The Intoxicating Color of Red

Ahhh, the ocean. Millions upon millions of gallons of water running through it in a sight of endless blue. I can understand why one would fear the ocean, especially if one is stuck out in the middle of it. But I just can’t help but feel relaxed around it. Its salty smells comforts me, the harsh wind embraces me and I can’t help but feel at peace. I have always felt this way.

As I look down at my dark blue hooves, I feel lucky. Many would wish that they were a pony. Simply because the luxury it is to be a pony. Low taxes, good monarchs, most of them friendly and not wanting to eat you. I can see why some other races might be jealous at our fortune.

I feel sand running around my hooves and the wind that sends more into my face and eyes. It tickles despite being annoying. I quickly blink out the sand in my eyes and relish in the feeling of the warm sand between my hooves. I find it funny how some do not like the ocean or the sand. When so many other things go wrong and I feel alone, I find comfort in the sand, the ocean and the wind.

“ARRRGH!”

But then again, there are many things that brings me comfort, relaxes me. I like gardening. I like smelling the flowers and caring for them so that they can grow. The different smells they carry intrigues me. I grow many flowers in my garden. Sunflowers, roses, petunias, tulips and many more. But if I had to pick a specific type, I would say lilies are my favourites. They smell of summer, of warmth and grass. I’ve spent many years perfecting my garden. Those annoying weeds keep trying to ruin my perfect garden and no matter what I do, they keep coming back after a few months. Its frustrating.

“P-please NO!”

But what can I say? I enjoy those little weeds from time to time. That feeling grabbing them with mouth, hoof, magic? It really doesn’t matter but that feeling.

“ARRGH!”

Of ripping them up through the ground is intoxicating. I feel so alive when I find it lying on the ground, its liquids seeping through wherever they can, looking for release and return to the earth from where it once came. That is what I love. I love feeling that I'm ridding the world of what is unneeded. But not because of the savagery and the feeling of power. It is the passion of the job. to feel invigorated because I pour water on my flowers, to feel merciful when I look upon a little weed that is almost begging to be left alone even though it knows that I cannot do that. It would be a crime against my job, my passion, to let it live despite its prayers and its want for mercy. I would be lying if I said I pity the weeds.

Funnily enough, I don’t like the sun that keeps my precious flowers alive. A weird irony since I like its warmth. To me it's an eyesore, an annoyance that watches me and almost threatens me with its presence. Sometimes I wish I could put it out just for a few hours a day and enjoy the darkness as it would fall. I was almost that lucky two years ago when the sun suddenly was replaced by the moon. I was gardening when it happened. Taking care of a nasty weed that should never have seen the light of day. I like giving those particular weeds special treatment. Sometimes I dissect them while they’re still in the ground.

“GAAAARRRGH!”

Maybe even burning a small part of it off just to make it understand how nasty it really is.

“NO, NO PLEASE! GYAAAARGH!”

I can never give those weeds enough special treatment. Sometimes I stay with them for hours, making them tell me every little secret they have. Make their soft skin recoil as the intense heat withers it to dust. Being the unicorn that I am, I crave perfection in my work. Ahh, sometimes I wish weeds could scream.

Through my years, I have worked as many things, never quite sure where I belonged. I’ve been a sculptor, professor in magical matter manipulation at canterlot school for gifted unicorns and was even the personal chef for the griffin emperor most recently. The griffins were very surprised in my expertise in their culinary ways. After all, they are carnivores and ponies are not. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have taste for their ways. They made the most delicious haybacon sandwiches despite not eating such. It might have had something to do with the bacon, but i’m not entirely sure.

A pity I had to move out of my apartment in the Griffin Nations. I don’t understand what they meant with me being too weird but alas, everything changes with time so why wouldn’t I? I do miss their knives though. Their exquisitely sharp-

*Slash!*

“ARRGH!”

-Perfect knives, made from a mix of obsidian, silver and titanium. Dipped in sulfuric acid and enchanted to be almost unbreakable. I would be lying if I didn’t miss those blades and the way they could slice everything so perfectly in more pieces than before. Skin, muscle and bone couldn’t slow them down. They just cut through anything they touched. Such wonderful blades. Luckily I got one from the emperor after my years of service. I will always adore that blade above anything else.

Glancing to the right, I can see the famous city of Los Pegasus. I’ve been staying there for over a week now while trying to figure out what to do next. I would have considered it a vacation, but as it turns out, they have a lot of weeds in Los Pegasus. Who would have thought? So here I am working again. But it's more pleasure than obligation. Hopefully there won’t be anymore weeds for me to take care off after these here.

The sun is starting to go down. Unfortunate. I loose track of time when I’m taking care of weeds and other pests. But perhaps it is for the best. Wouldn’t want to be late for the meeting with that realtor tomorrow. Hopefully I find this village, she’s found, suitable for me. I would hate to go hunting for a new place to live another time.

*pant* *pant* “P-please l-let me go. I-I swear I’ll never do it again!”

Well I suppose it is time to finish up here.

“Yes, I will make sure you never do anything like that ever again.”

*Crack*

What a mess. Good thing I always have my handkerchief with me, but it probably won’t be enough to clean up this mess. My suit is all red now, will have to get it cleaned. It can get awfully messy if I don’t control myself, unfortunately. Oh well, I have a few hours to clean this up which should be more than enough, perks of being a unicorn. And then it is on the train to meet my realtor. I just hope all that this ‘Ponyville’ lives up to her words.