Lisa
In the midst of a wet and murky pitch black night—in which beasts screeched, roared, and grumbled around—coming from the dark, limping and bloodied, a massive figure made its approach. Held in their right hand was a dishevelled billhook polearm which they soon dropped. With one extra step, the figure fell over into the mud with a loud squelch and thump due to his size. While on his stomach, the fact he had a tail was noticeable for once. Every once in a while, a large predatory animal or two would come over and nibble at his skin with no prevail and ended up just leaving.
The night went on, getting darker and darker as the figure laid in the mud, helpless.
Robert
*The squelching of feet could be heard as Terrel made his way through the dark forest. Beside him was a horse, strapped with saddle bags who seemed rather tired from all the walking. The loud sound of beasts had drew his attention to this place, mostly from the interest at the idea of beasts possibly fighting out here and causing such a ruckus. As the pig masked elf made his way further into the forest, his horse eventually came to a stop, shaking its head at the sight of the creature laying in the mud. Terrel was forced to stop walking, causing him to let out a sigh at his horse. At first he wasn't sure what gotten him riled up, but as he slowly turned his gaze to what was ahead. He came to notice the tail sticking out from the mud where it ran connected to the rest of the figure.*

"That's what you're worried about?" *He questioned his horse only to be given a snorted response back.* "We're in a forest it's probably full of dead animals." *Terrel would slowly make his way over to the creature and gaze down at it. He wasn't sure himself of whether or not it was alive, but he had a way of finding out. Pulling back his cloak, Terrel would grab the hilt of the sword that rested there before drawing it out. His horse whinnied in disbelief before Terrel would casually poke at the lizard person with the tip of his blade.*

"Hey, wake up."
Lisa
As Terrel got closer to the figure, he could see how dishevelled their body itself really was. Chunks were ripped out of their tail, they had massive gashes all over their body that leaked blood slowly. As the beast was poked with a blade, its tail and body twitched. A low gurgling was heard, as if the large lizardfolk was trying to exhale whilst his snout was underneath the shallow water on the ground. The gurgling grew louder before the man's head lifted out of the water, letting out a pained groan.

The lizardfolk's arms pulled inward slowly so he could push himself up off the ground. His arms quaked before he inevitably failed to push himself up. He seemed to just sit there and groan, as if he didn't realise that someone else was here with him. Yet again, he tried to lift himself up but failed miserably. This man was obviously very weak and oblivious at the moment.
Robert
"Yeah... Pretty dead..." *Terrel concluded as he moved his sword away before glancing back at his horse.* "Reckon we can get some good stuff off of him?" *His horse snorted back in annoyance while Terrel looked the lizardfolk over, taking notice of the bill hook with him. Must have lost of fighting of some sort. 


Terrel would slide his boot partially beneath the lizard, lifting it up so that he could flip him over to his back or the very least to his side. It was hard to really see him between it being nighttime and him being masked by the mud that layered the ground. By then his horse had finally made its way over to him, albeit with a bit of nervousness to its step and began sniffing at the weakened lizard his nostrils flaring up as he did.*
Lisa
As the horse approached the lizardfolk, something lit his senses up. The horse's scent poured into his nostrils, even through all the mud and swampy smell. For how injured he was, the speed in which his clawed hand struck up was quite frightening. His instincts though had overestimated how close the horse was and in which direction it was, his claws barely coming up near the side of the horse's snout. The lizardfolk grumbled loudly as his hand balled up and then fell.

Their eyes slowly opened, seeing where the horse actually was. Before they made any other moves, they mumbled. "Food..." The lizardfolk's voice was gruff, pained, and dried out. Again, with surprising speed, the lizardfolk threw his hand to the side to grab his dishevelled billhook. He thought it'd allow him the range to attack the horse, but when he went to swing it, his shoulder gave out and the billhook barely even moved. \
Robert
*The horse quickly rose his head up as the lizardfolk swung at him, rearing back as he let out a whinny of fear. Terrel quickly reached out to grab his horse's lead with his free hand so as not to allow the horse the chance to try to turn and flee. His expression fell, his hidden gaze growing cold beneath his mask. He turned to the lizard, pointing his blade down towards him with his hands firmly grasping the hilt of it. His motive seemed clear enough as Terrel stood before him.*

"Well now it seems like you've gone ahead and frightened my horse and last I checked... He wasn't made for eating." *Terrel said, speaking with a low voice as he stared at the Lizardfolk. His horse shook his head to and fro in distraught as he tired to loosen the lead to no avail.*

"Now how about we try this little introduction again, then we can start talking about 'food.'" *He said in a low monotoned voice. Whether or not he'd consider even helping the Lizard depended solely on him.*
Lisa
For once, the lizardfolk actually noticed there was another person here. Their eyes squinted at the person, as if they were totally confused about what this person was saying. A combination of non-fluency and concussions made understanding between the two hard. The lizardfolk's eyes came to focus on the person, realising they were either a macen or an elf of some sorts, but their mask threw him off a lot. Pig Macen? Pig Elf? Pig Man?! 

Slowly, the lizardfolk rolled over and grabbed his billhook with his other hand. From there, he tried to put his knees up under his body to lift himself up off the ground. After a couple of hard and boring minutes, the lizardfolk finally got onto his feet again—although he was struggling a lot to stand up even with his polearm as support. He sat there, slowly shaking his head for a moment before he mustered up the strength to speak.

"Not... Understand... Not speak... You language well..." The lizardfolk's voice was getting stronger, but it still sounded pained and very dry. He tried his best to communicate with this pig man, forcing himself to use a lot of energy to process his own words from his language to theirs.
Robert
*Terrel's lip curved in a half smile as if he were suppressing a laugh for the Lizard's confusion of him.*

"Pig man works..." *He responded drawing his sword back, but not moving it away completely. Terrel watched the Lizardfolk for a long drawn out moment as he rose to his feet, using his polearm to support him. His horse seemed to settle down beside him slightly, though the uneasiness in the horse's gaze was obvious. Listening to the Lizardfolk and coming to notice his inability to understand him, Terrel simply gave a small shrug.*

"You speak a language at least, must have some form of intelligence. Too bad, I figured I could have killed some deranged beast out here but seems like you beat me to it..." *He said, his tone easing a bit from its previous coldness. The 'Pig Man' carefully let go of the lead once he trusted enough that his horse wouldn't run away.* "Now, what's your name... And how did you manage to lose a fight this badly?"
Lisa
The lizardfolk understood Terrel's 'name,' and his question about the lizardfolk's own name. For a moment, the lizardfolk stood there and stared blankly as if they were thinking very deeply. "Name is... Aarathros. Was hunting and... Man attack me..." The lizardfolk had trouble speaking and took a long time to process everything else that the elf was asking him. "Man... In big coat... With sword!" The lizardfolk seemed troubled as he continued speaking about his attacker.

Over time, Aarathros felt more thirsty, so he dropped down to the ground and begun drinking water, even if it was muddy and disgusting. He seemed so desperate and weak. Something about the way he acted was so saddening.
Robert
*Terrel stood silently while Aarathros explained what had happened to him, his expression unchanging at least where the mask didn't cover. Getting randomly attacked while hunting? Terrel would have to keep an eye out, on this part of the forest at least. Though the Lizardfolk may not have been able to walk away from that fight, perhaps he has yet to prove himself useful some other way. Watching him drop down to drink at the mud, Terrel sheathed his sword and showed a expression matching that of disgust.*

"Alright *Aarathos*..." *He said, putting emphasis into the name as he grabbed at the Lizardfolk's free arm.* "Get out of the mud, you aren't a pig. Not yet anyways."

*Terrel would try to pull the lizard up onto his feet so that he could drag him over to his horse. Terrel wasn't sure where to nearest source of fresh water was, but it shouldn't be too hard to find a small pond or so at least on horse back.*
Lisa
Aarathros reluctantly went with the flow of Terrel's will, pulling himself and beginning to walk with Terrel's pulling towards the horse. With each step, Aarathros groaned in pain. His head was pounding, heart beating fast enough to be considered seizing, and his muscles were aching to the point of extreme pain. The concussion he took was really fucking with his head. He barely remembered anything that happened to him, and he couldn't really tell where he was or what he was doing for the most part.

As they reached the horse, Aarathros laid a hand onto the horse's back as they approached it. Knowing he couldn't handle possibly being attacked by either the horse's owner or the horse itself, he didn't fucking rip a chunk out of its flesh but rather slowly attempted to lift himself up onto the mare. He would be quite the burden usually considering he was a little over 200 pounds of dense muscular structure, but his muscles had degraded over the period of time he had been injured, making him seem lighter.