Age brings slowness and slowness allows the carnivores to get closer with each hunt. One must have dexterity and speed to avoid the carnivores and strength and cunning to satisfy one's own hungers.
My time, and story start in the Garden of Eden. All people born of woman have experienced the miracle of birth. Neither I or my companion Eve have experienced this miracle. We just experienced the shock of immediate existence. It was like awakening from a long dreamless sleep to a blue sky and lush green surroundings.
The Big Guy created us and although I could see no discernible physical difference between us and those who came from women, their personalities and understanding of life seem less absolute. Where I see sharp distinctions between black and white, good and evil, hot and cold, they see gray, extenuating circumstances and moderate temperatures. This difference may be the result of Original Sin or simply the result of being created from the almighty's edict versus being created in the warm womb of a woman.
Today, I am a very old man. My time in the Garden was short because I was banished to a new place the inhabitants call Earth. It is here that I have lived the majority of my life. It is clear that the people in the Garden all descend from Eve, the first mother. But here on Earth, the concept, or necessity, of having a first mother seems lost on earth people. The people of Earth have little need or interest in knowing who the first mother was. Many here, although not all, trace their birth to the seed of Lucifer. Everyone has a mother but their mother's mother seems unimportant to them and at best, is only an abstraction. I have my suspicions on who might be this "Mother of all Mothers" but I will put these aside until I reach a more appropriate time in my story.