We really need an extensive lore write-up because dear Dura this is fucked up.
Like, imagine being a Ya, right? You came to be because the literal gods couldn't handle human ambition and sent the personification of death itself to solve their shit and death itself couldn't come up with anything better than "mix human and animal DNA" and the humans fucking trusted it. There are essentially two superpowers, one being the Leto empire and the other being Bantus and NEITHER of them likes you.
Then the gods boot death from their club because even the gods hate you and think you're an abomination, and death doesn't even claim you either but instead goes to create a new race of demons. But he is partially responsible for you so now everyone hates you even more.
Live among the Leto and be a slave, a pet, or a circus animal, and hope the eventual genocide avoids you
Live in Bantus and most likely get brutally tortured, skinned alive, and hope they at least kill you
Go out in the wilderness among actual wild animals, traverse the literal fucking desert, and hope there's something better behind it
And after possibly decades of this, the goddess of life FINALLY decides that maybe killing you is kinda fucked up, and she offers you to stay in that fucking desert with a "but I'll make you more resilient and buff" or you can go to uncharted magical forest with a "I'll give you some magic if you never take up violence unless I call for it"