he laid low the warriors of old
The world is still bright and a beautiful place through the very eyes of the once-spotted horse. In some ways it had been a blessing to be born, unknowing of the world in its mixed ways of beauty and disaster. As a young colt, he had been born with a clean slate, a past that did not hold him down or obligations to keep him in one place. However, there had been circumstances that shaped and ripped at his blank canvas—creating a master piece, not yet a disaster.
There are many opportunities for when you are merely a blank slate. As for Rome, he had been one of the lucky ones. He has yet to find anything in this world to crush his childlike mindset. There still, and might always lie, a pure innocence that disappears quite often when you grow up. But for Rome, it was very different, he looked at the world with a different idea. It was also quite possible that he might never lose his innocent curiosity of the world and all that holds.
Rome did not fret when the world took away his ocelot features. Instead, he was quite pleased with his new set of wings and strange set of hooves that replaced his paws. His new physical features had been daunting at first but Rome made sure to make the best of it. He found it he enjoyed the feel of the hooves, but thought little of missing his paws. Maybe one day he would be able to run on his paws and be the fastest horse again. As for his wings, well, he hasn’t quite figured them out—maybe in time he might.
The young boy, almost grown into his adulthood, stands in the middle of the meadow. His familiar nutmeg eyes flicker across the snow patched land. The day is warmer than most of the days, evidence that winter was almost days away from disappearing. He has started to see the budding of flowers and all other plants. Rome has always enjoyed all seasons, but he particularly liked spring and winter. So, it was not out of character for him to sit here and enjoy the warm afternoon and simply appreciating the works of nature.
There are many opportunities for when you are merely a blank slate. As for Rome, he had been one of the lucky ones. He has yet to find anything in this world to crush his childlike mindset. There still, and might always lie, a pure innocence that disappears quite often when you grow up. But for Rome, it was very different, he looked at the world with a different idea. It was also quite possible that he might never lose his innocent curiosity of the world and all that holds.
Rome did not fret when the world took away his ocelot features. Instead, he was quite pleased with his new set of wings and strange set of hooves that replaced his paws. His new physical features had been daunting at first but Rome made sure to make the best of it. He found it he enjoyed the feel of the hooves, but thought little of missing his paws. Maybe one day he would be able to run on his paws and be the fastest horse again. As for his wings, well, he hasn’t quite figured them out—maybe in time he might.
The young boy, almost grown into his adulthood, stands in the middle of the meadow. His familiar nutmeg eyes flicker across the snow patched land. The day is warmer than most of the days, evidence that winter was almost days away from disappearing. He has started to see the budding of flowers and all other plants. Rome has always enjoyed all seasons, but he particularly liked spring and winter. So, it was not out of character for him to sit here and enjoy the warm afternoon and simply appreciating the works of nature.
ROME
tarnished x lucrezia
@[Nicole]