The consistent sound of heavy rain was broken by faint splashing, as a bipedal creature trudged through a forest stream; any observer was unlikely to recognize its species, but it was clear it was fleeing from something, as it kept looking over its shoulder. At a first glance it looked injured, with arrows in its back, broken blade through its torso, and a snapped arrow sticking out of its chest, it was a fair assumption to make; but at the same time, it didn't move like it was hurt, just tired.

What was this creature? Well, it, he, did not know himself.

Vrok was muttering under his breath, he knew he wasn't exactly conventional in his appearance, but calling him a monster and attacking without letting him speak was uncalled-for. He had just wanted to have some social interaction with somebody, it was quite lonely and boring to live in the forest, especially after his adoptive parent passed away; not that the ancient dragon had been overly social either, but at least she pretended to listen. 

After getting a sword through himself, and an arrow to his chest, Vrok had let the group capture himself, hoping that if nothing else, it would give him a chance to talk to somebody, but alas, it didn't work out. After they failed to pull the sword and arrow out of him, they silenced him as they discussed what to do with him, so realizing it wouldn't probably go well for him, Vrok fled, getting couple arrows into his back too; bit weird in his opinion, what did they expect that to do? A sword through his body did nothing, but maybe couple of arrows would do the trick?

Quite annoying really, especially with the now broken sword being stuck there tight; it didn't hurt, but it didn't feel nice either, and it was inconvenient. Oh well, it was a new thing on his to-do list: Figure out what you are, find someone to talk to, and now, find a way to dislodge the blade.

As stated, Vrok didn't know what he was, he had been found by an old female dragon, who had adopted him out of curiosity, as she had never seen something like him before, and while she had no idea what he was, she compared him to insects, as his anatomy was most similar to them, having a hard exoskeleton and goo inside; though that was where the commonalities ended, because outside the obvious like size, shape,  and intelligence level, he was also unusually durable, if the sword sticking out of him didn't make that obvious. In short, he had yet to find anything that permanently injured him; He did get damaged by things yes, but it rarely hurt, and it always healed in couple days at slowest.

It was also very easy for Vrok to feed himself, as his diet consisted of pretty much anything and everything biological; if it had nutrients of any kind, he could eat it. Other than that he didn't really have any special capabilities; his lack of pain did allow him put more strength behind things than many other creatures of his size, but he wasn't substantially stronger; he wasn't any faster than other similarly build creatures, and he didn't really know how to fight either. And it annoyed him, not because he lacked these things, but because he got treated as lot more dangerous than he was; He couldn't do much harm even if for some reason he would have wanted to, and he didn't want to, yet he got weapons drawn at him regardless.