Khavur was sick of spending time in chrysalises. You would be too if you missed four whole cycles of life trapped in one. There was one upside to it however: an oilstone cluster big enough to fit a Khavur inside was immensely cool, and watching it crack open and burst was even cooler.
The oilstone chamber crumbled like the walls of a once-great tower, revealing the slumbering sentinel inside. The leftovers fell to the ocean floor, pollution for others to find, perhaps clean, perhaps even use.
The very first thing it did was look for the labradorite. Green pillow pet cat be confounded, family came first! Except... upon finding them, the Reaver realized that the labradorite looked even more alien than before. Claws, spikes, tain fin. Khavur quickly checked its own body, only to find... nothing.
What games was Master Farina playing?
Questions of worth, worthiness and the like faded into the background with a single question. Khavur was astonished that Labradorite-One had even spoken. And after all that, after everything, that was all they said? Guess Khavur wasn't used to being around other, more lawful Chaos Forge members outside of the Chaos Forge. It nodded its affirmation, and up they went.
It was a long, long way up. Khavur still needed to wear the Enchanted equipment for breathing... so it hadn't even been granted gills? Upon clambering back onto the surface, the Reaver sat down, caught its breath, fought the urge to sleep again, and resumed its chosen task of just... staring at the labradorite. "Watching over them", I suppose, but it was more just trying to think of what to say.
When it finally thought of something, anything, it tried to open the mouth of its large-horned head, and... venom.
Neurotoxic. Horribly deadly in large doses. Just gushing away, dribbling down its chin!
It left Khavur rather shellshocked, unable to get itself to move... so it just stood there, jaws agape, leaking venom like some kind of hellish faucet. (It probably looked very silly.)
@V-Labradorite-One