He didn't know there was a world outside of the constant thump-ba-bump of his mothers heart, he honestly doesn't know he's within the woman, doesn't know what a woman was, or why he was here. Tucked within his little sac he can't really move, his tiny feet twitch of course, but other than that he is stationary within the floating ooze of the womb. Occassionally he feels the fainter heart beats of his siblings, unknowing that there is more to this vast expanse of nothingness than himself. It would probably be why he would live up to his namesake when he got it. With each passing day it grew more cramped within their space. No more room to twitch even. He grew frustraited. Felt like the world was begining to shrink, to try to suffocate him. It would be his one flaw. The vain little creature wouldn't like the closeness of walls. If he didn't have breathing room he would be bound to snap.

All at once, their space became so restricted that he wanted to cry out, to let the world know that no one was allowed to do such a thing to him, but no lips moved and no voice filtered through. He tried to struggle, tried to be the first one out. To reach the surface of this darkness and thrive. Every few seconds the walls would close down around him and he would attempt to struggle more. Pushing into the others that filled this vast ooze filled cavern with him. Though he only thought them more walls. On occassion he'd heard a deeper voice than the one that had been with them constantly, but he didn't pay heed to it's tones for the words did not make sense to him. After a few moments of struggle there is room within the cavern that was their mothers womb. Others had left. With that final push he was free. The sac clung tight to his body and he pushed with all his might, those short white stubby arms trying in vain to free him from the mucus membrain that threatened to send the little pup into a fit of histerics.

It wasn't long before it was removed, he was picked up and pushed around, tossed from side to side until he rolled over on his back, once the pressure stopped he managed to wiggle himself upright and then the squeaks prevailed. His lungs burst forth in a fury that had yet to be unleashed on the world. He was alive. And free from that crushing expanse. He vowed on this very day to never let another thing or creature crush him like that poor excuse for a home had been. He is pushed around some more before a female voice finds them satisfingly in the right place, he squeaks and sqwacks at the woman, kicking and trying to bite at her though he gets no where in his weak state. Another thing he vows to never show again. Weakness. Once she is satisfied with it all she begins to name them. He is close to her belly, the warm fur makes him move closer and without a care for who she is speaking to he latches onto a nipple and begins to suck. Ahhh yes, the warmth flows down his throat and he is greedy in his need for this milk as it rolls down in tiny drops under his chin and onto his chest.

"talks like this"