The Hunt Ch1 (Unfinished)

Red, that was all there was, and all there ever would be. A crimson blanket clouding their perception. My race were born inevitable hunters, unable to change their own destinies. We had inherited bloodlust from generations that were now no more than mere legends in our stories, rituals and culture. So much as been lost over the centuries. Now the actual meaning of the hunt was no more or less that a fleeting ideology, dead and decaying like the people who spawned it. Such is life.1

The hunt began almost 300 years ago when the last of the colonies left Earth. A doomed land only through what we as people did to it. We turned it into no more than an uninhabitable shell, mined all her resources and polluted the atmosphere. So the world seperated into various colonies and evacuated to the surrounding systems to various planets that would support human life. But it was not to be so. One colony were killed by the planets original inhabitants for trying to enslave them. In the end the only colony left was those who landed on Nova Terra- New Earth.2

The hunt was created based on old earth rituals of the graduation to manhood. Kill your first beast and become a man, but now after three hundred years the meaning behind it has been lost.3