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Summary: Zul'raj Waku's early years - childhood, his relationship with Zigamaz, and the workings of Hakkim on his son's minds that eventually led to the change in Raj and his eventual joining in to the Ginnalka Patrol.
At this point, it was simply par for the course. You rose, you fought, you shed blood and got a few more scars, you ate, you fought more, and then you slept. There was no praise but the glancing eye of your sire and the promise that, if you did well, it would be he who put a mark on your hide next – you were then worthy of his attention, even if it was a vicious one. Every single day was spent fighting and bickering amongst brothers, even if you did not know the underlying cause. Fight, find out who's better than who, and hope the Old Roarer wanders past slow enough that he'll be able to see which of your generation's coming out on top all the time. Pray, pray that he sees you, because there's nothing worse than not catching his eye. Tear your brother's ear off if you must; cripple him for a day and let Regeneration repair him, but by Loa, catch the Old Roarer's eye, because in all the toil and agonies, the piles of pain and the rending scars on your hide, there is no greater pleasure or pride than being challenged by Hakkim, your sire, and if he takes your life, then you got the pleasure of being the one who got his attention long enough for him to tear your throat out.
That was, at least, how we looked at it. From the first day you could step a step on your own, you were conditioned to want father's attention, to vie for his attention, and to do anything you could to make sure you did as your older brothers did – come out on top. Rest. Fight. Bleed. Eat. Fight over eating. Eat during the fighting.. Make sure you were ready and always knew who was behind you.
Pure, unbridled Hell from Day One.