paraplexed (beta)

Chapter Five the vista
Rolling onto my side feeling a convoluting sinking feeling toggling from my back onto the side of my coat and my withdrawn dragon wing. I opened my eyes to see a pale frosted mist that hovered over a long strand of sand streched along as most of it gradually surrdenered to the minty froth.It was quite distinctive in the complete darkness. I could hear the harshness of the waves vehemently splashing onto the shore compromising a white lining of effervescent residue onto the sea bed. The rain retained it’s abudantcy in which it resumed excerting down with remorseless aptitude. As I looked towards the sea, not being able to distingush anything , just hearing the animonosty of the sea as the rain insuniated the waves like shards of glass,as the sound of smashing overbeared the balance of my hearing from one echoy ear to the other one. Suddenly a zig-zag of lightning ignited the horizon of the night with a dying brittle yellow for a few seconds as I saw the black sea malformating an overscaled black wave which was heading right towards me as it concaved its scoop aiming towards the part of the seabed close to me . As the lightning redunded , my sight and hearing rendered futile.

The vines openmindedly hung loose around the thick natural brown wooden ledge in which the soft fluffy thick cotton duvet retreated over my body as i could feel it in the different layers of my wings flattened over the bed but still under the duvet , and the amible, gentle matress resided floatingly under my back. I resumed to the ceiling , where the wood planks and the ceiling arched, with the vines again as the birdhouses hung from the ceiling incredabily still as the silence from an almost invisibly thin black thread which hung diagonally apart from each other with both of the birdhouses divided by the long wooden plank at the right of me. I exumed my head towards the circular window , in which the residue of the daylight was less texturised as the glares of light only suceeded their beam around the four sub -frames of the windows. The global colour and mood of the room had morphed into a supressed one , with no sound of anything accelerating through the atmosphere. The air was recognisably cooler with the coolness excerting itsself against the top of my eyelids, hovering under my nose , cooling the rims of my nostrils as it shaped into them with the air being recited by into itself from my breath. I churned my hoofs over my eyes again and looked at the wooden frame with the wall paper. The back of my head was cushioned by the two inner halves of each pillow. The daylight unsuceeded to reach the far end of the room in which the grey daylight became less accentuated as the light was dimming from the circular window and there appeared to be no light amplifing from the window on my far right. I moved my head foward as my mane mopped as thick red straws unconfortably rested in front of my face. I slugged my body to the far left side of the matress with the shuffling sound of the duvet covers and the crumbling of the bed fracturing the atmosphere.
I indolently moved my body unwards against the wooden frame in which the duvet cover resided itself just at my bottom two hooves with my stomach feeling unrecognised with the cool air . The light was dimming gradualy in which the wall paper oppoisite of me was withdrawed its milky pink appearance and the wooden frames being restructured in grey. The light was resituating itself beside the wall it was fitted in. Looking down at the bed . I moved my eyes from the bed to the floor , the concentration of the pine green was no longer visible, not even the cracks and parting lines from each slab of wood becoming recessive to the darkening . I shaped my hooves into my eyes , as i my vision toggled from white to black as the gaps between my eyes and my hooves were smuged as I could feel my soft thick mane flow over and resting on the back of my hooves. I swirled myself to the edge of the bed with my bottom two hooves hanging over the bed with my mane moving from side to side. I lethargicly aimed at the floor with my two hooves and attempted to anchor my self. I could feel a sheer cold patch under the fleshy patches of my hoof. I brushed against the side of the duvet cover at it was hanging over the bed.
My hooves felt slightly dead in which I unholstered my wings to add to my balance. I barely saw the banisers in which I proceeded futher to the first step of the stairs. Not focusing any attention on anything else. Oddly there was no light admitting from the stairs and there were no sounds accept for the rigid excellerating wind ratting from one side of the room to the other. The hoofsteps echoed and I stopped as the first stair. I inspected down at my legs which slightly sitted over the debut gradation as it slotted between into the glossy side frames that sat assembled at the side of the stairs. I moved my right hoof onto the next step as the sound clumped into the air. I wrapped my wing around the banistair feeling is gloss under my wing. I alloted my right leg on the next step while the resulting clamp reverbrated under the raucous clamoring of the gale.
Hoof by hoof I decended down the stairs with awkwardly as the glossness of the baniseter under my dragon wing. The dynamics of the grey daylight was excentuating its breath at the decline of the stairs. The thump of my feet plumped against the wooden stairs as the first floor was becoming easier to see. A slight bumping of pots interrupted the winds performance just before I placed my first hoof on the ground floor. I angled my body with my front two hoofs stationed on the floor with the remaining hoofs planted at the third last step. I starred aimlessly at the light greying wood. I shifted my front two hooves further towards the floor and the other two hooves on the floor.This room appeared to be alot more radiant in which the daylight was still grey but I could make out long dark brown smooth rectangular slate of wood that was fitted all over the floor in which fitted in varied intervals with the creases of wood not being matched.
I followed this pattern with my eyes to the right until I notice a wooden door frame that was leading to another room that was fitted with the same trend and floor. Dark green wallpaper surrounded the floor which was fitted at the right wall in that room diagonal to me. It was placed right in the centre of the wall with an even darker shade of green which was divided in half vertically with a black thin frame as four other thick black frames divided the windows into a total of four overall sections with the top of the window smoothly arching into a blunted curve as so was the window and the top two sections.At each side of the window flappers were a pale minty green in which each had two designs from a quarter up from and a quarter from the top that seemed to be very similar to a club from playing cards that was in contrast a darker shade of green.here the thuming of the wind was more pronunced in which even the enduring trottle was even able to propel the shutters in rage with it’s fury of blows. I walked slowly against the wooden post in which there was a window that was identical to the one now left of me that was mimicing the same thing. The the thumping and the spinning top motion of spiraling green. The noise triggered my natural instinct to look away.

I looked right ahead of me as I saw a beigish coloured starway in which one of the plank was sized for something as small as paws. It elevated up half way until it met a square plank of wood that matched the colour of the stairs. The stairs resumed right of this plank traveling up into a small arched, oval hole. A medium sized pale yellow stitched sack resided retreated under the stairs as it bore a blue square pictured background with a navy blue design that appeared to be a bird sitting or hanging from a branch. A locker that was composed of emerald green cornered the right of the room with the frame legs of the locker supporting it with the body being a darker shade of green with a shiny gold beveled handle pierced the lush which had a sub-black lined retangle around the hand. The shelf of the drawer had a similar design with the darker shade of green retangle in the middle and the brighter green around the border. The dark green frame had a small rectangle around it in which at the centre top in which the top caved upwards into a bright green butterfly, at the top. There was a round green ball that was part of the design of the locker in which it was fitted onto the middle curve as the sphere replaced the convex. Just looking above I could identify the brown crease that marked the right corner of the room just above it was a birdhouse like the ones from the bedroom but this time this one had a pink ledge in which it jutted out about a couple of centimeters from the body of the house, Along with the small oval hole in the middle of the house. The roof was the same in which it concaved on either side up to a flat small retangular flat roof. Pink dot pierced the upper middle section of the house, just below the roof, A retangular hole that was slightly convexed at the top was fitted into the middle of the house. I continued upwards a little bit to see the crease of the wall again. The scent in this room was becoming dramtically cooler as I suddenly heard a bang to my left at something sprung open. The brick red painted door excentuating froths of dull grey and flapping in the wind backwards and fowards with the light toggling on or off and it kept closing and shutting. I swifted my head to the right , to a see a pale white clay stoned fire place as the base guard was made up of grey peat, it was wide with two dark patches of grey at either side of it. Resuming to the fireplace there is a grey semi circular frame around where the firewood lay. One extract of wood bulging out up towards the left with all the assoicated dents and lines within the wood.the shades of wood where highlighted by the fading grey daylight getting darker, making it much more difficult to tell what colour everything was. Although I could still make out the pale whitness of the chinemy in which it concaved at both sides and went up to the ceiling, the light next to the window which was glaring in dark daylight casting shadows over the neighbouring figures and the floor . I aimed down at the floor to whatthe light was targeting at , there I saw a rug that was flat on the floor which was boardered with a smoothly looped with convexing semi-circils with was a reddish-pink colour , inner boarder with a darker brown-ish red colour. The next sub boarder was a beighish colour being the same width of the other sections, in then led into the main body of the carpet which was a red with a slight orane tint to it which was a wider retangle. It bore a flower pattern in the centre of the carpet.

The wind was even blowing the brightly blue coloured shutters of the left front window which yellow stars on eack shutter a little up from the bottom and slightly down from the top with the bird house hanging from a blue rope that had a grey coloured body a deep blue roof and base along with the dying grey light staring in from the window with its brown wooden frames in which one was long in which at the top quarted and the bottom quarter two frames lay straight across in which in between them another frame zig-zaged up from left to right.
I heard another bash of the door in which I moved myself towards it as it blew over allowing more light to accentuate blowing it over with the cold air blasting though it blowing by by mane and clearing my eyes. I walked towards the door just being barely able to make out the butterfly pattern around the frame of the door. The door was slightly closed when I got there, I gently prodded the door open with the dying light on my eyes, I blinked harder feeling the raging of the wind moving my fringe of my face again. My vision re rendered from blurring grey to a sky of thick puffy dark jutts, that moved towards my direction the shook the stick of tree houses blowing them back and forth. I held on to the deep red coloured wooden fence with my wing as I tended to the left. Even the lake underneath the bridge was being viciously paddled with its malignity even the tree at the end of the pavement was being ravished with rancor. I looked stright ahead of me as all I could see was the clouds piling up with grey everywhere, I looked to the left in which it bore a similar horizon and then to my right in which clouds covered the peaks of wide dome shaped blue mountains and even the trees of the left of the forest where being shaken with the cottom of wool intertwining with them and even the bushes to the right wobbling in the wind with the blue leafed bushy tree closest to the right being blasted.

I walked down on the steps feeling the wind accelerating more and more. I returned back into the house as the wind forced me in with the door slamming shut behind me feeling my mane go over my head. In which I tried to pick myself up.
I was in a room all on my own with constant distorting waving from each direction, the room was dark with a raw cold feel to it, I could feel sweat drip down my face. In which I could he obnosious banging against a door with a deeply voice yelling, the wall was rendered in wreckage with different peels of pale green and white wall paper hanging out of the wall. I turned to the metal barricaded door with a big round bump denting the middle of the door the figure stromed into the door with a malevolent blast of blue lightning and I charged at the figure with adreanline spilling crimsom over my vision.