Name- Angelica

Age- 7

Gender- Mare

Personality- Spunky/ Friendly/ Hyper/ Talks A Lot/ Gets Bored Easily/ Selfless/ Puts Others Needs Before Her Own/ Loving/ Kind

Appearance- Angelica has the build of a large draft breed, although she is only 15hh. She is a red roan with an irregular blaze that starts in the middle of her face then slides to the right just under her eye. She has four white socks that cover each heavily feathered hoof. Her mane and tail are almost twice as long as normal Pegasi and her forelock covers her brown eyes. Her wings are a vibrant ruby color. The base of each feather is a dark crimson, but the tip of each is a soft, almost pink color.

Family- Angelica does not have contact to her family and she doesn't even know who they are. She has no herd, only a horse that she bumps into from time to time.

Background- When Angelica was born, her wings weren't strong enough to lift her from the ground. One of the first and only memories she has of her mother was the mare lifting her up in her own wings and flying her around until she was able to fly/ was too big to ride on her back. Her father- who she doesn't even remember- had deserted the two and led his separate family away to a new area. When Angelica was three months old, her mother had left to find water and never returned. The filly left to find protection and had been wandering around ever since.

Other- Her friend that she bumps into from time to time is a pure white yearling named Figaro that has a similar backstory but prefers to stay by himself.

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Wind whistled in Warrens ear's, he tilted his wings and allowed himself to drift down towards his Fathers castle. His royal blue and silver armour weighed Warren down, but his wings were strong enough to hold his weight and the armour. Today was a day that one might say 'special' but Warren called it a distraction from work, today was the day he was supposed to meet up with his family.

When Warren went to his family saying he wanted to be a Knight, his family only accepted on one condition. He had to visit them once a year, one the same day every year. White clouds surrounded Warren, like most of the other Pegasi Royal palaces, his family's Palace was located up in the sky. Below Warren, small spires of winding gold and Royal blue cut through the clouds like knives. Warren let out a small whinny of delight, he may not like his family to much but he always will enjoy his true home. Selsmire Palace.

Warren curved his wings in towards him and plummeted towards the landing court yard.
The sound of heavy hooves filled the court yard as Warren landed on the polished marble that made up the court yard. Two pale Pegasi trotted up beside Warren, both dressed in armour. Warren snorted, both of them were pathetic excuses for guards. Warren sighed and turned his attention to the castle doors. "Alright, let's do this.."

Angelica cantered through the woods. She couldn't find a place that she could lift off, so she slowed to a trot, her eyes scanning the trees. She had to be able to see the sky before she could try to fly but all she could see were leaves and branches. Her heavy steps made deep beating sounds as she trotted through the brush and sticks. After a few minutes of wandering, she found a break in the tree line. Angelica cantered through then opened her red wings, the sunlight glinting off of each shiny feather. She beat her wings two good times and her heavy set body lifted into the air. She dodged tree limbs until she was above the tops of the greenery. Angelica gave a whinny of pure joy as she soared through the clouds. She could see the place where her Father had abandoned her, so she turned the opposite direction and flew. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew it was somewhere. She spotted Figaro flying around above a pond so she decided to go talk to him. "Hey Fig" she called, besting her wings and gaining speed. She slowed as she approached. "Oh hey Angelica. Where are you headed today?" He asked. He stopped moving and hovered above the water. His white coat looked dull because of his not-so-recent dust bath. "No where in aprticular. Take a dip in the water, I think you need it" she ordered playfully. The yearling shook his white head then flew a few yards away. "Bye Angel" he said. Angelica flew away after giving a nicker in response. "Time to explore" she breathed, letting the rush of wind take her words away.

Warren was led into the vast Selsmire Foyer, the familiar large wooden table carved to look like a clouds with a flat topside. A vase of Blue Flax flowers sat in the middle, setting off the white wash on the table. A small ball of joy welled in Warrens chest, he remembered when he was younger and running around this very room, after his older brothers. The guard on his right snorted, reminding him that he had somewhere to be.

Warren shuffled his wings and started forward, his tail swinging back and forward. The guards guided Warren towards the Royal Dinning room. Soon enough a small smirk of amusement decorated Warrens face, these guards didn't know the castle as well as he did. One of the guards turned and apologised to Warren, "Sorry, Milord, we are... lost" he said, his silver coat shimmering beautifully in the golden sunlight. Warren looked over at the guard and gave him a harsh nip, "you should know your way around the castle by now!" Warren flicked his ears "Lucky I was raised here" he said. Warren guided himself and the guards back towards the direction of the Royal dinning hall. Warren heard the guards sigh in relief once the large gold and blue doors came into view, they soon hurried forward and opened the doors for him. Warren tilted his head and glanced inside the doors, a long gold rimmed table occupied the room, at the head of the was his mother and fathers gold and blue thrones. His mothers throne was a little smaller then his fathers, bringing attention towards his father.
As Warren walked inside the hall the heads of his Mother, Father, brothers and sisters turned to him, greeting him with intrigued gazes. Warren felt embarrassment well up inside his chest, it had been a while since he had been with his family.

Angelica beat her wings harder and harder with each passing minute. She may be brown and her wings may have matured, but they were still significantly smaller than normal horses, and her added weight didn't help much either. She shook her head as she landed in a field. She noticed that part of the field looked darker than the rest of the field. She glanced around. There weren't any trees or clouds. She trotted into the shadow then looked around "what is happening?" She looked up and saw a small orb in the sky. If she focused harder, she could see shapes. It wasn't a cloud or a ball, it was a structure! Angelica took a bite of the sweet grass before lifting off toward the sky. She got about halfway to the structure when her wings began to weaken. She floated to the ground, an exhausted look crossing her features. Angelica walked in a circle, her feathers around her hooves fluttering with every step. "How do I get up there?" She began to brainstorm

Warren nervously shuffled his wings again, his gaze flittered over his four brothers, two of which now had their own children and his three sisters, One who has been wed but hasn't produced any children yet. Finally his gaze met with his mothers, Warren watched as a look of rage crossed her face. Warren knew that his mother was angry at the fact he had chosen to become a Knight rather then stay with his family, especially when he was her favourite and youngest son. Suddenly his armour felt heavy and stiff, unlike the near second coat he was used to. "U-uh.. Greetings.. honourable family!" Warren declared suddenly, unlike other Knights, Warren had never been good with crowds, much less high ladies.

Next to his mother, The King chortled "My! I forgot how awkward my youngest son was!" At his words, the whole table of his siblings and their children and spouses burst out laughing. Once again, embarrassment graced Warrens skin. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his mothers feathers ruffle with agitation, he spotted the mare coming towards him. "Theres a spot over near Izar's young colt, Alewar" his mother inclined her head towards the empty space between the youngster and his father, Izar, who was now watching Warren carefully. Warren snorted nervously and thanked his mother, she may be angry at him for his choice but at least she still looked out for him. The Knight could feel the stares of his Royal family as he made his way between Alewar and Izar. Warren looked at his brother, who was undoubtedly staring back at him "you have grown" Izar said, his eyes raking Warren "filled in nicely, though I will never understand why you became a Knight" the eldest brother continued on. Warren opened his mouth to speak but his brother kept talking "Wouldn't it have been better to get a wife and settle down?" Frustration welled up inside of him, the more his brother spoke, the more it grew. Until it snapped like a band. "SEE! THIS IS WHY I LEFT! I AM NEVER HEARD OVER YOU, ANY OF YOU! EVEN THE GOD DAMN SERVANTS TALK MORE THEN ME!" Warren exploded, his eyes rolling madly and his teeth bared, though he knew he would never hurt any of them. It seemed this was the only way to let him speak. Beside him, Alewar trembled with fear- it's not every day your uncle that you never see explodes, right?
Warren shook he head, "Excuse me" he said, leaving the table. Technically he wasn't allowed to leave the castle yet, but that didn't mean he had to stay for the luncheon. All he had to do was stay for the rest of the day, and he knew more then one spot he could hide from his family.