he laid low the warriors of old
While the season of winter is often signified of death, it truly was the beginning of a new birth and experience for the young colt. Rome has lived his entire life in the sandy kingdom of Deserts. He doesn’t yet know about the harsh winters of Beqanna, such as the northern kingdom faces almost yearly. The sun was something he has only known. However, his mother, Lucrezia, never failed to mention and teach him things outside of the Deserts. Lucrezia wanted her son to be well-informed of the world and curious of it just as she had been. She had not failed to spark Rome’s curiosity. He often wanted to go outside the borders of the sandy kingdom and Lucrezia never said no to him. However, Rome has often wanted to go off and explore on his own.
It is not a surprise that he has left the side of his mother. He was curious just as much as his mother had been as a foal. Lucrezia agreed that he was old enough to go out and explore, after all she had been about the same age when she went off to explore Beqanna herself. She did not see a problem in the matter. Winter perhaps had been a poor choice, but Lucrezia knew if something happened to the boy she would know – whether it was just her own motherly instinct that or something maybe in the sandy kingdom's magic, she knew she would find out. Rome in this matter doesn’t care. He is here in the forest now, eyes wide open as he stares in awe of the scene before him.
Rome has never seen snow before – at least not as much as this. There had been bits and pieces here and there on the way to the meadow, but this was more striking than anything he had ever seen before. He shivers severely when a small wind crawls up his spine. Rome has not acquired a winter coat this year and probably never will during his stay at the Deserts. However, the cold does not stop him. Rome prowls forward, a curious fellow since birth.
He is quick in his movements, mostly due to his physique. Rome is the first of his kind – an ocelot horse. He is of gold champagne coloring, with heavy panagre and spots. He has paws instead of hooves and a cat-like tail instead of a horse’s tail. If anything, Rome is quick to draw the eyes of others for his unique look and difference among the others in Beqanna. His father is actually somewhat similar but Kreios was not truly Rome’s father – another story for a different time.
The young colt slides through the deep parts of snow at the edge of the forest, where thickets of trees and brush lay. He doesn’t care if he might be cold, or catch some sort of sickness because of it, since he is having too much fun in this new thing called winter. It is for a long time that he does this, searching and learning of the world and experiencing it all. However, the sight of a small flower in the blanket of snow is peculiar, especially in the winter time. His mother had told him that the flowers die in winter and in the spring they grow back. This confused Rome greatly. So, he peers at it curiously, nose sniffing it and inhaling its unknowing, yet curious scent. Rome has no idea that perhaps this might be a trap, instead he is curious and naïve of such things in this world (despite even his mother’s conversation of the world holding wickedness in it).
It is not a surprise that he has left the side of his mother. He was curious just as much as his mother had been as a foal. Lucrezia agreed that he was old enough to go out and explore, after all she had been about the same age when she went off to explore Beqanna herself. She did not see a problem in the matter. Winter perhaps had been a poor choice, but Lucrezia knew if something happened to the boy she would know – whether it was just her own motherly instinct that or something maybe in the sandy kingdom's magic, she knew she would find out. Rome in this matter doesn’t care. He is here in the forest now, eyes wide open as he stares in awe of the scene before him.
Rome has never seen snow before – at least not as much as this. There had been bits and pieces here and there on the way to the meadow, but this was more striking than anything he had ever seen before. He shivers severely when a small wind crawls up his spine. Rome has not acquired a winter coat this year and probably never will during his stay at the Deserts. However, the cold does not stop him. Rome prowls forward, a curious fellow since birth.
He is quick in his movements, mostly due to his physique. Rome is the first of his kind – an ocelot horse. He is of gold champagne coloring, with heavy panagre and spots. He has paws instead of hooves and a cat-like tail instead of a horse’s tail. If anything, Rome is quick to draw the eyes of others for his unique look and difference among the others in Beqanna. His father is actually somewhat similar but Kreios was not truly Rome’s father – another story for a different time.
The young colt slides through the deep parts of snow at the edge of the forest, where thickets of trees and brush lay. He doesn’t care if he might be cold, or catch some sort of sickness because of it, since he is having too much fun in this new thing called winter. It is for a long time that he does this, searching and learning of the world and experiencing it all. However, the sight of a small flower in the blanket of snow is peculiar, especially in the winter time. His mother had told him that the flowers die in winter and in the spring they grow back. This confused Rome greatly. So, he peers at it curiously, nose sniffing it and inhaling its unknowing, yet curious scent. Rome has no idea that perhaps this might be a trap, instead he is curious and naïve of such things in this world (despite even his mother’s conversation of the world holding wickedness in it).
ROME
tarnished x lucrezia