Ankyra Sound saltwater blood

Wriggling, squirming, slithering like a leech fat from the suckling of blood the child clung to the touch of it's mother. Wailing like a banshee it was as if the thing knew of the savagery of which it had been born from, of the circumstance it had been born into.

A storm unwilling to be culled until it found a teat to latch to, the wormish beast gnawed with a mouth not yet fit with the fangs of it's truest form. It would suckle until it hurt to do so any longer, only then releasing to allow itself to sleep.

Determined to grow, determined to live, determined to feed.