Korona Karyuudo: I've got nothing more to say than this is my favorite prompt yet. =) So um, yeah first prompt is mine!
ffgtfgtr: This one's a really good one too, though our perspectives on this are quite different. Oh yeah, and I thought of this prompt :D My parents must be so proud.
Prompt: Bird Keeper + Shoes
Info: Okay so this one is kind of weird, but it came out pretty great. The bird keeper VS. shoes. Crazy isn't it?
Disclaimer: Remember children! Birds in the real world are NOT Pokemon. If you try to fly on them, you WILL fall and die (first considering if you even succeed mounting one in the first place). Don't do this in the real world. But, if you want to be a bird keeper, then by all means, do so. We don't own Pokemon.
Together; that's how it has always been and that's how it will always be.
Together we soar through the skies as opposed to walking down bleak roads, soles of our feet thump thump thumping against the hard ground. High up in the deep blue sky we fly, catching wind drafts, elevating a tad more, then dropping a couple feet.
Together, swimming through the air, wings of my beloved Pidgeotto flapping up, down, up, down like a human wearing flippers during a deep sea dive.
Navigating gracefully, with impeccable trust in one another, cutting through the billowing white clouds and leaving disappearing imprints as we keep on going. Flip-flop patterns on the beach disappearing under the waves.
We are a perfect fit.
Ever since catching my flying friend, my faithful Pidgeotto, we've been through many adventures. Although, they all have one thing in common; a love for the skies.
The whooshing sound in my ears grew louder as my hair wildly whipped around my head. A spin, a dive, a loop-de-loop, and once more a vertical course became apparent. With our destination nearing I think back. Through everything we've been through, the thrills, the excitement, the adventure; it would seem likely that we wore out a pair of comfortable combat boots.
But, no. I digress.
Our friendship was much grander than that, more like a pair of stiletto heels twisting, spinning around beautifully on the dance floor to the graceful, calming music. Or, better yet, ballet shoes that uplifted the wearer, with the utmost precision twirling, leaping through the air. Either way, Pidgeotto and I had a bond that would last forever.
We were the perfect pair, the perfect fit, and the perfect shoes that would last through anything:
Together.
Freedom.
The ultimate advantage of being a bird.
Wherever, whenever, you can be there, getting there with just what you have.
No need for extra supplies, just the wings on your back and the cars underneath for when you just really have to go. Hey, what can they do about it?
The wings, for all intents, would be shoes of sorts, keeping your feet from touching the ground and carrying you to where you'd need to be.
Of course, they're ten times better.
Wings let you fly; shoes let you jump.
Wings mean your feet don't hurt at all; shoes can still give you blisters and don't provide complete protection.
Wings are there when you're born; shoes are manufactured, bought at a store and thrown away like diapers.
Wings are far more preferable to shoes, from anyone's point of view.
So tell me this: Why haven't we made them usable for us humans?
Why can't we be free?
Korona Karyuudo: Alright, well I have no clue when the next one will be updated, but check back for it kk? Assuming you're interested that is... Bye! - Torrie
ffgtfgtr: Uhh... what she said? *obviously can't think of anything to say*
