I was born underground, hidden away from the world, and for good reason. I'm a half breed, a combination of Yautja and ooman, an abomination.

There are others like me, a community of my people, living with the oomans that aren't supposed to be alive either.

The human numbers grew quickly and vastly, and so a law was made, to control their numbers. They were hunted, and eventually allowed to live in peace, as long as their numbers were kept low.

The human resolution, was to hide the excess humans underground, with the hidden half breeds. A world created by a yautja clan leader, who loved a human, and bred with her.

I love the world below, but the predator within longs to be free. The predator within desires to hunt, and we're being denied our true nature. Our diets are strictly plant based, when our bodies desire the bloody taste of flesh. The humans think that it's a paradise, I see it as a place of confinement.

It is beautiful, a beautiful captivity. Living amongst the humans with no body coverings, we're kept away from the other two communities. The other communities are a group of humans, which are mated in a non-traditional way, females with females and males with males. The third community houses humans with alpha males and beta females.

My one wish is to be free of this place, to explore the wonders above.

I spend my days with the other Yautja males, training for a hunt, that we'll never get to experience. "Today, will be different." Our trainer Yah'tu, an elder half breed, joins us in the training room, followed by a few of the young females.

"Today, and until further notice, you'll partner with one of the human females, and train them."

"Why?" I ask, not wanting to deal with a simpering female.

"Because, this is what you're being told to do."

"Yes, but ... why?"

"Choose your partner, and begin please.

Watching as the others are partnering up, I notice one female who's boldly watching me. "Da'sal, come with me." Says, the trainer.

Following him to another room, he beckons me to come closer.

"Must you always question authority?" He whispers, tightly.

"Why not, if I'm being to told to do something, I expect a reason for doing so."

With a heavy sigh, he draws me closer. "It's a social experiment, the human females aren't taking an interest in our males, as they used to. We live long lives, but aren't immortal. We need females to produce offspring."

"I'm not ready to be mated."

"You're way past that stage, and you know it. We expect you to achieve a union from this pairing. Do your duty."

My Duty... a breeder, I've never been so insulted, de-yautjanized...

Going to the world within a world, the sand and craters below us, I spend my evenings exploring them. There's multiple bodies of water in the caves, a favorite pastime for the humans. It's usually quiet when I go there, but tonight there's a sound that some humans make when they're sleeping. Drawing nearer to the sound, it stops and I stop listening.

The footsteps are light, and I surmise that it's a female. Moving closer to her withdrawing steps, the intruder stops. Continuing on, I follow, and the steps instantly are hurried. It's an easy task of catching up to the prowler, as they're backed into a corner in one of the dead end caves.

I can see her, but she can't see me, and running for the only way out, I trip her. Standing over her, she screams again, and asking her to stop, she complies. Interested in how I got down here, I answer her questions, her face registers shock, before she extends a hand to me.

"I'm Amara, and you are?"

"Da'sal."

She's from above ground, and wasn't born on this planet.