[center][sup]The Rise of Kul[/sup][/center]
[center]Smor'Gen'Blok[/center]
Za’Kul trained  his visage along the path of the running woman who scorned Ju’Kul. Ever defensive, he had mind to rectify her sin then and there. Then again, even in Lok’Sha culture, unprovoked violence against women was frowned upon to a degree.

“Dumb,” was the sum of his opinion on the trespasser. Za’Kul continued to follow behind Ju’Kul with steady pace,

“Wor,” contempt flared with mention of the name, “what business with them? Thought we stop long time ago?” Za’Kul had no love for any of the High or Great tribes of Smor’Gen’Blok. The High Wor received the focus of his repulse because they were the ones who prevented the Low Kul from entering and exiting and buying and selling as was necessary for his people to advance in social strata.

Wor’Boa was among the most vicious and cunning chiefs there were, more than some of the chiefs of the Great tribes. Far as Za’Kul was concerned, the leaders of the Great tribes were so because of inheritance and because they were among the oldest tribes of Smor’Gen’Blok. They were still to be respected--nay, they [i]had[/i] to be respected for their sheer number alone. With a single warcry, entire tribes could be erased from existence should the Great Warchiefs desire.

And so Za’Kul would feign respect best as he could. Less was Za’Kul’s forced reverence for the High chieftans, though they too were more accomplished--and much as it pained him to concede--better and more fit for their station than Za’Kul was at present. Perhaps today that would change, perhaps today he could show the Wor and the Low Kul that he was not just “ant”--that he belonged among the big boys.