paraplexed (beta)

My hooves vigorously bumping of the ground continuously with horrifying sounds echoing and harmonizing with the beating sound of my own heart. This sound is undesirably growing with haste galloping to avoid my own grave. Running away running away from them everything feels like it's not real. I was a test subject for a new breed of super soldiers , but it went wrong, and I have done things that I regret and had no choice to. The influence of the sky can not penetrate the peripheral boarder of the big tall intimidating trees having wrinkly withered and darkened aged bark that was fitted into humongous trunks and enormous branches with bore thick dark green leaves on branches I can only view the odd patch of black or grey through them. able to grant me enough velocity to rummage through the giant thrushes..

Traveling though the main narrow jagged ravished path of the forest in which each side of my horizon was monopolized by daunting old trees. The trees resisting up in systematic chaos, the bark is as thick as brick and each trunk of every tree growing crookedly, in which some of the trunks intertwining with each other as the thrush like leaves also mangling and catching around one another and lying on top of one another. Looking towards the sky hearing the the cold strong wind failing to ventilate the roof. more and more droplets of sweat composing down the sides of my face dripping in awkward motions. Every single tree looking asexual in appearance. Trying my best keeping my hopes up and focusing on the bridge but it's so difficult with the inhaling and exhaling of the cryptic vocals.

The bridge is in my grasp just a few more hoof steps. A battlefield going on in my head the voices rasping endless quails and at the same time trying assuming to the bridge hooves are just about touching the boarder line of the bridge. Running over the bridge and looking down seeing a wide deep pale blue river flowing under the bridge sparkling hints of minty green sprinkles with the reflections of the stars fizzing up the water.

The night sky making its appearance as now I could accurately view the sky. Dusk mantling and the night becoming more apparent. The darkened sky digesting the daylight and belching out its dark purple patches and minty breath stars and reigning genocide on all of the the remaining fractures of blue and white.The voluminous pale full moon now appearing as a sphere on in the center of the sky,the moon in the middle of the darkness as the minty green stars twinkling like winking eyes which jinxed me as I continued galloping , following the path . Taking a sudden glimpse the left viewing a distinctive looking house very much like a tree with one light left on top right hand window .The window rendering half way open, slightly flapping about in the sheer wind .The house looks like a bloated tree trunk seeming like a proper house size fit with branches and thorough green leaves serving its purpose as being the roof of the residence .From my distance and perspective seeming like the house has bird houses.The cottage is completely separated from any other structures as a small pain circular field was mounted around the proximity of the house with green bushy tall green trees stood on each side of the field.

Going with my decision proceeding down the path but feeling myself growing tired and worn out .Sweat flowing down my mane and coat on to my hooves , my breath becoming more demanding for air and my hooves and legs feeling bruised. I demanded to keep moving on but i unfortunately knew I had to stop.Trying to keep accelerating as bushy tree after tree passing by me, making out see a decent tree by a lake that . It's tall with its light brown tinted bark with coarse green leaves that could shelter me from the daylight and make me seem subtle. My eyes surrendering as my eyes are becoming more and more blurred. Just almost there now to the tree. I needed to get to the tree as i soon as i could ,my body would most definitely not permit me over demanding energy and the fringe of my long red make clinging to my right eye and spots of my mouth which is not contributing to my efficiency. Flinging myself releasing all emotions of panic and stress plunging into the soft muddy grass surrounding the circumference of the tree mud spattering over my face.

Finally conceiving the chance to move the fringe of my mane out of my eyes standing up as straight as a spire. Scrubbing all of the mud and sweat out of my pupils with the fleshy part of my hooves and Flapping my long wings out and about to getting rid of all the excess sweat and debris that might have been trapped.

I now saw nothing but the deep rotund dense deep brown bark with cracks like wrinkles seeing millions and millions of different designs crossing ,forking with each other and even following each other and eventually going off in there own path.

Swiftly turning my head to see the river the great river that went horizontal by my side and dividing and forking into two other banks about fifty hooves from where I am . The other banks having trees similar to my one turning to the water.
The water is transparent by the gloss of the minty green stars appearing like surreal crystals projecting their appearance on the water performing with their thick salty like structure which making the water look like glitter being aided by the startling moon as its reflection spreading to the river. The waves rippling over like folds in the saturation and gently splashing against the shore. Over at the far end of the river the two slabs of land were separated the water showing no reflection, the moonlight having no effect in spotting at the darkened banks where the previous forest lay with the hedge roof enacting as a shield to block out the moonlight.

The atmosphere being dead quiet with most the sound of the wind wallowing against the skin of the water, the top layer of the water was gently divulging as the top layer gathered in a small to the right, exposing another layer of water. This river itself playing a melody with the wind as for a moment hearing the durable wind splashing the water and “fuming” through the atmosphere.

Starring down at the muddy ground again forcing myself out of the mushy terrain with drops and plops of soggy, floppy mud lingering to my undercoat and the bottom of my face. Standing up on my four hoofs and leaning against the tree trunk for support . My wavy fringe swinging over my right eye getting back up .Patrolling cautiously away from the tree trunk to observe if anybody was around, still nothing but the sound of the water rippling and the wind blowing. Seeming quiet but safe enough. The sticky gummy mud clinging on to my coat irritating my body. Choosing to head down to the river to wash it off seeming like a good idea.

Residing to the inner banks of the river as i the mushy muddy grassy landscape under my hoofs advancing its self into a moist and dissolving smooth brown sea bed. The waves splashing on to my hooves seeping its self into each of the dents of them . Continuing to walk into the water until the water is deep enough for me. Gently pushing my self into the river with the water rigidly turning to ripples.

The water feeling freshly cold as the waves confiscating the mud that was clung to my body surrendering effortlessly to the waves of the river fusing the mud residue with itself as it crashed against the riverbank. The water feeling good with its chilling blanket wrapping itself around my body tightening its presence around my coat. Laying my wings flat in the water and slowly progressing to the center and to more deeper parts of the lake, my wings keeping me up in the water splashing the water gently cleaning the stress and stiffness out of them. The water invading into the cracks and layers of my wings, it's especially relaxing as the waves gentle tapped against where my wings connected to my body. Swiftly dunking my head into the river as a of cold shock between the water and the air as I pulled my head out of the water. My vision bogging and goggling as my face going under the water.My entire fringe covering my face as the rest of my mane sealing around my neck.

The cold sharp wind beginning to pace faster as the wind firmly blowing my fringe to the back of my scalp and lifting my head up. Feeling especially to feel the wind exerting its force on my face clearing out my eyes and taking my time in the river appreciating the cool liberating aqua. Returning to the tree with my body feeling unfamiliar to the atmosphere and retreating under the tree resuming staring at the lake.The heavy wet trapped within my coat , mane, and wings. Letting my soaking wet wings lie down idly on the grass , feeling satisfactory and sensing the dark smooth mud moisturizing neutralizing the stress and tension that was affecting the inner wing and the thick rims.

Lying with my back to the tree looking at the immersive range of scenery . I was sitting there as the water flowed down my body, integrating itself with the tacky mud.

Thinking I heard a sudden movement and possible breath my senses alerted as a stab of sheer panic ran down my spine.

Stationing myself at the tree trying to look around the left of the trunk seeing nothing. Suspecting another step admitting with my back becoming stiff as as stone. Standing up unwillingly to get a better view of what was on the left .Sliding out my head seeing if someone was there. a quiver of leaves with the wind blowing them. Looking at the left to see if anything was about to emerge from a tree or bush, still nothing, Keeping my attention still on the left side. Just sounds of the water constantly rippling with the odd wave splashing .Rolling my self against the tree a bit more to see behind the other close by trees , nothing not even an animal or insect. Just the sound of the leaves and the bushes. Thinking it's just the natural the sounds of the environment. Placing my head back at the trunk looking down at the river , nothing. Turning to the right this time but it was the same to the left. Viewing the river again with the back of my head at the trunk. Leaning forward a bit staring at the river paying close attention to the ripples and waves. no movement at all. Another like hoof step sound was mumbled turning to the left again feeling the back of my head painfully colliding with the tree trunk....