Problems with being a young awkward teenager trying to survive the wild chaotic Miami waves of violence, as young black man. Travale Tremont realizes he must fight to sustain even legitimize his very existence. Not only the streets, and the ooze of a contemptible society, but also a treacherous foe aptly called Vein. An enemy that omits a deadly cocktail of toxins that blanket his rampage of death to whomever inhales it, and a lethal mixture of venom from an antagonist whose claws that cut deep, rip, and tear, as he injects poisons into his victims. A villain that increases in size and power by each soul he devours.

Can "Blackman," and his two female companions surmount "Vien," and his unquenchable lust for souls? And can a teenage love, any love blossom, persist, even exist in the middle of this? If so great! But can they also muster up enough moxie to "Emuck," and her countless army of female centaurs? Who've sworn to overtake the earth, reclaim, and restore it back to its former glory. And using the humans for servants, and sustenance. Hence the battle of the four-legged ones vs the two-legged ones is about to ensue!