[center][h2] The Selka [/h2][/center] Viyoh sat on a small jut of rock overlooking the sandy beach, his friend Hoshaf beside him. The cool sea air kept their noses turnt up and salty, and their eyes stared forever forwards in contemplation. It had been seemingly forever since Kirron had thrown them into their new lives, and many of their kin had separated and spread across the lands as isolated groups, but here the first and the third sat in silence. Peeling his eyes away from the horizon long enough to stare at the glimmering clumps of quartz and granite at his feet, Viyoh finally spoke, “They say some of the other groups are putting forth leaders, now that the celebration has ended.” “Oh?” Hoshaf looked to his friend, “What for?” “I don’t know,” Viyoh answered, “But it looks like Thumfatem and his supporters is going to get his wish, we will have a chief.” “Oh.” Hoshaf looked at the ground. There was a pause, and only the crashing waves filled the air. Hoshaf looked back to the horizon, “I bet Antorophu would liken to whoever is chief.” Viyoh perked up at the name of the second, “Antorophu?” “Yeah,” Hoshaf seemed to stare with a longing, “I was going to ask her, if she would like to be my… well.” The Selka looked around bashfully. “I-” Viyoh made a face, “I don’t think you should.” Hoshaf looked up, “Why?” “She,” Viyoh began, careful with his words, “She has already taken a liken to me, and I with her.” “What?” Hoshaf looked defeated, his eyes brimming with hurt, “When, why?” “Don’t ask such questions,” Viyoh hissed back, “Friends don’t ask such questions.” “Friends don’t steal the others likings!” Hoshaf rose to his feet in anger. Viyoh stood up, rising taller than Hoshaf, “And the smart should know when they are not likened and just be happy for their friends.” Hoshaf huffed hot air, his eyes narrowing, “You are no friend.” Viyoh snorted loudly, “I have done nothing if not helped you since you found your God given feet!” “And you steal the ground from under me,” Hoshaf gnashed his teeth, “You do not care.” “Oh!” Viyoh threw his hands in the air, “I do not care, I suppose you’re right, then! Forget my deeds and focus on the time I decide to look out for my own likens.” He spun and pointed a finger at Hoshaf, “Maybe I shouldn’t stop there, then, if I’m so evil.” Hoshaff grunted angrily and Viyoh continued, “Yes, you know, I will be chief now that I think of it.” Hoshaff gritted his teeth but Viyoh kept spouting, “The biggest chief, I am the biggest after all. It makes sense, who else, you? Bah, I am the biggest, the first, and I have the love of-” [i]Crack![/i] A large ragged quartz stone smashed into Viyoh’s face. Blood burst from the impact and the larger Selka collapsed to the ground where he laid still. Hoshaf breathed heavily above the body, his face reddened with fury and the white stone stained crimson in his hand. He stood there for seconds and then minutes, until his face paled, “Viyoh?” There was no response. Hoshaf dropped the rock and fell to his knees, “Viyoh?” He shook the body, getting nothing but a limp corpse in reaction, “Viyoh!” He cried, “Viyoh, please!” “No, no, no,” He sobbed as he held the dead Selka’s smashed face in his lap, “Oh no, no please.” “Viyoh!” “Hoshaf!” A voice called from the thickets, “Hoshaf?” Horshaf froze, his body trembling and his head light, “Thumfatem?” A fat bellied Selka emerged from the thickets and into the rubble of the beach, stopping as his eyes soaked in the sight, “What has happened?” Horhaf broke into a heavy sob, his tears mixing with the blood in the sand. Thumfatem cocked his head, and walked closer to the scene a hand over his own heart, “Hoshaf, what did you do?” The smaller Selka continued to cry and Thumfatem squatted to examine the quartz stone covered in bits of skin, “Horshaf?” “He’s dead!” Hoshaf finally called out, his voice turning into a whimper, “I killed him.” “Why?” “I didn’t mean to.” “But why did you do it.” “I don’t know.” Hoshaf rolled over in the sand, curling up into a ball. Thumfatem sat down next to the smaller Selka and tucked a hand under his chin. The calm Selka seemed to not be phased by the gruesome sight before him, not even when a few black flies found a new home on Viyoh’s split snout. “It was the will of God,” Thumfatem finally said, causing the sobbing to stop. Hoshaf looked up from his spot, eyes stained red, “What?” “It could be nothing else,” Thumfatem explained, “Viyoh opposed a leadership, and yet earlier today I heard others murmuring that he become chief. He was not strong enough to be a true leader, he was not what we needed, and so through you God had struck him down before the damage could be done.” “It’s the only reason,” Thumfatem eased Hoshaf, “You shall be the chieftain, and I will be your advisor.” “What?” Hoshaf now sat up in disbelief. “Don’t think too hard,” Thumfatem explained, “Clearly God had sent me to you after he had used you for holy righteousness so that I could be your guide, your prophet. You will be the chief, and I will translate the workings of our God so you may lead in the likeness that God desires.” Hoshaf tucked his knees close, “Are you sure?” “I can feel my own blood flow with the blessings of our God as I speak,” Thumfatem answered, “That’s how sure I am.” “Oh,” Hoshaf said, “So what should I do now?” “You’re the leader,” Thumfatem urged. “I guess I can go tell everyone what I did,” Hoshaf wiped his face against his arm. “No!” Thumfatem stood up suddenly, “I will tell them, you wash your hands and follow behind me, but do not show yourself until you hear your name.” Hoshaf wiped his nose with a sniffle and nodded, his chest still frozen with guilt. Dipping his fingers into the sea didn’t make him feel any better, especially with Thumfatem staring at him with an almost hungry smile. Flies began to buzz around Viyoh by time the two had began their walk back to the others. The walk was long and narrow, but soon they came to a bunch of lean-to shelters made out of twigs and leaves at the beach inwards of a cove. Hoshaf waited in the thickets as Thumfatem made his way down. The other Selka barely paid the him any mind as he made his way to the center of the tiny village of lean-tos. It was only when he suddenly stood atop a large stone and shouted did they turn to him in confusion, “God has spoken to me!” The others murmured and quickly surrounded Thumfatem. The fat Selka smiled and lifted his hands to the air, “He has seen how we have separated and split, how others elected leaders and made goals. He saw how our tribe had stagnated and grown quiet and so he has decided to choose a servant of his to guide us in our new life!” “Who?” The crowd all but shouted. Thumfatem held up a hand, “He had told me that the chosen shall emerge from the beach of Grottu.” “That is where Viyoh had gone!” Antorophu cried with glee, and the crowd turned into a roar. Thumfatem wiggled his nose and grunted loudly, “Two had walked the path of Grottu and two shall meet our God, but only one shall emerge, for the other shall be struck down, having shown a fatal flaw for the divine plan.” The crowd gasped, their gasp only growing as Harshaf emerged from the thickets, an uneasy look on his face. Antorophu suddenly burst into tears as the crowd grew silent. Thumfatem eyed Harshaf. “I have heard the council of our God,” Harshaf suddenly said, “He took my hand and with it he struck down Viyoh.” “Our leader has been declared!” Thumfatem roared, a good portion of the tribe roaring back with wonder, the other portion shaking with confusion and some with tears. Those who roared turned on those who cried and began to shove them and goad them. “Don’t fight! Please!” Hoshaf said with a shake. “God has declared our leader and his prophet!” Thumfatem roard over the crowd, his supporters arming themselves with branches as the opposers began to shove and strike back. Soon the beach turned violent and blood began to splatter as faces were kicked in and ribs were crushed by branch and fist. Some unlucky child was trampled by grappling adults, and one Selka whimpered on the ground, a sharp branch stuck in its stomach. Hoshaf hid near the thickets while Thumfatem remained on his pedestal, arms wide as his supporters either killed or beaten the last of the opposers into submission. [center][b]”In blood we are reborn!”[/b][/center] [hider=summary] Viyoh, the first Selka made by Kirron and Hoshaf, the third get into an argument over Antorophu, the second. In his rage Hoshaf accidentally kills Viyoh. Hoshaf is struck with guilt and found by Thumfatem, the fifth. Thumfatem, who has been rallying support for the Grottu tribe to elect a chief, convinces Hoshaf that it is the will of Kirron that struck Viyoh down and he is to be chief so long as Thumfatem is his prophet-advisor. The meek Hoshaf agrees. Thumfatem presents Harshaf to the tribe as the selected chosen of Kirron and a riot ensues. Thumfatem and his supports kill and beat the opposers and in the end Thumfatem’s new heirarchy comes to fruition, with Harshaf serving as chief and chosen of Kirron, and Thumfatem as advisor and prophet of Kirron. [/hider] [hider=This is just for Draco] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVLJRTMLrEc]Just for Draco Spaco Taco Taco Tonnikala[/url] [/hider]