Renegeade awaits.

Rage congealed his blood to a thickened paste. The stallion pinned his ears back, pinning them to the nape of his neck. Renegeade shifted his stance with increasing anger, willing the day's death to come closer. Oh, how he yearned for the black that covered the lands at night. Oh, how he felt the need the rip, shred, tear the earth's core in two, releasing his anger for the world to witness. He snorted rudefully, blinking his dark eyes and baring his daggered fangs. The ground crumbled and rocked as the stallion threw himself onto his hind legs, then plunged at the ground. Snarling, Renegeade paced away...