His bay form wended through the sparse trees on the edges of the land of his Allies, the Outlaws. This form was Switchblade and he was determined to claim this land. His midnight dipped pillars carried the mustang easily into the lands he was going to claim. He already had a name for it too. Switch was going to call this place Hidden Fire as the sun always made it seem as if there were a fire hidden beneath the grounds.

He trotted into the place and stopped parting his maw. He let a cry echo out across the lands. "I am Switchblade and I claim this land forever more to be called Hidden Fire. I shall be her King!" Then the bay stallion explored the lands he was King of and then he climbed a rock and looked out over the land as another entered he leapt gracefully to stand in front of them and let his lyrics enter the space between them. "Hello Wanderer, welcome to Hidden Fire. I am her King Switchblade. Enjoy your stay." Then he disappeared but he always watched the stranger.