<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/>The moment the drow released the man's base Myrrdin broke, much like a dam would break. Pleasure seemed to overtake him, not so much washing over him as being everywhere at the same time, wiping his mind clean and tugging on his body, manipulating it into angles and shocks unlike anything one could possibly mimic in a more stable state of being. His release didn't so much flow from him but shot through the window of freedom he had been granted, thick, sticky, messy and basically serenading life and it's physical brilliance. The sounds the druid was producing weren't even remotely human- or elven for that matter. The sheer fact he -somewhere, in the back of his mind- registered the drow did indeed not pull out, only made it better.<br/><br/>It took moments for the druid to get some semblance of coherency back, and, when he did, he found himself staring blankly at a completely random point on the nearest wall.