In the far reaches of space exist dozens of lifeforms, including the planet Khemia. On this land exist millions of people known as Khemians, anthropomorphic jackals with jet black fur and golden accents.

Inside the deep recesses of the kingdom, one particular jackal exited his elaborate, humming to himself. He had a relaxed saunter, the tails of his shendyt shaking. The jackal would pass by the kitchen, where several drones prepared breakfast, though the canine wasn’t all that hungry. Using his adept claws, he plucked a dozen or so strawberries from a fruit bowl and tossed them into his maw.

This was Neferu: the Flower of Khermia. He wouldn’t spend long inside, heading towards the castle’s garden. The prince, in the midst of chewing more of the sweet, red fruit, lounged against the edge of his family’s fountain, bits of water peppering his warm fur.

“Mmh…I’ve barely been up for an hour, yet I still feel like I want to sleep for a century or two,” Neferu yawned, turning on his belly and closing his eyes, before suddenly opening them after hearing someone from nearby.