so slightly, the feathered crest by his ears swish-swishing quietly. His frown deepened.

"How... unfortunate. You are, indeed, loved."

Then he disappeared into the dark. I was afraid I would never see him again.
If only I'd known.

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Time past strangely. It was quick on some days, but then I would find myself longing for another encounter with the mysterious Le Corbeau.
I know for a fact that it was at least a month before I saw those shining eyes.

I was searching for a certain flower I knew would comfort me. It was slowly turning to dusk but I was determined to find that flower before I had to return to the village. Despite the majority of the time that I kept to the rules - somehow it was a false hope that if I followed the village rules, people would like me more - I enjoyed cutting my curfew close. Inside of the walls the air felt stuffy and stifiling after a while. Out in the woods I felt like I could actually breathe and relax, letting my shoulders sag with fatigue and longing. I longed for him. I felt cheated, fooled. As if he would never return. And it wasn't a comforting thought.

"Giving up so fast, dove?"

I nearly had a heart attack but without turning I knew exactly who it was.

"Le Corbeau," I paused, regaining my thoughts that had so quickly scattered. "W-Why return? I could e-easily tell the w-w-whole village about y-you."

That seemed to cause him to ponder the situation. Briefly.

"No one would believe you. No one has caught me yet."
A sly smirk touched his face. For a moment, just a moment. Then his lips fell down into his normal aloof mask.
I didn't know what to say. He was right. Painfully right. I was at his will. I didn't have proof but my memories. And even the village doctor wouldn't be able to read my mind. But I had a hunch he could...
A minute past... Seven minutes... I was speechless. What should I say? My heart felt like it was going to run itself out, yet I knew my adrenaline was the source of my speedy heart. And him, of course.

"I do not believe I shall hurt you, Lady Dove."
His voice gently broke the heavy silence. It wasn't teasing nor mocking, his voice, just curious. I was too far away to try to read his eyes but he didn't act as if he was in pain. His voice was easy, smooth like a warm summer rain. His voice caused me to shiver but I quickly blamed it on the falling tempature.

"Why d-do you call m-me Lady Dove?"
I inquired, puzzled. Could he know something from my past? From his appearance and the way he spoke I assumed he was at least four years older than me. But he didn't sound as if he was from around here. And I had always wanted to leave this place.

"Because of your exquisite markings."
He began to come forward, breathing seemed impossible, but he only started to circle me. Then he nodded and placed himself in front of him, a few leaps away.
"Like a dove's, those wings on your back. I've always wondered why some of us are gifted with wings whilst others are not..."
Risking pulling my gaze away from him, I turned my head as much as I could so I was able to look at the soft coloring on my back - making up the wings he had been talking about.

"Oh,"
I said softly, surprised once more. He seemed to be full of surprises and I just knew from that moment that I could, would, never learn them all. He was too complex, too clever and witty for me to understand at all.
And with that, he flashed a smile full of razor sharp teeth and disappeared, his deep chuckle lingering as my eyes fell on a tiny flower - the very flower I had been looking for - waving in the breeze.

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{ Don' worry, I'll write more. ^^ I just felt this scene had to end before I added more to the story. ^^"
Comments? }

{ Added Part Two <3 }

[wind song]

Kaye

-----<3-----

Flynt

Um. Who are you?
:clears throat: I am the ever-so-well-known Flynt- crusader of goodwill, protector of the fair, handsomest in all the la-
Oh dear! You really must be more careful, these snowbanks collapse all the time. It's best not to lean on them.
Oh- I... umm, I promise I'm not a clutz. I- umm, am not usually like this. Soo...

[more coming soon, if you're lucky <3]

Hehe cute and silly x3

[Daggett]

Kaye

-----<3-----

Flynt

Hehe cute and silly x3

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Ha, thanks so much! <3

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