Stepping High (Echo)

[[Aziz]]

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[atrb=background,http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb404/InfernoLarka/Switchblade2.png] With quick, long strides, the tall pinto stallion cantered toward the crystal waters of the beautiful lake. It had been a while since he'd been here, and he'd missed the place. Slowing as he reached the banks, Switchblade looked around. The flowers were blooming, the grass was thick and bright, and the waters were as smooth as ever. Sighing, Switch took a few steps closer, lowering his long neck down to the water's edge to take a drink of the sweet, pure liquid. When he was finished, he lifted his velvet muzzle, water droplets falling from his dark maw. As Switchblade gazed around him, he was overtaken by loneliness. The urge to raise himself and scream a challenge to the wind was undeniable, and he did so. His forehooves struck at the sky as he reared, letting out a shrill scream. It was not one of terror, nor of excitement, but rather a scream to tell the world that he was here. He existed, and nothing would stop him from living his life the way he chose to live it. He was a good-hearted stallion, strong and fierce, and he would protect his way of living to the end of his life. As his hooves returned to the wet earth, he tossed his creamy mane and let out a soft nicker. "My name is Switchblade." He whispered to the wind, his hazel gaze sweeping around him. Tightening his muscles, he threw himself forward, bucking his heels upward and setting off at a gallop around the lake. His tail was raised and streaming behind him like a banner, cream mane whipping around his neck as the wind played with it. His strides ate up the ground as he dashed around the water, tossing his head and kicking up his heels like a young colt.