This was definitely it. The most peaceful, most deepest, most satisfying sleep he'd ever had in his entire life. His body was sprawled on a cloud and rainbows and butterflies fluttered over his head, the pacifying sounds of nature served as a relaxing lullaby as he continued to slumber away within his dreamland. It didn't matter that every once in a while there was human mumbling and chatter breaking his mind's REM sequence because all in all, Lesley couldn't pay them any less attention. Birds were chirping and singing songs in a nearby pillow tree while the fluffy clouds were gently sifting under him as slight breezes of air swam by, creating a waterbed affect to the cloud on which he slept. It was amazing. It was amazing, until the human talking began to suddenly get louder and increase in irritability. Next thing Lesley knew, his serene state of existence was being indecently violated by an unknown evil. First it was a light pull to the hair, then it transitioned into pokes. Yes, pokes. Pokes everywhere! Pokes to the shoulder, against the rib cage, on the forehead, at an arm, to the other arm, but pokes were the least of the invasions. While Lesley mentally fought the battle, his body wasn't actually carrying out any physical movement to stop the intrusion... not until his butt was grabbed. Oddly enough even his cerebral self stiffened during the fight and smiled.
"Ohhh, so that's how you wanna play?"(The speaking parts were probably gurgled out as enigmatic sleep talk. For eg. *what was heard in real life* "Hnn, go shas ow wan pay..? Hehe :3")
Lesley's arm lashed out in reality, "Meow!" Unfortunately, he missed Inadi's arm as the boy retreated in pure shock at the incident and the pink haired male settled back down into a full coma. Strangely enough, his entire dream fight with the faceless intruder ended, but before the guy dissolved into mist, Inadi's framed face flashed into the picture until completely disappearing. Shrugging pleasantly, he curled back up into his puffy cloud. 'Ehe. My dreams are so nice to me. Moar Inadi pwease!' And just like an obedient little brain, this dream popped right into view. Now this was definitely the best sleep ever!
Someone had taken a firm grip onto both his hands and was now dragging him from his former spot. 'What the stain!' he cursed internally, eyelids heavily parting to reveal a droopy consciousness. An enormous pair of jiggling breasts were bouncing just above his head, along with the strained grunting from the force being put in to the haul the lanky man into the safe zone. The nice set of 'tatas' belonged to Victoria. 'Aw sparkle! She's already married. Hmm, what a shame..' he sighed to himself.
Once he was securely out of view behind the boulder, Lesley took the time to doze off for a couple more seconds before he felt compelled to check out what was actually going on. Rolling over onto his stomach, he stretched his long arms and placed his feet onto the stone ground. He stayed in a position that resembled a runner's starting position while waiting for the flag to drop in a race. In that pose, he gathered the consciousness to pull himself into his upright standing position. Tippy-toeing to warm-up his leg muscles, he was just about ready to let out a self-wakening yawn before one of the guides wrenched him back down. No doubt, Lesley was rather annoyed at this point. He had been disturbed multiple times during his rest and now they wouldn't even let him run through his wake routine? Pouting, he finally noticed what everyone was fearfully looking at. There was a pair of senile women, one plumper than her partner, and they were both dressed in the most bizarre of outfits. Stylish beads and bones protruded from the dark leather coverings that they wore and black markings ran over their skin.
Witches:"Perhaps you were right after all, I can smell the dragon from here. It's a weak one, this little lizard. Easy pickings- maybe we ought to listen to you a little more."
"Wuh? What drag-"
Victoria:"Speech boy, shut it for a few. I don't need you speaking for now. In fact, none of you talk."
Avian:"This just took a turn for the worse. Stay still, everyone. Those ... creatures could kill you with a snap of their fingers."
Lesley clamped his jaw shut immediately and tentatively bent his legs a bit since he was tall enough that his pink hair was peeking above the summit of the boulder.
POP!
It was the sound of his unstretched knee. 'Agh! Strawberry! They should have let me stretch!' He hurried his descent and gave his group an apologetic look. "S-o-r-r-y," he mouthed at them, cringing as he anticipated whether the sound had caught the witches attention or not.
