For centuries humanity has been string into the sky, wondering if there is someone else there. A dream of meeting someone else there was what kept everyone pushing for space exploration. For more robust, more advanced technology, to reach the holy grail of FTL travel.

That dream would never come. The best and brightest couldn't crack it - it always remained just out of reach. Yet even that proved not enough to dissuade them.

Sublight colonisation was the only alternative - massive ships filled with criopods were soon leaving the solar system, carrying all brave or foolish enough on one-way voyages into the unknown. You were amongst them.

A 150 year trip left your colony ship in orbit of a strange, turquoise world orbiting a white star. A world that long-range scanners on Earth marked as potentially habitable. And well... it was. Landing craft entered the atmosphere, building a few settlements over the enormous continent of your new home.

The planet proved... strange. And yet, the blue and turquoise vegetation proved the least odd. It was the scale of things that made people reconsider their choices. Even the smallest of rodents were larger than elephants, while other fauna easily dwarfing anything Earth had ever birthed. The first week was difficult - with animals constantly encroaching on the colony, you had to deploy watch to fight it off. The second week was deadly, with a perimeter breached, and people abducted by birds. And the third week... well, it was when the things ended.

It took one panicked herd to flatten the colony, crushing everything and everyone under their hooves. How you survived was a mystery even to you - a mad dash towards the treeline shouldn't have worked, but you were just lucky to avoid the stampede. Once the threat had passed, you returned to the site, hoping to find survivours...

Nothing but flattened ruins and bloody stains remained. If anyone else survived, they haven't had the same idea as you. You stood over the wreckage, staring at it motionlessly... and it finally hit you. It was over. You were over. Surviving this didn't mean you'd live - it just meant that you'd get to die in a different, most likely more painful way in the coming days. You collapsed to your knees, hope leaving you at last and cried... That's when an enormous shadow fell over you.

You thought it was a marauding beast from the herd, or a scavenger in search of an easy meal. You waited for the end but... it never came. After a long, agonising wait, you've finally turned and witnessed something you had never expected. A titan.

An enormous, anthropomorphic vixen taller than two dozen stories eyed you curiously, almost as if she was inspecting a peculiar insect. Her orange eyes contrasted sharply with her blue and white fur that made her blend with the environment so well, her ears twitching with the slightest of sounds. Her body fit and muscular, covered only by a primitive loincloth and bra, her feet in leathery sandals, she looked and behaved like a hunter, the spear in her hand confirming it further. Her hunting party was what caused the stampede, you realised, even if it was not their intent to hurt your people.

A massive hand extended towards you.