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

[Tussle]

Rosalynn♀------------Harpsong♂
D:
These two look good together, but I've decided that Rosalynn was a lesbian with Lunarella D:
...
Maybe love triangle?
Or even siblings?
Ex-boyfriend?
:<

[Madame Butterfly]

mocha + mochi [twin brothers]

Nice use of items. They seem like cool brothers :3

[JamBlack]

<3
Tenebrae <3 Nessa

Part one here ^^

Part two - Tenebrae's story

'You have been summoned here in front of the elders due to acts against the lives of your bretherin. How do you plead?'

He looked up underneath his shaggy purple fringe. The elders stared down at him, frowning.

'Guilty' There was no use lying. What he had done was unacceptable. Even he knew that. Durus was asking for it though. That pig headed, over bulked, waste of space. . . .

One of the elders sighed. 'Then we have no choice but to exile you. How could you? to kill one of your own kind . . .' The elder shook his head. what was his name, Tenebrae thought. What was it, what was i- . . . Alexis? Worth a try. . .

'Alexis! Alexis please, i beg you! He was stopping me from reaching the other world, the under world!' He pleaded to them. 'I need to know what is beneath these clouds! I need -'

'Then go. Leave. and never return.'

He felt uneased by these words. 'But its Im-impossible! everyone who rests on these clouds knows that! We all - '

'Not impossible.' Said Alexis, a cruel smile spreading slowly across his face.

He didn't see what happened, didn't hear what happened. All he felt was the amazing feeling of free falling through thousands of feet of air. Then the harsh embrace of the earth and the disgusting, metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

And thats when she found him. The love of his life. No, not his life, Their life. together, forever, always.



Comments?

[Lighty]

Black Dog & Donner[/center]

That is an awesome pairing!

[Inatae]

Snow Shadow and Skyheart



Coryn and Arwen

[starstream<=]

Elizabeth[f].............Jack[m]

Part 1

I feel like I knew her, once. A long time ago.

My name is Jack. I am 17 years old, and I am in love with a girl who died 5 years ago.

She visits me in my dreams. She heals me. And I gave my heart to her.

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"Who are you?!" I demanded franticly, glaring at her. "Elizabeth. Please, do not be scared." She cooed in a silky voice, smiling. She has scars on her chest, and some had not closed yet, and blood seeped out of them. "Why are you here?" I had calmed down a bit, but I still stood my ground. "I need your help." She insisted, her expression growing solomn. I nodded, lowering my defensive posture. "Okay, fair enough." I said, scanning her battered body. Despite being gored, she had a beautiful figure. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. She chuckled sadly. "You must be wondering why I look like this." She murmered, looking down at her bloodied chest. "I was murdered." I frowned, and took a step closer to her. "Who killed you?" She looked up at me with stunning brown eyes, that captivated me, and drew me in closer. "I don't know... that's why you need to help me. You need to tell my family I am at peace. Then you need to help me find out who my murderer was." I smiled at her, and shook my head no. "This is just a dream. You're not real." She frowned, and shook her head. "That's what all of the others said. Maybe you're not the one to help me." She murmered, my ears straining to her her musical voice. "No." I said, a small smile streaking my face. "I mean- I'll help you. Who is your family?" She lifted her head, her beautiful eyes twinkling with delight. "My mother, father, and little brother, live not too far from you. 1356 Oak Drive. A beautiful, white house." I nodded, her face blurring. "What's happening?" I asked, darkness closing in. "It's time for you to wake up." She said, and I watched her fade away.

My gooey eyes opened, sunlight warming my body as it streamed in through my open window. I sat up shakily, eyes adjusting to the light. The scent of bacon and other morning foods wafting into my nostrils. I streched my arms above my head, scootching out of bed. I began to wonder how I saw going to tell my mother where I would be. At a friend's house? The thought began to slip outside of my mind as I walked into the kitchen, my father already at the table, reading the morning paper. I turned my attention to my mother, who was slaving away at the stove, a plain white apron stained with grease wrapped around her waist. "Hi mom." I greeted, a small smile spreading across my face. Her ears perked at my name, and she turned around to face me, leaving her cooking duties to rest for a moment. "Jack!" She exclaimed with a grin, "You're up!" I chuckled, hugging her. "Yeah, mom. I'm not going to be a troll that live's in my room." She laughed, motioning towards the dining room table. She had the most beautiful augh, that sounded like wind chimes in the breeze. "Sit down, love. Food is almost ready." I pulled out a chair, and sat down at the table next to my father. "Lovely morning." He said, peeping out from behind the newspaper. I could hear his tail wagging as it thumped against the table leg. "I nodded, the smile still on my face. "Sure is." I said, turning to look outside. The sun was out, and there wasn't a sign of any clouds in the sky. I heard the kettle go off for coffee, and my attention got redirected to my mom. "It's ready!" She chirped, pouring the hot water into the coffee press. As my mother brought the food and coffee to the table, I found my time to speak.

"Mom, dad, this afternoon I need to.... um.... drop something off at Griffin's house." Griffin was my best friend, so hopefully my parents would believe me. "What exactly are you dropping off?" My dad asked in an even tone, peering over the newspaper to pour some coffee in a mug. "Um... math book. He forgot his at school." My dad nodded. "All right. As long as it's fine with your mother." I loked over at my mother for approval, and she nodded, laying slices of bacon on her plate. The food went fast. My family were heavy eaters, although it didn't look like we were. We were all tall and skinny. I set my dishes in the sink, and went to my room to get some clean clothes on. I settled for a t-shirt and jeans. I combed my thick black hair with my fingers, brushed my teeth for a few seconds, and slipped a hoodie on just before grabbing the handle of the front door. "I'll be back within a few hours." I called, opening the door. Just as I closed the door behind me I heard my mom yell her "ok" back at me. Despite being sunny, the air was crisp, and cold. "1356 Oak Drive." I told myself, trying to remember which street was Oak Drive. I walked down my street, checking each street sign, until I saw one that read "Oak Drive." I turned onto the street, and noticed the sidewalk was smoother, and had less cracks than the sidewalk that ran in front of my house. I gazed up at the large houses- no, mansions that towered above me. Each house was at least 3 stories high. My jaw dropped in awe of the magnificent houses, which were all unique in their own way. My eyes stopped on the house that read 1356. It was white, as Elizabeth had told me, and stood 4 stories high. There was a round-a-bout driveway, with a fountain in the middle. I walked up towards the house, trying to flattenmy hair. I hoped I didn't look like a hobo, or something. I walked up the porch, and knocked on the huge oak door, and waited for a reply. I heard footsteps shuffle towards the door, and it hit me that the house seemed so... familiar. Someth- my thoughts were interupted when the door opened.

"Jack?" I stood there, silent, staring into the eyes of Griffin, my best friend. "Griffin? It- what are you doing here?!" I demanded franticly. "Oh, this is my mom's house. You always go over to my dad's house." He explained. It made sense, his parents were divorced. "Do you know the name..." I hesitaed. "Elizabeth?" Griffin stood there, frozen, like a statue. His mouth was open, and I could tell he was trying to speak, but he didn't trust his voice to hold. "She sent me here." I hoped I didn't sound too ridiculous. His pained expression turned into a smile, and he hugged me with all of his might, his tears dripping onto my shirt. "She's at peace."

{I'm a bit disapointed nobody likes this. D8 I worked awful hard on it.}

[Sunshine1515]

Iris Petal (M - I know funny male name) and Blue Bouquet (F)

[Alina_Mau]

Elizabeth[f].............Jack[m]

Part 1

I feel like I knew her, once. A long time ago.

My name is Jack. I am 17 years old, and I am in love with a girl who died 5 years ago.

She visits me in my dreams. She heals me. And I gave my heart to her.

---------------


"Who are you?!" I demanded franticly, glaring at her. "Elizabeth. Please, do not be scared." She cooed in a silky voice, smiling. She has scars on her chest, and some had not closed yet, and blood seeped out of them. "Why are you here?" I had calmed down a bit, but I still stood my ground. "I need your help." She insisted, her expression growing solomn. I nodded, lowering my defensive posture. "Okay, fair enough." I said, scanning her battered body. Despite being gored, she had a beautiful figure. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. She chuckled sadly. "You must be wondering why I look like this." She murmered, looking down at her bloodied chest. "I was murdered." I frowned, and took a step closer to her. "Who killed you?" She looked up at me with stunning brown eyes, that captivated me, and drew me in closer. "I don't know... that's why you need to help me. You need to tell my family I am at peace. Then you need to help me find out who my murderer was." I smiled at her, and shook my head no. "This is just a dream. You're not real." She frowned, and shook her head. "That's what all of the others said. Maybe you're not the one to help me." She murmered, my ears straining to her her musical voice. "No." I said, a small smile streaking my face. "I mean- I'll help you. Who is your family?" She lifted her head, her beautiful eyes twinkling with delight. "My mother, father, and little brother, live not too far from you. 1356 Oak Drive. A beautiful, white house." I nodded, her face blurring. "What's happening?" I asked, darkness closing in. "It's time for you to wake up." She said, and I watched her fade away.

My gooey eyes opened, sunlight warming my body as it streamed in through my open window. I sat up shakily, eyes adjusting to the light. The scent of bacon and other morning foods wafting into my nostrils. I streched my arms above my head, scootching out of bed. I began to wonder how I saw going to tell my mother where I would be. At a friend's house? The thought began to slip outside of my mind as I walked into the kitchen, my father already at the table, reading the morning paper. I turned my attention to my mother, who was slaving away at the stove, a plain white apron stained with grease wrapped around her waist. "Hi mom." I greeted, a small smile spreading across my face. Her ears perked at my name, and she turned around to face me, leaving her cooking duties to rest for a moment. "Jack!" She exclaimed with a grin, "You're up!" I chuckled, hugging her. "Yeah, mom. I'm not going to be a troll that live's in my room." She laughed, motioning towards the dining room table. She had the most beautiful augh, that sounded like wind chimes in the breeze. "Sit down, love. Food is almost ready." I pulled out a chair, and sat down at the table next to my father. "Lovely morning." He said, peeping out from behind the newspaper. I could hear his tail wagging as it thumped against the table leg. "I nodded, the smile still on my face. "Sure is." I said, turning to look outside. The sun was out, and there wasn't a sign of any clouds in the sky. I heard the kettle go off for coffee, and my attention got redirected to my mom. "It's ready!" She chirped, pouring the hot water into the coffee press. As my mother brought the food and coffee to the table, I found my time to speak.

"Mom, dad, this afternoon I need to.... um.... drop something off at Griffin's house." Griffin was my best friend, so hopefully my parents would believe me. "What exactly are you dropping off?" My dad asked in an even tone, peering over the newspaper to pour some coffee in a mug. "Um... math book. He forgot his at school." My dad nodded. "All right. As long as it's fine with your mother." I loked over at my mother for approval, and she nodded, laying slices of bacon on her plate. The food went fast. My family were heavy eaters, although it didn't look like we were. We were all tall and skinny. I set my dishes in the sink, and went to my room to get some clean clothes on. I settled for a t-shirt and jeans. I combed my thick black hair with my fingers, brushed my teeth for a few seconds, and slipped a hoodie on just before grabbing the handle of the front door. "I'll be back within a few hours." I called, opening the door. Just as I closed the door behind me I heard my mom yell her "ok" back at me. Despite being sunny, the air was crisp, and cold. "1356 Oak Drive." I told myself, trying to remember which street was Oak Drive. I walked down my street, checking each street sign, until I saw one that read "Oak Drive." I turned onto the street, and noticed the sidewalk was smoother, and had less cracks than the sidewalk that ran in front of my house. I gazed up at the large houses- no, mansions that towered above me. Each house was at least 3 stories high. My jaw dropped in awe of the magnificent houses, which were all unique in their own way. My eyes stopped on the house that read 1356. It was white, as Elizabeth had told me, and stood 4 stories high. There was a round-a-bout driveway, with a fountain in the middle. I walked up towards the house, trying to flattenmy hair. I hoped I didn't look like a hobo, or something. I walked up the porch, and knocked on the huge oak door, and waited for a reply. I heard footsteps shuffle towards the door, and it hit me that the house seemed so... familiar. Someth- my thoughts were interupted when the door opened.

"Jack?" I stood there, silent, staring into the eyes of Griffin, my best friend. "Griffin? It- what are you doing here?!" I demanded franticly. "Oh, this is my mom's house. You always go over to my dad's house." He explained. It made sense, his parents were divorced. "Do you know the name..." I hesitaed. "Elizabeth?" Griffin stood there, frozen, like a statue. His mouth was open, and I could tell he was trying to speak, but he didn't trust his voice to hold. "She sent me here." I hoped I didn't sound too ridiculous. His pained expression turned into a smile, and he hugged me with all of his might, his tears dripping onto my shirt. "She's at peace."

{I'm a bit disapointed nobody likes this. D8 I worked awful hard on it.}

I feel awful now.
I read this and did like it, but I got distracted and decided not to comment about it.
Dx
I do like it, though. I want to see what happens next.

[bluehaze]

i love it, rainy.day! well, i haven't finished, cause i have to go, but i like what i read so far

I worked so hard on a story nobody commented on as well. With Fire Eater and La Dispute. I liked it, guess no one else did xD;

[sabbetin]

Michelangelo [m] & Vanilla [f].