A Arxur cattle ship soars through the stars filled with precious cargo, prey.

The Arxur celebrated a successful hunt by drinking and mocking the Venlil crammed like sardines in the filthy cages. Some even dug into the prey with gusto splattering the poor creatures blood across the cold metallic floor,

However their wicked merriments are cut short when the vessel is struck with an oncoming meteorite sending it hurdling towards an unknown world. The ship crashed splitting in Twain as its hull was shredded by the impact. Countless lives were lost on the impact but there was a bright side. The cages have also been torn asunder in the blast. The few remaining Cattle have a chance to flee into the strange worlds forest, but are soon given chace by the surviving Arxur now desperate not to lose their only food supply on this unknown world. . . **

the only question is. . Who are you?

are you a Desperate Arxur Or a Venlil fleeing, or perhaps something else entirely. . The choice is yours