Her name suited her well, her venomous words slipping smoothly
from her tongue. Very few saw the lonliness beneath the surface or the hand reaching out for help.
She hadn't asked to be this way.
Satin had been abandoned, and during that time had become hostile
and antisocial. She lost all hope in humanity and expected to be alone for eternity.
Until a hand finally reached back for her.
Now the scared, kind mare that is masked so very well is rarely
revealed, and only to those she completely trusts.
Her past is not known and if asked, she would admit that it is
probably better that way.