Sawtooth Spire how to make a homemade mummy: get a corpse, get gauze, get comfy

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In blatant truth, the imps and the starry foundling were one in the same;

greedy and in the common struggle for power over attention, warmth . .  . milk most of all. Astraeus couldn't find a thread of sympathy in the strewn muscles of his heart. This den wasn't his homestead anyways — the mutual resentment from his litter mates wasn't hard to discern. As if Wylla and Mahler hadn't already concluded he wasn't a threat to their newborn progeny, as if his existence was just a fold in their matting they could stamp out later. He had held no loyalties, but only unto the queen's breast. 

Phaedra was only beginning to learn hunger as he had (even if it was only for a few nights) and Thade had surrender to a fitful repose. Brows furrowing, frustration at this show of blatant cowardice. Twas' only two other foes bested, he'd shown his strength and they were left to whining as they should. Their pampered lives had never licked what suffering entails, try tummy rumbles for three eves.

May passion give them vitality and suffering whet their persons, for dealing with Astraeus' jealous and desirous needs for dominance were tribulations for everyone who crossed him.

Cuddling the den mother's frame, he suckled in newfound comfort without disturbances.