Results: You pulled out your _dagger_, your _crossbow_ handy nearby. You _attack the newcomer_.

Swinging your blade, you catch the attention of the newcomer.

But, it's unlike anything you have ever seen.

One could argue it was a Shallawa/Dilono mix like you, but it would be a hard combination to make. It's scales were brown and thick, your dagger doing little to pierce through the tough armor.

It swiped at you with a four-fingered hand, a sudden and sharp pain blooming on your side. You scream.

The two you spotted earlier took notice of your cry, the parrot electing to run to safety with their partner on their back.

You were now alone with this thing.

Before it can land another blow, you roll to the side. An organic club larger than any you've seen smashes into the ground, leaving a small crater where your head was.

Quickly you scamper to your feet, now understanding why so few came back. As you run through the trees, your vision slowly fades the longer your blood trail becomes.

The thing lands in front of you, folding in its large wings. The bolt you suddenly shot could have been so, so much more effective if you weren't shaking and missed its slit eye. Rather it harmlessly tinked off the scales.

The last thing you see are large jaws going for your face.

Blackness.

It's startling at first, but almost, . . . Familiar.

"Guess who'sssss back?" Yes. You've heard this voice before. Elegant in a way. You turn, finding the Glimmering Sky Serpent making her ways towards you. Beside her is the Great Molding Mastadon and, another you couldn't place. They didn't look anything like a crow from the legends.

But something about their appearance made you wary of them.

"Do not feel like your life was in vain." The Molding Mastadon spoke. "For you have ensured that the heir of the Primata tribe can live."

"The bad news is, you may have been the catalyst for a war against two cultures." The third deity spoke.

"How will you choose which side to join again?" The new crocodilian asked.

"Oh hussssssh. Of coursssse they would like to sssstick with sossssmething familiar. Here. Pick out one of thesssse deary." The Sky Serpent hisses at the crocodilian as they offer you six figures. You are hit with a wave of deja vu as you almost recognize the figures. But, one is missing.

Yes. There is the There was a red swimmer, a blue flyer, a brown skitterer, a tan runner, a green crawler, and a yellow charger, but. . . What was the seventh again? You couldn't remember.

You turn to the Molding Mastadon, taking note of the white and black studded horns. "Did you make these?"

"Yes, but not by myself of course. I had help."

"Now pick one deary." The Sky Serpent prodded, a gleam in her eyes. With a clearing of a throat, you 7 see her feathers getting ruffled.

"Maybe they would like to test run of one mine?" The crocodilian said in a way that made you uneasy. Looking at what was in his hands, you find a mass of just about all colors of the rainbow melting and colliding with each other. How can something be so. Unorganized?

"Why would they want to pick one of your ssssspaghetti sssssstrands when they can have a form already made? All of yourssss are jussssst a repaint of one boring form with sssssmall things added. How can that be in any way a good choice?" The Sky Serpent hissed.

"Slavia. Kronos. Save your quarrels. You." The Molding Mastadon turns towards you. One of his tusks had a white pendant, the other black.

"Pick who you are to align with with this next life."

A: Sky Serpent
A1: Red
A2: Yellow
A3: Green
A4: Blue
A5: Tan
A6:Brown

B: Bad vibes croc (3 vote)
B1: Red (1)
B2: Orange
B3: Yellow
B4: Green
B5: Blue
B6: Purple (2)
B7: Tan
B8: Brown
B9: White
B10: Black

C: Mastodon
???
C2: White (1)