She loved to look her best. Dressing in only the most intricate of dresses, always making sure she had a hat that matched perfectly. Mauve would decorate herself with pearls and flowers, and before it all spend countless hours preening her fur. In the end though, it was all for naught. For what was the point of dressing beautifully if she was never allowed further from her home than the backyard?"Never have I felt so trapped."
Mauve's parents were loving, or as loving as overly busy and rich parents could be. It was because of this that they feared for her safety, and thus, forbid her from leaving her home unattended. Oh, should she be allowed to leave, she was to be accompanied by one of the guards. Mauve despised being watched like a child. She was in her prime, and wanted the chance to fend for herself. These thoughts became maddening, to the point that Mauve finally acted on instinct.
It was difficult to take off from the windowsill of her room with her garb, but Mauve refused to be rid of it. Her large tail wasn't much help, this only gave the griffin more determination to flap her wings harder. She would be free, and make sure that other anima knew how beautiful she was. Little did she know that the world would be less than kind to her, but this experience was the price of freedom and coming to be.
Soon this became a die-hard habit, escaping from her window whenever her parents were gone, only to swoop back in moments before her parents arrived home. It will only be a matter of time however, before this bird is caught and locked away in her cage once more.