10-24-2016, 01:32 PM
he laid low the warriors of old
For some reason, there always seems to be a calamity just as soon as there is peace in the world. However, Rome knows nothing about disaster and loss of things. He has not experienced the loss of a home and family. He is too simple, too easy to go with the flow. If anything he is quick to adapt to the situation that he finds himself in when the mountain came. He did not cry when he found himself loss for his paws and cat-like traits; instead he had found something new to draw any feeling of loss from.
His mind ticked like a clock, working and questioning all that happened around him now. This sort of perspective could have easily come from his mother. She had found the world in many ways to be fascinating and information him of it all. She had pushed for Rome to be more adventurous and question all that came to his mind. She had pushed for him to find simple joy in the littlest of things. And some day this sort of mindset, this innocent worldview of his, would push him to the very limits. There will be days he will struggle and might even throw it all away.
But for now, he is at peace with it all.
That is until she comes.
She comes in like a raging storm, a wildfire that is just beginning to burst. His nutmeg eyes are quick to find her as her voice disturbs the peace he shares with the flower. The mare’s bark does not make him grind his teeth or want to fight her back for her sarcastic words. Instead, he only smiles softly at her and takes a step back. “You should smell it for yourself,” he suggests with a tilt of his head. Rome then takes another couple steps back, allowing room for her to step forward.
His mind ticked like a clock, working and questioning all that happened around him now. This sort of perspective could have easily come from his mother. She had found the world in many ways to be fascinating and information him of it all. She had pushed for Rome to be more adventurous and question all that came to his mind. She had pushed for him to find simple joy in the littlest of things. And some day this sort of mindset, this innocent worldview of his, would push him to the very limits. There will be days he will struggle and might even throw it all away.
But for now, he is at peace with it all.
That is until she comes.
She comes in like a raging storm, a wildfire that is just beginning to burst. His nutmeg eyes are quick to find her as her voice disturbs the peace he shares with the flower. The mare’s bark does not make him grind his teeth or want to fight her back for her sarcastic words. Instead, he only smiles softly at her and takes a step back. “You should smell it for yourself,” he suggests with a tilt of his head. Rome then takes another couple steps back, allowing room for her to step forward.
ROME
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