AnthroLand: Alpha

Welcome to Darwinism

In a foreign planet many light years away, there was a planet teeming with intelligent life. In one area, specifically a field with tall yellow grass far as the eye could see, there was an all-female species of humanoid Cheetahs that dominated the area. The sun was shining, there were barely any clouds in the sky, and one of these Cheetahs just couldn't catch a break.

This Cheetah, like the others, wore an animal skin skirt on her hips. Where she stood out was the use of bandages on her chest.

She currently stood beside another, older, Cheetah.

"You know..." Began the older one. "...when I was your age, I'd already found myself a mate."

"Oh my goodness, mother..." Began the bandaged Cheetah. "...not this again."

"You're not getting any younger, Imani." She was crouched in the grass, as was her daughter. "You'll only grow older, and that means your pheromones and looks are only going to get weaker."

"I'll look for a mate when I'm ready."

"Your Aunt Mahnia said the same thing at your age, and you know how that turned ou-." She grew silent, and both Cheetahs snap their heads towards sound of some rustling grass. Their irises grow wide, and they lean their heads forward when they hear even more rustling.

They graciously, and slowly, approach the sound. As they do so, they grip the hilt of their bone swords, and sporadically move their feline ears in all directions.

Now, the rustling had stopped. Imani and her mother continued to slowly walk around the area, and they didn't dare remove their eyes from the ground.

There was a split-second moment where Imani and a small brown anthropomorphic hare locked eyes. Then, the mach-1 chase began.

Her mother, witnessing this, follows closely behind her daughter.

The hare ran in sharp zigzags in an attempt to throw off the larger being, but Imani's turns were not only just as sharp, they were executed in parallel with the hare. It was as if she knew when the hare would turn before the hare did!

Both the hare and Imani could feel their energy reserves rapidly depleting. Unfortunately, Imani was slightly faster, and the hare knew it. Her only saving grace was just ahead: a large green shrub. Zipping in an open field was child's play for Imani, but when it came to following the hare around the shrub, she lost her footing.

"Fuck!" Screamed Imani. She laid there, breathing heavily, in defeat. Fortunately, her mother came from a right angle, and sliced the hare's head clean off.

Thanks to her more experience mother, she gets to eat today.

They sit under a nearby tree, the hare's corpse beside them, and continue to catch their breath.

"You...have much...to learn..." Says her exhausted mother.

"I...tripped..." Responded Imani.

"You...got out-skilled..."

Both of them kept an eye on their surroundings. The last thing they needed was to be robbed of a kill while exhausted. They would feast now, but they were far too exhausted. Going that fast has the drawback of a longer recovery time.

Some time later, with the sun now gone, the two Cheetahs lay on the floor and look up at the stars. It was an endless sea of them with the large, and colorful, core of the galaxy making itself known in the center.

"No matter how many times I look at it, the night sky never gets any less beautiful." Imani says.

"Not as beautiful as the sight of a baby in your arms." That comment forces a sigh from Imani.