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Uriah was born a happy, but accidental foal. His young pegasi mother had become infatuated with a charismatic, wandering unicorn one late winter when her flock returned to their spring grounds. Their love had been fleeting, but the mare was given a parting gift. The colt was born small, but healthy with both a horn and wings, and the silvery coat of his father. His mother and the other mares dotted on him through the early days of his life, being one of the first born in the season. More foals wee born, and as the days turned to months Uriah grew bigger, and his mothers' worries grew more prevalent. He was small for his age, so had her lover, but as he grew and his down fell she noticed his sickeningly small wings were bare. No contour or sensory feathers followed in their place, and as they grew the skin became smooth like an appendage. Something had gone terribly wrong, and the young colt would never fly. The mother still loved her crippled child who tried so hard to fly. Every evening he would come back to her with bloodied and bruised knees from flapping his wings and tumbling down hills as he tried desperately to lift off. Eventually he gave up all together and just sat on the hills underneath a tree, his mother right beside him as he watched the other foals flying high into the sky. He began to ponder the world around them, often stuck in his daydreams and musing as he grew older. She would have stayed with him forever, if it weren't for the pull of instinct.
As snow fell upon the ground the pull to fly to warmer pastures grew within the flock. They were fickle and nomadic in nature, and did not feel as tied to the world as others. His mother was torn in two, she did not want to leave her grounded colt alone, but the pull of the flock, and the promise of more foals to come made her follow her kin. Uriah did not like this. The young colt wailed and cried, racing through the fields after his mother and the flock who grew ever distant. The appendages that would have been spectacular wings flapping feebly against his sides. He soon lost them to the heavy snow laden clouds, and the world wept with him as he lay shivering in the frozen fields. It wasn't long before another herd of ground dwelling equine found the shivering colt, and pitying him took Uriah into their fold. A kindly, old mare took a particular liking to the child. She was a pegasi crippled like him, her wings broken and crooked. She knew his pain and comforted the sad child, who came to refer to her as Auntie. The two became attached to the hip, Uriah preferring the company of the older mare to those his age. He would listen on end to her stories of old, and she in turned tried to keep up with his ramblings. He would protect her from field rabbits and flies, and found tasty treats in the field for old mare. She would praise him for his cunning mind and diligence, and Uriah was proud.
The colt grew into a stallion, and although small Auntie would call him handsome. It was probably just to be nice though, as many mares were putt off by his weakness and deformed wings. He did not mind through, or at least tried not to, there was always the kind words of auntie to look forward to. He was content by himself or with other wanderers that happened by their herd. Uriah never saw his mother or the flock, he would see figures in the sky above, but none ever came down to great him. Or at least he thought. Bad luck always seemed to follow him, raiders from the north had found his nomadic herd. He did not know, but the leader of the warband seemed to have a grudge against his fellow equine, and that grudge fell on him as well. While the family fought hard they fell one by one, and he soon found himself and Auntie in trouble. He tried so hard to keep the attackers at bay, but he was easily tossed aside by the battle hardened warriors. He could only watch as his dear Auntie was torn apart before his eyes. Uriah ran. Fear of death had taken over the shaken stallion as he fled into the woods, the warband hot on his heels.
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- Underdeveloped wings. While normal at birth his wings only grew slightly and never produced the flight feathers needed.