To the core.

Cracks of light broke through the everlasting black, gifting the beats that lurked among the terra sight. Several bellows of challenge were screamed by superior stallions, willing to risk anything. But as those strong, merciless stallions are probably unaware of, they were all just bait to the most powerful of all, who goes by the name of 'Fafer'.
Daggers shoved the dry, arid soil out of the way of the coming great Friesian. His stance strong, his eyes deep and streaked with true rage and hatred, and his matted banners messily spread over his rippling, muscular body. His slef-ego matched his appearance. Chains, stained with a red liquid were imprinted into his body, rusting against the withering flesh. A metal bit, shoving into Fafer's hard mouth, recreating the clotted wounds in his gums. Oh how he wished to rip the earth to its core, oh how he wished to rip every being apart limb by limb, oh how he desired to demand mercy from all his victims, everybody. Nobody could defeat him. Nobody could face him without retreating making contact with Fafer's unforgiving eyes.