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Post by Skye-Blue. on Mar 26, 2013 17:19:53 GMT -5
My name is Autumn Spirit, but, please, call me Autumn. I am three years of age, my breed is straight mutt, a mustang I am a female, my height is 14.2hh, my coat is mainly palomino, my eyes are chocolate brown, and I have many white paint splotches along my body.
She was born in Efre, to a mother who loved her dearly and a father who wanted a son. She was raised harshly, unshielded from the ways of the wild- death, plague, and destruction. For all this, she had a fairly good foalhood, nothing for her to complain about. -- At the age of two a colt from a neighboring herd took to courting her, though her father didnt approve of him. Being the type she was, Autumn did not return his affections, instead turned him in the direction of another- her best friend. She was glad they found love, and harbored no ill will towards the pair. -- At the age of three she left the herd, not wanting to burden her father with any more mouths to feed- especially those who were moochers. Autumn couldnt be bred by him and she couldnt fight, so of what use was she?
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