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

[Foxanna]

Elesium and Amuro

These two look really cute together. ^^

Yes, and those are adorable!

[Alina_Mau]

I altered my last post and reposted this i have a bad habit of being the last post on a page so like no one sees my stuff XD

and i edited it a lil too :3

Flash Frost and Heat Wave, royal brothers with hateful reputations.



and Elindria, the girl who learned who they really where and who they became.



Confusion....so much....the pain....why....where am I?

Opening her eyes the young she-wolf tried to study her surroundings. Her head ached and her eyes fogged she tried to get up only to collapse back down to the rough stone floor she lay on. Looking down at her hands, her blonde hair falling into her face, she realises they've been bound in a green rope and that she is leashed to the wall.

"Where am I?" she said with a desperate hope that someone, anyone, may respond. All she hears is the screeching laugh of a bat up in the rafters.

A door on the other side of the room opened noisily, letting light in with it. The flow of sudden voices sent her head into a spin and she lay her head down on the rough cold floor. A wolf walks in with a light in his mouth and as she looks harder she realises his eyes are blazing red. His black swirled body looks like red light is glowing from behind the smothering black swirls, all laid out on a white body of impecable fur.

"Get up." he said bluntly with an edge of aggitation.

"Please, where am I?" she pleaded.

"I said get up." he snarled, hatered overflowing from his eyes, his expression threatening to hurt her fragile frame.

The young girl tried to push herself off the floor a second time, with more success than last, she finally stands swaying to and frow with the weakness that wracked her body. The male wolf scoffed at her weakness then held the light up and looked the girl over critically telling her to turn or lift her arms.

"What do you think?" He said, still looking her over.

"wha-" she began to say as a sudden voice cuts her off. A small fox emerges behind the wolf with a light of his own.

"A bit scrawny for your kind but then again your brother has unique taste." The fox sneared as he looked up at her and laughed at the fear creeping into her eyes. "He should have fun with her anyway eh, Heat Wave?"

Heat Wave laughed, a deep near maniacal laugh, sending shivers through the girls body.

"My brother doesn't know how to have fun." He leaned in close and gave the girl a look that made her golden eyes well up with tears.
"but you're right she should be unique enough for him."

They both sauntered off slaming the door behind them. Now she knew where she was. She was in a cell of the castle. The castle owned by the Elemental brothers. The twin princes rumored to be so cruel, so evil, they murdered their own father on his death bed just to take the thrown for themselves. The girl, now guessing her fate, collapsed onto the floor and curled into the corner in the dark. Shivering and on the brink of tears she whispered her name to herself as she believed it would be the last time she would hear it said in anything other than hatred again.

"Elindria."

she whispered with a quivering voice. Above her she could hear was the bat, screeching laughter down upon her as she started to cry herself to sleep.

[Foxanna]

I altered my last post and reposted this i have a bad habit of being the last post on a page so like no one sees my stuff XD

and i edited it a lil too :3

Flash Frost and Heat Wave, royal brothers with hateful reputations.



and Elindria, the girl who learned who they really where and who they became.



Confusion....so much....the pain....why....where am I?

Opening her eyes the young she-wolf tried to study her surroundings. Her head ached and her eyes fogged she tried to get up only to collapse back down to the rough stone floor she lay on. Looking down at her hands, her blonde hair falling into her face, she realises they've been bound in a green rope and that she is leashed to the wall.

"Where am I?" she said with a desperate hope that someone, anyone, may respond. All she hears is the screeching laugh of a bat up in the rafters.

A door on the other side of the room opened noisily, letting light in with it. The flow of sudden voices sent her head into a spin and she lay her head down on the rough cold floor. A wolf walks in with a light in his mouth and as she looks harder she realises his eyes are blazing red. His black swirled body looks like red light is glowing from behind the smothering black swirls, all laid out on a white body of impecable fur.

"Get up." he said bluntly with an edge of aggitation.

"Please, where am I?" she pleaded.

"I said get up." he snarled, hatered overflowing from his eyes, his expression threatening to hurt her fragile frame.

The young girl tried to push herself off the floor a second time, with more success than last, she finally stands swaying to and frow with the weakness that wracked her body. The male wolf scoffed at her weakness then held the light up and looked the girl over critically telling her to turn or lift her arms.

"What do you think?" He said, still looking her over.

"wha-" she began to say as a sudden voice cuts her off. A small fox emerges behind the wolf with a light of his own.

"A bit scrawny for your kind but then again your brother has unique taste." The fox sneared as he looked up at her and laughed at the fear creeping into her eyes. "He should have fun with her anyway eh, Heat Wave?"

Heat Wave laughed, a deep near maniacal laugh, sending shivers through the girls body.

"My brother doesn't know how to have fun." He leaned in close and gave the girl a look that made her golden eyes well up with tears.
"but you're right she should be unique enough for him."

They both sauntered off slaming the door behind them. Now she knew where she was. She was in a cell of the castle. The castle owned by the Elemental brothers. The twin princes rumored to be so cruel, so evil, they murdered their own father on his death bed just to take the thrown for themselves. The girl, now guessing her fate, collapsed onto the floor and curled into the corner in the dark. Shivering and on the brink of tears she whispered her name to herself as she believed it would be the last time she would hear it said in anything other than hatred again.

"Elindria."

she whispered with a quivering voice. Above her she could hear was the bat, screeching laughter down upon her as she started to cry herself to sleep.

Beautiful! <3
*no word*

[Alina_Mau]

dawww X3 ♥ thank you ^_^

[Foxanna]

dawww X3 ♥ thank you ^_^

No problem. ^^

[nowi]

Nina♀ and Kent♂
(It's a motherly love relationship)

~Story Coming Soon~

Wrote part of their story:

However long my childhood lasted, I wish I had cherished it more. When I see the young pup Kent playing around, I realize I never played in my childhood. He makes me envious of the life I never had.
The other day, he said to me, “Who did you play with when you were a kid?”
“Nobody,” I told him. “I played alone.”
He paused for a moment then, and said ‘That’s no fun.” He looked up at me and shrugged. “Why’d you play alone?” His eyes had that curious, innocent quality that makes you not want to answer his question.
“Because I couldn’t.” I replied. “My parents wouldn’t let me.”
His eyes grew wide. “Why not?”
“I don’t know, Kent.” I said. “I really don’t know.”
His eyes searched mine. “Okay,” he said finally. “I guess that works.”
He went off to play with some stick on the ground. I watched his wide eyes study the stick from one end to the other. I could see that he was thoroughly enjoying his inspection, too. I had never seen any other pup play that way, and I was curious as to why, so I decided to ask him.
“Kent,” I said slowly. “Do you remember your parents?”
“No,” he said, not taking his eyes off the stick. “Not really. All I remember is their shape.”
“Did you ask anyone before you came to me about them?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t care about my parents.”
I took a step back, bewildered. “Why not?”
“Because they were mean.”
“And how do you know that?” I was beginning to become confused.
“Because the only memory I have of them is them fighting.” He said, as if that explained everything.
I sighed. “One memory doesn’t explain everything, Kent.”
He looked up at me. “What?”
I shook my head. “You’ll understand sometime.”
I suppose I’ll never figure out why he plays that way, but I have found out other things about him. I’ll need to keep a sharper eye on him from now on, too.

omg i love this and its so different ^_^ ♥

Aww, thank you! I'm glad you like it.

[Alina_Mau]

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

{Earlier parts }

Howls broke my concentration. Sniffs could be heard and shouts, yelps, growls, and over all great blood-thirst.

Panic

I turned towards the voices, my tears finally slipping onto the fur of my cheeks. I had led them to him! I was stupid to run, of course the crowd noticed! And now they were going to trap him, kill him. Quickly, I looked over at him and shook my head slowly.

"I-I-It's over. I'm s-so sorry."
I had failed with the only secret I had. I was going to lose him, the only one who cared for me. Who told me every time he saw me that my name shouldn't be what it was.

"It's not over yet, Dove. Hide. Please."
It was the first time I had ever heard him sound cold towards me. His eyes were boring into my own and I knew that this wasn't going to work out. I was going to lose him.

"N-No, I c-can leave y-you to the p-pack of h-hungry w-w-wolves!"

But with one look from his intense gaze and felt as small as a mouse. And gave a small nod and slunk off to a cluster of bushes. I couldn't argue with that stare...

Then everything happened in a span of a few minutes but it felt like thousand years.
The pack got closer and closer - I could tell by the noise they were making growing ever louder - but I only had eyes for on wolf: Le Corbeau. He took a deep breathe, straightened up, and I saw his muscles tense readily. He was actually going to fight the whole pack. Before they would hear, I whimpered to show him how I thought this was such a bad idea but the only sign I saw that he noticed was that his ear flicked towards me. Then we weren't alone.
The Alpha male was at the lead and when he saw him, he snarled.

"We are tired of being the victims, of watching you kill off our pack one at a time! We'll end this now."
Wait a moment, no one has been killed since I had befriend him. Why are they worry- Oh no. I had realized something. If no one else had lost their lives, did that mean that-that I was the next on Le Corbeau's list? Would he kill... me?
Then at least six of our strongest hunters lunged at him, all at once.
My heart almost stopped.
They nipped at his tail, his ears, his throat, his precious wings. They were merciless. But he was strong, so strong. Then they started to try to pin him down. They trapped his wings by using ropes that I figured they had gathered near where the humans lived. He was hurting, he was growing weak with so many attacking him at one time.
I started to move up from my crouch beneath the bushes but he noticed my small movement. His golden eyes bore into mine and I knew that he wanted me to be safe, to stay out of it. Torn, I kept back and waited, waited, waited.

As if time moved so slowly, his headed hit the ground hard. They had finally pinned him.
NoNoNo!!
He didn't let his pain show but as the Alpha got closer, a deep rumble sounded. I glanced around, the setting sky was clear. Then I realized it was coming from Le Corbeau. He growled like no one I knew could. It was seriously chilling for it caused my hackles to rise and my heart stuttered slightly.

"Mutants don't belong here, they don't belong anywhere..."
The Alpha sneered. Then I saw the midnight black form rise up from the ground - having mustered what must have been an incredible amount of strength - and bit the Alpha right on his soft nose. That caused the lead wolf to rear back in surprise and a few drops of blood fell onto the grass.
It was an act that proved how much he wasn't like us. The order of packs was pointless and lost on him so he showed they by teasing the Alpha.
"Take him away!"

They didn't even bother to pick him up. They purposefully dragged him across the roughest terrain made up of roots, rocks, thorns, and even patches of burs. I watched in numb shock. They were breaking his spirit. How could anyone come back from that?
Once the voices dimmed, I shakily stepped out of my hiding place.

"No... No..."
I was shaking all over again. Tears filled my eyes once more as the last few minutes replayed over and over and over again. THis couldn't be happening. I have to do something! But what, I'm just one person trying to save everyone's swore enemy. I let out all the sobs I had been holding in, then I dried my tears, perked my ears and started off towards the village. I couldn't just sit here and cry.

Everyone had gone to sleep by the time I had entered the village. Being so frazzled I had lost my way a few times but soon enough I had found it, of course. The tears threatened to spill as I laid my blueblue eyes on the center where the crowd had gathered to create the hunting party. There was a make-shift cage - of all things, a cage! - and in it was a curled up Le Corbeau. After checking that we were indeed alone, I ran to him and as I got closer my breath caught in my throat, and I was afraid it might strangle me.
Feathers were bent or missing, clumps of his soft fur had been ripped out, scratches and cuts were gouged deep and blood - golden like his beautiful eyes - was oozing out of the deepest wounds only to mat his dark fur. His back was to me but I didn't care. I had heard the insults and taunts that had been howled at him from in the forest. Terrible, horrible words had been thrown at him.

"I-I'm so s-s-sorry. I should h-have done s-s-something before t-they b-b-b-broke you!"
I whispered, the tears spilling down my fur. He didn't move. Didn't speak. I sat there, waiting for another thousand years. Then, he picked himself up and making not a single rustle of noise, he turned to look at me. His eyes showed hurt, the very same hurt I had seen when I had first met him, and I knew he was scarred for life - physically and emotionally.
I closed my eyes, not able to see him like so, and a cold nose touched my tears.

"Why do you cry so, Lady Dove?"

♦♦♦

My eyes opened wide.
A small smile touched his face but it didn't reach his eyes. There was too much pain to be so happy. My sobs returned, ten-fold.

"I c-can't lose y-you!"
Already, even though for the few times I had spent with him, I wouldn't leave him, I could never live without him. His teasing smile, his warm eyes, those glorious wings. I hadn't told him but after meeting him I've had dreams about flying, soaring through the clouds with such ease as he has.
That familiar warm chuckle reached my ears and I longingly pressed my forehead closer towards him.

"I'm not going anywhere..."
His voice was soft and smooth but I could still hear the pain laced across his words.
Just as I was about to disagree, a few low growls reached my ears. Of course! Why wouldn't they have guards when they had been loathing the murderer for so long.
"Please, go..."
I looked at him, the oncoming males, and gave a small whimper. This wasn't what I had thought would happen at all to me. Ever. He made a small growl himself and I followed his wishes. With one last look to my broken shadow, I hurried to my den. I couldn't get comfortable, I couldn't sleep knowing he could be killed tomorrow at the earliest.

But as I curled tightly, my tail touching my nose, I tried to block out the noise coming from the 'prison'. They were tormenting him. I just knew it. I didn't sleep a wink knowing they were hurting him further. It was unfair and cruel, my pack had turned into nothing more than- than humans! We didn't need to do this, yet my pack found it perfectly acceptable? But I couldn't do anything. I mean, I could but it would be against his wishes. And I could only hope that he had a plan...

When I 'woke' up, I knew that something was going on. The chitter chatter - loud enough for me to know it was a crowd - was streaming from only one place I could think of that would matter. My fatigue instantly fell away as I jumped to my paws and raced with much haste, my heart beat began a hurried rhythm, reminding me of a deep large drum being pounded mercilessly. It was all I could hear except for a faint cheering, the cheering of most likely something I didn't want to hear or see.
I pushed my way to the front of the crowd, throwing all precautions to the wind, and I felt as if I was going to have a heart attack. The bars of the cage were gone but in its place to keep the p r i s o n e r from escape, was the rope that the whole pack had gathered. The rough strands had already cut into his wrists and ankles. His head was bowed - not in defeat but in pain. At least, that was what I was hoping it was... His wings were lashed to his sides and the once-silky feathers were bent or missing all together. Golden blood was pooling slowly at his feet.

No, no! This isn't suppose to happen! This can't happen!! I thought I could have done the right thing this time, I thought- I thought I would finally have someone to love me... I mused to myself, my cornflower-blue eyes as wide as they ever had been and having sights for only one person, one person that actually meant something to me.
As if he had heard my very own thoughts, his beautiful eyes looked up and directly ahead at me. For a moment we locked gazes and it was as if everything that needed to be said was without a single word. Then, the most miraculous thing happened.
He gave me a sly but defiant smirk that I was sure only I could see, even if he was being brutally beaten.
And then a great rumble of thunder shook the very ground. Everyone stopped to stare up at the sky but as he lifted his head with humble but powerful worldly difference, and then...
Then the strangest thing took place that I knew I would never forget.

With as much flash and sound as a supernova, he just... disappeared. Everyone who had taken part in the hunting of him dropped to the ground in pain. I knew it was revenge for being so terrible to him and I also knew it wouldn't last. They would all get better. Eventually.
I couldn't move. I could barely think. I felt numb, so numb that without warning - maybe a slight warning - he just up and left. Me. Left me. I-I thought things were different than that between us.
The whole pack distracted for at least a few minutes, I turned and fled to the forest. I would live there if I had to. I knew how to hunt. I knew where the freshest water was. I had done almost every job in my 'former' pack so I could hunt - fairly well... But there was no way I was going to stay with the pack. I was finally old enough to leave. Find my own life. I didn't want to just be a den-mate. How could I just sit in the den, feeding the pups, while my mate had all the fun?
I had already had a little taste of the sweet but daring flavor of adventure, and I was not ready to let that go.

{ More to come ;3 }

{ Sorry for reposting, it got lost. ;.; }

yay im so in love with this pairs story i hope theyr together forever! 8D ♥

[Glowbee]

::The start of their story, from Penelope's perspective::

Penelope//Alec//Uec
What is life?
Is it air moving through your lungs, or bloods coursing through your veins? Is it running through the forest, sleeping under a million stars, or kissing your lover?
I have time to ponder these questions now. Once many years ago, it was the first to me; now I’m not so certain.
I know I’m alive- I still think and see. My body is forever frozen in time, sculpted in flawless stone, now crumbling with age.
Still, I cannot help but wonder.
~*~
My story begins when I was a girl, the daughter of wealthy innkeepers. For ten and four generations The Damselfly Inn had been in our family, always passed down to the eldest son- in my case, my father. I was an only child; mother carried many more babes but all were lost before they lived, or shortly after their arrival in this world. It was then my fascination with life began. What caused it? Why did it end? Who chose when it ended? What was it to live? My mama had no answers for me, and would send me outside to play.
When I was five years old, a cousin came to live with us. When I asked my father why, he avoided the question with bedtime. I soon came to realize it was to train my cousin Buford how to become an innkeeper! I was furious, and ran to my father in a huff demanding why I shouldn’t run the inn. Buford (much to my embarrassment) began to laugh out loud- a mirthless, condescending sound, void of emotion.
“Women,” he began, “Are meant to look handsome and bear children- not run inns.”
Well, I threw myself on him, spitting and clawing like a wildcat. When my father finally pulled me off him, I was quite pleased with the results. He had a bloodied nose and long scratches around his eyes and ears, and was bellowing angrily at me. The words he used were too foul to be written by a lady, much less said.
We were both sent to bed with no supper that night. It was then I decided to spite my family for what they’d decided, and be naught but a handsome, quiet girl.

[JamBlack]

::The start of their story, from Penelope's perspective::

Penelope//Alec//Uec
What is life?
Is it air moving through your lungs, or bloods coursing through your veins? Is it running through the forest, sleeping under a million stars, or kissing your lover?
I have time to ponder these questions now. Once many years ago, it was the first to me; now I’m not so certain.
I know I’m alive- I still think and see. My body is forever frozen in time, sculpted in flawless stone, now crumbling with age.
Still, I cannot help but wonder.

Once again. Awsome.

[nightiff-]

::The start of their story, from Penelope's perspective::

Penelope//Alec//Uec
What is life?
Is it air moving through your lungs, or bloods coursing through your veins? Is it running through the forest, sleeping under a million stars, or kissing your lover?
I have time to ponder these questions now. Once many years ago, it was the first to me; now I’m not so certain.
I know I’m alive- I still think and see. My body is forever frozen in time, sculpted in flawless stone, now crumbling with age.
Still, I cannot help but wonder.
~*~
My story begins when I was a girl, the daughter of wealthy innkeepers. For ten and four generations The Damselfly Inn had been in our family, always passed down to the eldest son- in my case, my father. I was an only child; mother carried many more babes but all were lost before they lived, or shortly after their arrival in this world. It was then my fascination with life began. What caused it? Why did it end? Who chose when it ended? What was it to live? My mama had no answers for me, and would send me outside to play.
When I was five years old, a cousin came to live with us. When I asked my father why, he avoided the question with bedtime. I soon came to realize it was to train my cousin Buford how to become an innkeeper! I was furious, and ran to my father in a huff demanding why I shouldn’t run the inn. Buford (much to my embarrassment) began to laugh out loud- a mirthless, condescending sound, void of emotion.
“Women,” he began, “Are meant to look handsome and bear children- not run inns.”
Well, I threw myself on him, spitting and clawing like a wildcat. When my father finally pulled me off him, I was quite pleased with the results. He had a bloodied nose and long scratches around his eyes and ears, and was bellowing angrily at me. The words he used were too foul to be written by a lady, much less said.
We were both sent to bed with no supper that night. It was then I decided to spite my family for what they’d decided, and be naught but a handsome, quiet girl.

I love this! Do continue(: