There was nothing telling on the outside to indicate his true moods. Zacharael was grateful that he'd learned just how to hide the deadly madness that sometimes overtook him in the most strangest times. The fits would come and then they would go. Usually it left him shell shocked at the carnage that he would discover relatively nearby. To think that he had all this rage locked up inside of him just waiting for an opportunity to spill over the walls he'd erected deeply convinced in false hopes that he could control it. But it seemed as if it were not to be the case. Time after time he'd stagger around in confusion wondering just what had occurred. He recalled the words that Sangria had once spoken to him when he was just a foal. Although that time he had had alone with his mother had been tainted by the presence of Naraku, Zacharael had grown up with the knowledge that this madness was possibly inherited.
The stallion stopped dead in his tracks as his memory probed a bit deeper into his foal hood. There had been one time that he'd been left alone with the sinister being his mother called an ally. Naraku had been quiet though, almost deep in thought the entire time, and Zacharael had closed his eyes to rest. Although his eyes were closed Zacharael had picked up on sounds of movement around him before giving no further thought to them. As he rested Zacharael had no idea that his mother's ally was plotting something for the foal. Something that would ultimately affect him in the worst way.
