Sands billow around the Oozekin as it marches, rot taking hold across its body. Creating strange swirls of unnatural colors within the Vvurdeni mimicry.
Voices could be heard, or so the Vvurdeni believes. A myriad of voices, unfamiliar creatures, or of ones recently heard.
"You, you are not of Vvurdeni."
"I miss the stars..."
"Why were you not there? It was your DUTY!"
"You have failed us, the rite of Vvurdenzel. Yo-"
"How far must you go? To be seen as us?!"
"You are a monster, we were fools!"
"You, you are not Vvurdeni! My son!"
A final, gentle whimpering was heard by Vvurdeni, the Oozekin. Of an old woman, with a scared and gentle tone.
"What... What are you?"
"ENOUGH!"
"Enough.."
"You...You show me a past, I deny. I refuse. It is all a lie, it is!"
The Vvurdeni swipes around at the sand, its hands clawing through sand as if it were merely just air.
"Begone.. Erased! Forgotten.."
The Vvurdeni growls.
"I am Vvurdeni, of Vvurdenzel.. Pride of my kind. Even if my home is no longer, even if my kin is no longer what I was a part of.."
"I know it.. I am their pride.. I am"
It begins to scratch its face, creating scratch marks across its shell.
"I'm not a monster... I am of a Vvurdeni.. I am a Vvurdeni.. I AM A VVURDENI."
"I am of Vvurdeni.."
It collapses onto its knees onto the sand, gazing out at the desolate landscape of sand.
"Hah.."
"Even you. Ignore me."
Vvurdeni picks itself up, letting the sand latch onto the exterior of its shell. Staring into the far distance at the night sky.
"My pride is in my kind. My god, no longer with me. My kin, gone."
"Let my compassion and desire for Vvurdenzel spark light upon the Star, and grant me a way through the nebula... Or get set ablaze and show the Fire I am worthy to be under the banner of conquest."
The Vvurdeni, missteps falling into the sands. And waves around in the sands, grasping at something, and retracting its arm. Creating a circle with sprouting branches.
"I am desolate and lost, with my only light being the fire I call compassion."
"Must it really come to a gamble of nothing but luck..?"
Vvurdeni ruptures out a strange suit of armor from its mass. The equipment immediately gleams, shining with a thick layer of goo from Archon, a slime that was once graced with Planu's might.
"Forgive me for my transgressions.. But I must not be stopped here, while I can still find them..."
The Vvurdeni, grasps onto the suit of armor and begins to attempt to merge with the Ooze that is layered upon it.