He slid under her shield and desperately tugged on the bar, but it didn't budge. He groaned and hissed and breathed against her creamy thighs, letting his spit ooze from his lips and onto her legs as he grimaced and exerted himself pitifully. Layna could<em>smell</em>him now, and his rags were rank with fish and maggots. There was no way to tell how old he was - though he didn't have any warts or boils the way his body was shrunk down to the bone made him look much older than he might have been.<br/><br/>Only when the bar slipped from his fingers and he fell back against the inside of her shield did he look up, and stopped. His mouth fell open, and his eyes broadened like two moons. Drool kept oozing down his chin as he held his breath, and he finally had a good look at his hunter - now a goddess unlike any he'd seen.<br/><br/>Now that he wasn't squirming and shrieking Layna could tell the poor thing was injured, his arm bent oddly as though it never healed after breaking and his legs covered in old and fresh cuts. Tears welled up in his eyes in fear and reverence, and he choked over his dry and swollen tongue.  "P-please, don't take me back."