I know. That was the last updated form I found for Sevak... which was right before the crashing and severing of the poor creature's head... and Sevak still has two legs that sorta work one the left side of him I think, but otherwise the rest are broken. One's a stub and the part that broke off was squirming around near him at one point....
Sevak instinctively absorbed the small amount of organic that got periodically stuck in the wounds. The rest of the things sticking started to hurt after a while, but the slime laid there and recovered what energy it could muster. He could feel wind. Could feel where it came from. That was blowing the bits to the wounds, or seemed that way. Maybe not. But the slime had no real way to tell. He could feel he was up against something, but he didn't know if that was what was causing the wind, or the organic, or if it was really anything. But a nudge soon created more inorganic to fall on top of himself, stinging his wounds and making the slime squirm away from it toward the wind.
He had absolutely no idea where he was going. His legs were broken. The stub wasn't helping move. His two legs that did work were now crumbled slightly from the thrashing into the rocks and he was missing his head. His long body was missing the one thing he had learned to absolutely love. His head. His odd eye-sight had been super helpful here, yet, now, he was just a slime again. An elongated and stubby-legged slime without a head who couldn't tell where he was going any more. It brought back sensations of his earlier slime-days when he literally was just a ball. The Dreaded Nothing still plagued him even to this day. Now, right now specifically, it brought back a pang of fear. He could no longer see his falling, or if he was even going to fall. The Dreaded Nothing was actually falling, which he was able to put together from the terrible fall from that blasted big-fluffy that had the tiny white-fluffs it almost succeeded in creating a revolt with. Or, Sevak liked to think he had almost succeeded in having followers. That would have been nice. Little fluffs following you around so you weren't alone after the big black fluff had died. But no, Sevak had fallen through a hole in the stick-mess that was there and crashed down here. He didn't know where here was. He never was really able to properly see after that point, it being dark and then promptly smashing his head into a container that eventually cut it off.
But at least he was free. Free. Lost and headed against the light wind. To nowhere. Nowhere as far as he could tell.