Qeya River symphony of life

sort of a cameo post? at any rate: he's skippable!

attuaserk comes into the world unquiet; demanding.

his lungs fill with air that feels cold to him after the eternal warmth of his mother's womb and releases in squalid screams that he cannot hear but only feel in the vibrations of his throat. strange things, these vibrations but not unpleasant.

it is the only way he knows how to communicate; though is unsure what, exactly he wants.

not the soothing of his mother's tongue, cleaning the debris of birth from him. he still screams as if he is filled with insatiable rage.

it is only as he is pressed to her side and guided by instincts that his war cries settle as he suckles greedily, sakhmet's sweet mother milk soothing him to eventual slumber that went undisturbed even when his brother was born and saddled beside him.