There had been a time when she had kept to the shadows, separated from the world in a constant state of nerves and uncertainty. The darkness was all she trusted. A means of comfort and security, she had cocooned herself there for a number of years. Her mother, never one to concern herself much with the well being of others had taken over her mind at a young age to extract revenge on some poor soul. It had left the chestnut mare fragmented for a time, and she had only just recovered. Occasionally she felt the fear and self-doubt seep forward into her consciousness, she had to work hard to keep them at bay. While she still was more nervous that many, she no longer was such a total wreck. A few years had done her well, and she had been able to calm her mind.
Tirzah had been alone for some time, unsure what had happened to her twin during the time her mother occupied her mind, and had not been in a state to be able to find her after. So she had accepted her solitude. In her time alone she had briefly joined the Valley but had long since wandered on her own. Now however she was better and hoped to leave the solitude for good. In the late summer air, the meadow in which she stood was bustling with activity, and she stepped out exhaling away her nerves. She felt the warmth wash over her and she was glad for it. The need for her to succeed was of the utmost importance to Tirzah. The wind struck her face and lifted her reddish mane cooling her from the humidity of late summer. Each step reassured her that she was ready, Prague- her selfish mother, could no longer hurt her, and she had found herself again. For now, she would settle into the meadow here, with the tall grasses and enjoy the sunlight. the pressure of a territory would come soon enough, but she would wait until the commotion of the meadow was less overwhelming.
Tirzah
In a maw world, only the mad are sane
trying to find a better fitting voice for her from my first attempt with her. also it late so i didn't have time to write more. soooo there it is. >.>