Human Hunt

100,000,000 years in the future, the Kraktol (Reptilians) send their fresh recruits to train on a world known as Tarus II. However, these fresh-scales don’t realize their ‘prey’ is actually the deadliest hunter in the known universe: A Neanderthal, brought back to life from the ancient Terran times. This is a short three-part mini-series, set as a sequel to a future sequel to The Last Precursor.

Human Hunt

Nine Kraktol warriors, all mere young-bloods, slither into the largest forest on Tarus II. The thick tree-top cover drastically cuts down on the mid-morning sunlight, causing them to proceed with the utmost caution. Their eyes, superior to those of the accursed Mallali, serve only to counter-balance their less-than-stellar hearing. Lacking the enhanced auditory capabilities of the Mallali, they can only sweep their vision from side to side, keeping their eyes out for the Neanderthal’s traps.
Byklokinator July 3, 2021February 8, 2026

Several times, one of the male or female Kraktol will stop and grunt while pointing at crude-looking rope traps made from woven vines. After having their dear leader snatched out from under their noses in the middle of the night, these fresh graduates don’t dare to underestimate the so-called ‘primitive human’ any longer. "Look here,"…

Read More Nine Kraktol warriors, all mere young-bloods, slither into the largest forest on Tarus II. The thick tree-top cover drastically cuts down on the mid-morning sunlight, causing them to proceed with the utmost caution. Their eyes, superior to those of the accursed Mallali, serve only to counter-balance their less-than-stellar hearing. Lacking the enhanced auditory capabilities of the Mallali, they can only sweep their vision from side to side, keeping their eyes out for the Neanderthal’s traps.
Human Hunt

Nine Kraktol warriors, all mere young-bloods, slither into the largest forest on Tarus II. The thick tree-top cover drastically cuts down on the mid-morning sunlight, causing them to proceed with the utmost caution. Their eyes, superior to those of the accursed Mallali, serve only to counter-balance their less-than-stellar hearing. Lacking the enhanced auditory capabilities of the Mallali, they can only sweep their vision from side to side, keeping their eyes out for the Neanderthal’s traps.
Byklokinator July 3, 2021

Several times, one of the male or female Kraktol will stop and grunt while pointing at crude-looking rope traps made from woven vines. After having their dear leader snatched out from under their noses in the middle of the night, these fresh graduates don’t dare to underestimate the so-called ‘primitive human’ any longer. "Look here,"…

Read More Nine Kraktol warriors, all mere young-bloods, slither into the largest forest on Tarus II. The thick tree-top cover drastically cuts down on the mid-morning sunlight, causing them to proceed with the utmost caution. Their eyes, superior to those of the accursed Mallali, serve only to counter-balance their less-than-stellar hearing. Lacking the enhanced auditory capabilities of the Mallali, they can only sweep their vision from side to side, keeping their eyes out for the Neanderthal’s traps.
Human Hunt

Ten young Kraktol warriors, consisting of four males and six females, slowly approach one of Tarus II’s many forests. As part of their mission to ‘exterminate the Neanderthal,’ the ten Unblooded warriors haven’t any idea the truth behind their commander’s intentions. They believe their journey will end once they exterminate the lone Human living on this planet, but what they don’t know is that their superiors expect most of them to suffer horrible deaths at the Terran’s hands.
Byklokinator June 2, 2021

Recruit Stormjaw, a purple-scaled male, deferentially allows the superior Kraktol females to take the lead. As a matriarchal species, the female crocodilians often stand a full head taller than their masculine counterparts. Their bodies, better built to withstand the rigors of combat, allow them to take on countless other sentients in brutal melee brawls. Especially…

Read More Ten young Kraktol warriors, consisting of four males and six females, slowly approach one of Tarus II’s many forests. As part of their mission to ‘exterminate the Neanderthal,’ the ten Unblooded warriors haven’t any idea the truth behind their commander’s intentions. They believe their journey will end once they exterminate the lone Human living on this planet, but what they don’t know is that their superiors expect most of them to suffer horrible deaths at the Terran’s hands.