Name: Autumn

Age: Depends on usage (Filly-Fully grown mare)

Breed: Mustang

Sire and Dam: Unknown

Siblings: Lorem (Brother) And Tenebra (Brother).

Mate: Swerve (Sm123)

Crushers: Open

Foals: None for now

Personality:A very level-headed mare. She's intellegent, knows what's good for her and when appropriate to keep out of trouble. Despite this, her mind can be frayed and frazzled at times, which tends to make her worry about things that aren't all that important.

Herd: The same as Spirit's.

Relation to spirit: Read history

History:

Autumn was the oldest out of her, and her two brothers. She felt it was her responsibility to take care of them, make sure they were safe, happy, and fed well.

She'd grown up at a small stable, used for riding lessons. She was never used herself for the lessons, for she was just a young foal when she'd been there, but she'd always despised it. She had dreams, dreams to be free, dreams to run away from the rotting stable and be free. 

Of course, not without her brothers.

When she reached adolscence, that was when she'd finally come to her decision. She'd been told the riders were going to begin to ride her the next evening, along with her brothers: something she would NEVER put up with, or watch her brothers endure. So, that night, she'd gathered her brothers, and attempted to escape.

She found it wasn't hard. Albeit, the stables had been locked, but a simple buck with her strong back hooves easily knocked it down. The rest was easy: Rotting fences, weak from years of out of control horses, boardered the meadows. She'd easily jumped them, and then tore them down with her front hooves for her brothers to get through.

At last, she was free. Galloping through the forests that surrounded the meadows, she felt the fresh air flowing through her long mane. She felt the rush, and she enjoyed it. She enjoyed every living minute of it.

Eventually, she'd come across a herd. It was lead by no other than Spirit himself. She'd needed to join them, desperately. They'd need protection from wild beasts. They'd need water, meadows to graze on. What better way to get all of that than with a herd?

She'd done her best to persuade the horses of the herd, showing then they could trust her, showing them she didn't mean harm and she was useful to them. Reluctantly, they'd allowed her to stay, but they'd kept a close eye on her and her brothers for several months.

After several months of being in the herd, everything now peaceful. Nothing more than the occasiona cougar disturbed the everasting peace.

During this time, she met Swerve.

He was always over protective of his sister, Soft. It reminded her of her brothers, but more extreme. He worried far more about her tthan she ever did about her brothers, but she found that was part of her charm. She constantly has to reassure him she was independent, and able to take care of herself, but it didn't bother her. She loved him with all her heart, and that's all she needed.

he lived out the rest of her days in the herd, with Swerve. Soft was always a part of her life, always there with Swerve, but it never bothered her. It wasn't a problem, and Swerve wouldn't have it any other way.

(c) Render: Me