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Inwardly rejoicing in his Chocobo race triumph, he hungrily accepted all given congratulations on his victory with a grin so wide that when it finally came to return his expression back to its norm, his cheeks ached a tad from the deformation. When the others finally made it to the scene, the guides were quick to briefly instruct their following task and trotted off down a dirt road towards the mountains. Naturally, the guides positioned themselves at the head off the pack with at least one lagging behind for supervision amongst the humans. Lesley allowed Serge to regain his breath, tailing the end of the group. Turning his head 360° backwards he squinted at the shrinking figure of the stable and shadowing it, the castle. He stared at it until the structures were little more than a dark crumb in the darkening sky. 

The group trudged on in casual silence, with short mumbles of word exchange here and there. Meanwhile, the path they were following was beginning to become less defined and much more rugged, steepening with every step. Large roots from the surrounding trees choked at the dry crust of soil which was supposedly the trail which they were following. Plantation and greens of various sorts bloomed along the land, some spilling onto their way, nearly masking the tracks. Caving rock formations also began to hint they were nearing the mountain, signalling its possible dangers of sediment slides, the stones varying from tiny pebbles to boulders as big as buses. Death would be inevitable if one were to tumble down with that during a snowless avalanche composing just of lethal rocks. Eventually, the slope turned nearly into a ninety degree angle, they had finally reached the mountain base, the ground on which they were stepping on was no longer made of worn out soil, but solid mountain rock, jagged and uneven.

Looking up, Lesley could hardly make out where the mountain met the sky, since the sun was so close to setting, no longer providing a sufficient light source. All they knew was that the dragons they were after lived up there. 

"You were a good lil' Chocobo and a terrific racer Serge," he wrapped his lank arms around the bird's neck as he took the creature into a warm embrace,"I'll miss you buddy."
And they were off, their feathery bums wiggling in the distance as they marched off in single file, a line up so clean cut it would make Zephy proud. The bird march was straighter than any line the humans ever made. Swivelling on his heels, he swiped a tear from the corner of his eye to join the group on their climb up the mountain side. Leon was leading with a couple of the guides an arms length away. Jasper was secured onto Victoria's whip while the lot of them were moving along independently. The climb was a laborious task, beads of sweat trailing along his forehead, but luckily the air was crispening into a cooling temperature since the sun had mostly gone down. For once in his life, his hair was being a huge bother, wisps landing in his mouth making it much more of a struggle to climb when he would loose the support of one hand in order to yank the strand out. All the while, what made it even more annoying was that he had a hair tie wrapped around his wrist, but since he couldn't take both hands off of the alp to ponytail his hair back, he had to suffer staring at the hair tie while he climbed.

Some of the humans were beginning to whine as the time dragged on, muscles in his arms and leg were burning and his stomach felt empty cept' some pink hair he may have ended up swallowing. Nowhere couldn't have been less fabulous. The black-eared bunny muttered something about how far up they were from ground level, her eyes glinting while she looked down. He felt sick to his stomach. Lesley couldn't believe the guts of that girl to even take a peek below, just imagining it made him woozy and turned the color of his face to match the forestry landscaped underneath them.

[B]Serenade:[/b] "It's getting dark, we should pick up the pace. I'm sorry about this." 

They continued to push onward a couple more feet until the wolves they seemed to be joking about just a few minutes before suddenly howled into reality. Fear struck across everyones face, the shrubs that managed to thrive on the mountain's dry, lapidarian surface shook wildly, their leaves rustling off as strong cuts of wind slashed at them, Lesley clinging on as angry snarls rung through his eardrums. Colorful flashes of light illuminated in split moments before evaporating into ghostly nothings, the bright shocks leaving dark imprints in his vision much like the flashing of a camera.

The gusts screamed, mixing with the guides commands to make way for a near by cave just a few more meters towards a cliff that jutted out from the stony terrain. He tried to follow orders while others stayed in place to fight even though Serenade had clarified that they were no match. Vines sprouted from the lifeless gray of rubble, binding the guides. He could make out half the group disappearing over the outreach which held the cave as he strived to get there with his grasp starting to fail as the rockbed thundered violently beneath his desperate hold. 

[I]FWOOSH[/I]
A blast of wind surged him free from the mountain, limbs flying up as his weight propelled down. His hearing cut out and it was quiet. An emerald face of a canine blinked into his view, but vanished just as rapidly as it sparked to reveal itself. Turning his head side to side he noticed four other figures descending to their doom along with him. Air currents made his clothing flutter fiercely, his hair whipping his face, the cold wind making his cheeks sting. He was deadly afraid to even peep down at the view they were about the meet.

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[I]Thwap. Rustle. Tch. THUD[/I] 
A tree and its thick, leafed branches had hoarsely cushioned his fall, but still the landing was unforgiving. 

An eternity passed, and pain boomed in his head like a deep drum along with a low rumbling smash of a gong. His eyelids felt like a ton and lifting it was a queasy chore, his vision a perplexing swirl. It was hazed over and spinning, dizzying. Closing his eyes to regain a better perception of reality, a pressure could be felt weighing against his stomach, yet his arms and legs felt free and flowing.

Lesley was draped over a branch like a towel hanging on a rack.