<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/>There was a ghost of relief that was gone the next moment in the druid's mind when the elf didn't demand him to speak up or be more specific. Immediately his mind sank back into a more primal state, though his moans and curses started to fade, dwindle, grow quiet until there was hardly anything but ragged breathed sounds that could be this or that depending on interpretation. His head being pinned down again had him breathe out a slightly louder breath that sounded tormented and submitted to his assaulter. There wasn't a fibre in his body that didn't crave release by now, his body demanded it, but his mind revelled in being captured, pinned and controlled. Vesz'tyrr was in complete control, though if he'd let go of the druid's base, Myrrdin would certainly explode.