UnicornMagic

Blade was timid as ever. His weak hooves carried him along the dirt path he seemed to have tread for years. Leaning upon a wall by the road, he glimpsed her. Her beauty overtook him. She sat at her easel, brush in mouth, composing the most breathtaking painting his eyes had ever witnessed. As if through diving divination, she noticed his stare, the trance he had been drawn into, and dropped her brush. With each clip-clop of her hooves amidst her approach, his heart rate quickened. She came closer than other ponies, this mare who dared to speak to him. By the time she was close enough to speak, the beating of Blade's heart was all he could hear, but she broke through the din. Milk and honey seemed to flow from her voice. "Are you okay?" Blade couldn't move. His knees locked as every instinct he possessed called him to shut up. Shaking out a quick nod, he admired her. The white luster coat she wore seemed to calm the lonely colt. Her mane, a lovely shade of green, brought him near tears as it streamed down her face. A mixing palett for a cutie mark rounded out her image. She was a beautiful as her work. Suddenly afraid, the gypsy hid his crippled wings beneath his cape, protecting his bare flank from any peering eyes in addition. "Your cape is awesome!" Her call shook him. A new feeling full upon young Blade Strike: peace. For once, he looked at somepony without the immediate expectation of pain. This new, quickly brought peace quickly inspired fear which sat in his gut like a rock. And he ran. He ran from these feelings he knew had to be wrong, that could never come to pass. The sun began to set as he reached the outskirts of town. In a back alley, he made his nightly stand, resting his head against his bag. When sleep came, he dreamed of his young life, before his days in the forest. Everypony gathered around him in pairs, one colt and one filly to a set. Blade was encased by the sea, all alone and unable to escape. His cape was snatched from him and the taunts rang through the crowd. "Blank flank! Blank flank!" It became a song. A game made of his suffering. All uncaring simply because he was different. The rising sun was his deliverance from this torture. Its bright rays pulled him out of his realm of nightmares into the harsh reality that had inspired it. Though he had accepted his life of solitude, just for a moment he wished for something more. Someone to share in his adventures, to help him and not to hurt him. He galloped through town wildly, cape billowing in the wind. Returning to the town square he had last seen that snow-shaded mare, he began his search. Blade sought her in every tent and stand in the market, searching until the sun sank low in the sky. He prayed that Celestia keep the sun just a little longer, just so he could have a chance. As the last few minutes of twilight were upon the land and all light was beginning to fade, he saw her, sitting again at her easel and working busily. The fear filled pegasus galloped to her, preparing to call to her, to let her know how he longed for her. Then he saw her painting. The beauty remained, but it destroyed Blade. This was not a masterpiece of mountains or rivers or other landscapes but of herself, joined by a black-maned unicorn stallion. Upon his flank was a page, filled with words. She had chosen the exemplification of the field he could dream of competing in as her partner in this fantasy world she had created. they lay together, both their flanks adorned, seemingly mocking him, amidst a field of brilliant green. Blade knew at this point that his desire was all-for-naught, that his love was not returned t ohim. She noticed him, their eyes met for the last time. The only difference was the dark blue of Blade's eyes was sharply augmented by his tears, fully formed and falling like rain. He turned and galloped through the blurred image of the town he hardly knew, finding his way to the Everyfree Forest to finish our his days in solitude.

My username is Unicorn Magic, but I usually write under the name Blade Strike, a blank flank, crippled wing pegasus, because the irony is too great! He's very shy, really only saying what he has to and keeping his feelings and thoughts to himself, a metaphore for the meaningless blabering I obsess myself with in the real world (but who needs that?) I'm also known as Ryan Baxter on the Nintendo Charged and Gaming Charged websites (but those aren't very brony because I have to passify my employees and co-owner). I often write fan fiction, but occasionally dabble in the field of music and, of course, gaming and the like. I'm glad to part of this community. Also, be warned, I am a furry and Whovian as well as a brony, so cross-overs should be expected.