Warmth brushed against Snuffles' cheek, his head tilting into it as the rest of his body shivered. Once more there was a gentle caress and a soft, feminine humming soon followed. Slowly his silver eyes opened, confusion filling his mind as he felt a lack of ache in his body. Where ever he was it was bright, taking him several moments to adjust his vision. A sight he was not accustomed to seeing over the past few months affronted him; instead of a jungle environment he was in a flowery meadow, a single oak tree being his support behind his back. If the warm, welcoming surroundings weren't odd enough, the person humming to him threw him off entirely. Rhiandri.
“What..?” Sitting up, the priest looked around, then eyed the elderly Highborn over. “Where am I? Where is-? Is this a trap? Did she let me go to hunt me down again?”
Rhiandri shook her head, “No. That would be too risky. You've proven to be too difficult, too clever for such an amusing risk. Snuffles touched his neck, the lack of collar causing alarm. Immediately he was on his feet, hand outstretched and swiftly attempting a smite spell. No magic came to his call, in fact the only thing that did happen was laughter from his elder. “Why attack me? Is this not a pleasant dream? Don't you fancy this body?”
“This body? What? Why in all the realms would I-?” He blinked and Rhiandri was gone, replaced by the male Sin'dorei, Robbie. “R-Robbie?” Confusion was quickly being replaced by fear and disheartening.
Robbie shook his head, rising to his own feet and stepping near to the priest, reaching out to pet his chest. “Not quite. You seem to respond better to this form.. hrm.. Didn't know you swung that way, Snuffles.” He grinned, latching onto Snuffles' robes and yanking him closer, pressing his body to the other man's.
Fumbling, Snuffles quickly shoved Robbie away, fists raising and ready to fight. “This is a dream. She's teasing me. You're teasing me! Svetlaena get out of my head!” He snarlled.
“Svetlaena?” He began to laugh. If the horribly mocking sound of someone he considered a friend wasn't bad enough, as it grew louder insects began to fall from his mouth. Maggots, blood worms, ticks, and all manner of flesh eating bug swarmed from Robbies lips and wiggled and crawled their way over his skin. “No. Not Svetlaena. You are dreaming Snuffles, but I am trying to give you pleasant dreams. It's your own mind that insists on twisting my gift into nightmares. I can help you, Snuffles, but you need to trust me.”
Panic set in, Robbie's body quickly being eaten alive, his flesh falling from his body in gooey chunks. “You're her! Stop it! You leave Robbie alone, I swear if you harm one hair on his hea-” His voice cut out, no matter how hard he tried nothing came out.
“Snuffles?” The vision of Robbie before him quickly changed, no longer did he hold a confident demeanor, now he was acting as he knew Robbie to. Fear filled his green eyes as he fought knock as many as the gnawing insects off as possible. “Snuffles get them off! What are you doing to me?! Get them off get them off!” He began to choke on them, falling to his knees and he coughed out handful after handful of the man-eating bugs.
The Kal'dorei tried to leap forward to save the man but he couldn't move, his body remained still and disobedient to any of his inner pleas to move. Something snaked around his waist and out of the corner of his eye he saw Doctor Alpheaus rub his cheek against Snuffles' shoulder. “You poor helpless thing. Let me help you.” Weaving his fingers through Snuffles' own he raised their hands together, Light swelling around them both and he felt the doctor tapping into his mana. Snuffles knew what was about to happen, a whimper escaped him just as a purge spell was forced from his body into the warlock before him. Just as robbie cried out in anguish Snuffles gasped.
His eyes were open, mind back in reality, body trembling from both the frustration of his dreams and the cold that bit at his ear tips. “Just a dream..” He murmured, head thudding back against the middle post in his tent. Chilled finger tips sought to touch the collar around his neck, then the wool blanket that had been kicked off in his sleep.
