Zak

Zak, a brown zorse, came cantering into the prarie. His colorations didn't help conceal himselt at all-- he stuck out in the bright colors like a sore thumb.
Setting that fact aside, he quickly made his way to an area of shorter grasses, where they didn't come up so high. That's where he lifted his head higher and peered around, auds swiveling in every direction. He was half zebra and half mustang, resulting in such a creature as himself. He would have been better off in Africa, maybe, but here? That was as impossible as water running up a mountain.
Giving a harsh snort, finally deciding that all was safe and normal, he dropped his dial to the grasses below. He began lipping them up, and heartily chewing them before swallowing the food hungrily. Maybe he would go out to find some of his own kind-- and by that, he meant equines. He often put his unique pelt aside and didn't let it bother him. He had to admit, he was proud of it at the least. He was different from all the others around here, and not in a bad way.