Prisoner [ R / Reserved ]

Lightness and darkness. Everybody had a bit of it inside of them—no matter how miniscule either one was. And according to his father, who had said it to him bluntly, he was 50/50. Zeus didn’t appreciate being “50/50.” He knew that there was a lot more to him than his father realized. Simply because Zeus had been deemed an ‘imperfect’ child, he’d been shunned, even by his own mother. It was never put into words exactly which side of the family he got his rebellious streak from, but both of his parents refused to believe any horse in their lineage had the dishonorable personality Zeus had himself. To be completely honest, the words had hurt at first, but as time passed, Zeus grew to embrace himself and his ‘dishonorable’ personality. He had spunk, spirit, something neither of his parents would ever have. But in having these things, he had also made himself some powerful enemies. Zeus hadn’t given much thought to fighting, and therefore could be considered foolish for not training himself to be stronger, when even he himself knew that he had an enemy or two, here and there. Zeus put too much trust into his perfect older brother, Keagan. Keagan had become a wanderer, much like Zeus, but unlike Zeus, Keagan had no interest in mares. He was an intellectual, down-to-earth, preferring friends with intelligent minds than mares with desirable scents. Zeus shook his head, black mane falling lightly on his neck as he picked up a brisk canter, jumping over a small river and landing heavily on the other side, sending up a cloud of thick sand. The sand that made its way up to his face hurt his eyes, but the pain passed shortly after, and Zeus resumed his plight to greener pastures. His ears flicked back and forth, side to side, listening intently for any signs of another horse in the area. Nostrils flaring momentarily, the creamy dun stud stopped in his tracks, swiveling ears around to locate what he thought he could discern to be another horse. Deciding that, even if it was a horse, he had no will to talk to anyone at the moment, Zeus lowered his head and continued at a walk, ears still swiveling this way and that to pick up on his surroundings.

Though it was true and he had not bettered himself in fighting, Zeus was always aware of his surroundings—or at least, as much aware of them as he possibly could be. The stallion often slept only a few hours every night, sleeping a few hours and waking up to the dull glow of twilight. However, Zeus slept when he was tired, as well, as to not totally exhaust himself, though that happened rarely. Flicking his tail, Zeus stopped again, pinning his ears to his cranium and twisting his head around to the area where he’d first thought he’d heard a noise. Stomping his hoof and flaring his nostrils, Zeus stared hardly at the spot, wondering what could possibly be hiding from him. If it was hiding from him, it had a purpose to be hiding, and Zeus suddenly decided he did not want to know that reason. Ears still pinned to his cranium, though less tightly, Zeus picked up a hurried lope, black-and-cream tail flying out behind him as pointed, bi-colored hooves dug into the changing terrains—sand to dirt, dirt to grass, grass to thicker growth of grass mingled with some weeds and wild strawberries here and there, the occasional flower peeking through the long strands of grass. What Zeus was doing and what Zeus was thinking were two completely different things, therefore causing him to be rather clumsy on his flight away from where he’d come. His body brought him farther and farther away from what he was trying to avoid, but his mind plagued him with incessant curiosity and the completely absurd want to turn around and go back, to go find what that noise had been, to unveil its identity. Shaking his head and blowing a thick breath out of his nostrils, Zeus continued. Although Zeus was like his brother in the aspect he liked having diplomatic discussions with other horses, Zeus had a feeling that whoever was hiding from him did not want to have a diplomatic discussion with him. Call it a hunch, but Zeus was fairly certain of this ‘hunch’ of his. Zeus cantered until he broke out into a small sweat, which is when the stud slowed down and shook his mane, stomping his hoof on the ground and looking around him, now on his guard more than usual.

Things that follow you are not often friends—and if whatever he’d heard had followed, Zeus knew he’d be kicking himself for not training himself more. Though the stud knew that he was not completely incapable, which gave him a small boost of confidence as he neighed lowly, deep in his throat, making little noise, and started walking, now more concerned and a bit nervous than he had been when he’d first started out on this journey.

[ Sorry it's kinda crappy =\ ]

Zeus tossed his head, black-and-cream mane falling over his eyes. Snorting and bobbing his head again, pawing the ground and flicking his tail. Suddenly feeling alone, Zeus snorted and lowered his muzzle to the ground, nibbling on sweet green grass. Zeus flicked his tail again as his ears twitched back and forth as he continued to graze, moving forward ever so slowly, moving onto greener grasses. A bird flittered from one branch to another, causing a momentary disruption, and Zeus’s head shot up. Why was he so edgy today? What reason did he have to fear? The weather was wonderful, there was a small breeze, and the grass he was grazing on now was delicious! So why were his nerves so frayed? Neighing uncomfortably, Zeus stomped around in a very nervous fashion, trying his hardest to calm himself. What has gotten into me? I’m alone here, besides the occasional bird and squirrel. The only other thing out here could be either a rabbit or a fox… and I have no need to fear either of those creatures. I could easily beat off a fox if it decided to make a meal of my hooves. And a rabbit isn’t going to attack a horse… If I got so much as three feet away from it, it would make a mad dash for cover. I just need to calm down… I am acting ridiculous!