"Warrior, tell me your story."
Deep in space where no one can hear you scream there was a mother ship.
Mother ship that carried legendary warriors that travel through out the galaxy to hunt honourable prey.
Within the ship there were all the same but yet different spieces of aliens called the Yautja.
All live and travel together but all seperated by different clans.
All clans were seperated by each section with in the ship but all come together for one cause...
To hunt!
The yautja live on their own planet and many choose to stay to raise their families or do private missions for their higher archery.
The planet was always hot but still fresh with green jungles full of prey and training stadiums to train unblooded pups to go on their first hunt when they reached adulthood.
The planet had different habitats for many varieties of training and survival skills.
Jungles to hunt, moutains to create weapons, cliffs to fight and deserts to survive.
Everything was beautiful but deadly at the same time.
To die within your home planet would be the biggest honour to a young pup.
How do I know this?
Because this is my TRUE home.
My home planet but it wasn't my birth place.
I was born on a back water planet where my grandfather and my father went on their routine hunts for 'hard meats'
The planet were Oomans roam, breed and greedly try to study our knowledge for their own selfish gain.
My grandfather, Light-stepper the leader of our Clan and my father Ra'Kar his last born and future leader if he past his final test.
They had a pure bond of father and son and the bond was tested on the night I was born.
My name is Alari the swift and this my puphood story.
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My Ooman, My pup
Fanfictionyou heard of humans fighting along side with the predators. you heard humans being accepted as one of the predators. but have you ever heard of humans being adopted by the predators. This story contains swearing, gore and sexuality. Suitable for rea...
