The votes are in Yeaaaaah, for a bit sneaking closer almost won. Then there was an utter torrent demanding Mistguard to lick some ancient rock of indeterminable power in the middle of a ring of standing stones!
The advance is slow as to not alert the figure occupying the circle. Though with each hoof fall the sounds of the world around seem to fade away replaced by an odd tranquility that is only broken by the gentle thumping of what seems to be a heartbeat! Upon reaching the powering obelisks base you peer upwards across its polished surface — before of course peaking around its girth to make sure you havent been spotted! With your cheek resting against its oddly warm surface you spy the druid seemingly unaware of your presence
Though you notice something. The spire seems to throb with pent up power, the heartbeat-like pulse radiates from it! It cant be said you dont take a faint dirty minded pleasure in slowly rubbing your cheek into its surface as it pulses Your magic attuned body relishing the energy if it isnt quite the type youre used to!
The moment of truth! Steeling yourself, you place a hoof upon the wide base of the pillar and allow yourself to lean forward. Your tongue slides free slowly, meeting the warm smooth surface of that target And with all the grace of a Well over excited puppy you drag that moist tongue upwards to leave a light sheen upon the pylons surface.
A bit late do you hear the voice ring out though. Probably something to do with the B-level porn slurping sounds your making while licking it. :l
Options
>CHEESE IT! ITS THE DRUID POLICE!
>Turn to face thelikelyjealous voice.
>Proclaim ownership over the pylon as you have licked it.
What do you do?