Some say on this very day, the most beautiful of wolves was born. Well, at least that is what I say. My body has spent much time in the warm comfort of my mother's womb. I had to get my beauty rest, of course, and I just had to make sure I was all gussied up for my entrance into the new world. No one was going to force me out until I was ready. My fur had to be perfect, my limbs formed and my face unscathed. I had worked hard on making the perfect body, piecing myself together exactly how I wanted. I would tolerate no less than my glorious. I do know that I will be born in blood and goop and other quite disgusting things, but under all of that filth will be the Jewel of Diveen....me.

I am thinking it is time. I feel that all my sparkles are placed just right on the areas of very light grey, that graced my face, tail and legs. I am mostly a stunning white, and I will learn that my Father will be most pleased at my choice. White is a superior color to black, after all, because it is on me. That is how the world works right? I had made sure to be the prettiest, and thus white must be the most pretty of all. My logic could not be flawed. I decided to take on eyes that were better than both of my parents. My mother had these yellow eyes like the sun, and I did not think they would match with my fabulous fur. Father's violet blue was a bit too...uninteresting, so I decided to take his eyes and change them just a bit. I made them a bit darker and more blue. I am very pleased with my eyes, that no one else can see yet, I know they will be the talk of the pack, because everything about me will be worth taking about, yes?

I had just finished craving out every little muscle to a T, every part of my was ready to be shown to the world. I may be small right now inside of my midnight mother, but I am not ready to be presented and loved. Yes, I will be loved and adored by everyone around me. I will demand it, and if I am not given the love and adoration I so totally deserve then...then...I will...yell at them or something. I haven't figured that out yet. I just know it will happen. With a gentle kick, I let my mother know that I am sufficiently prepared to leave the womb. I do not need to be violent with her, I am sure she understands the needs to of a lady such as I.

I wait in the womb for my mother to birth me, and she is very...slow at it. I am sure that I could do better when my time comes, although, puppies are rather nasty looking at birth, and I am not sure I want to get any of that...goo on me after this little experience. The time does come though, and the world becomes a lot more closed off. I dislike being this...squished, it is like being suffocated through some slimy tunnel. Unacceptable. Mother must be punished for doing this to me, and I am ensure it with a good bite to the nipple. I begin to wiggle, my little paws attempting to flail and soon enough I am free from the confinement of my mother. I still feel the strange membrane around me, and it is gross. I do not approve. I kick and I kick, my voice protesting the fact that my mother is much too slow at taking care of this whole birthing situation. How irritating. Can she not see that I had spent a lot of time figuring out what to wear for the rest of my life? Do I not deserve to be cleaned off in a timely manner? Maybe my perception of time is off in this dark world, but it is my perception and it is obviously the correct one.

I soon feel that my mother has cleaned me, taking away the nastiness of the womb. I feel the air of the world around me and I fill my little lungs up. It is wonderful, this air, and I highly enjoy breathing. I find that my mother then decides to violate my rights as the most beautiful and wondrous of all wolves, and she picks me up without permission. Again, mother, something I do no appreciate. I am placed down again, and I wiggle around in protect. I am, however, comforted by the lick of someone else. I do not know it at the time, but it is my father. Apparently I cannot do anything with my voice by shriek, so I decide to attempt to lick him on the muzzle when he is close. I like his scent, the scent of my father that is. It is a nice scent and I am liking this father of mine already. I am thinking he should spoil me with more licks but he does not, no, instead I feel the vibrations of my mother, being torn from the form of my father who smells so nice and I am once again unhappy.

I call out, a shrill cry of injustice as I am taken away from my father to be placed by the belly of my mother. I would have continued my cries if it wasn't for the scent of milk tempting me. I must say, I am still a newborn puppy. I cannot resist a good milk filled nipple, and it is a good time to give my mother a rough bite for all of her mess ups with my birth. Call me picky, but I deserve only the best. I latch on, biting down although I do not think I am formed enough yet to harm her, unfortunately. I do begin to drink her milk, and take her life to perfect my own out of the womb. This will have to do for now, I guess. The Jewel of Diveen has to be polished and shined before going out of the den. At some point though, there will be another who rest by my side, taking my nipples and I will be sure to kick her ruthlessly for taking what is mine. I do not know yet that it is my sister, but that is almost...irrelevant. Maybe I will grow to like her, my little sister. Maybe I will take care of her like a personal doll. Whatever the case though, I am particularly possessive of my nipples, and she is not to take what is mine. I will allow her to have one nipple, but I will fight for the rest. I need them for my beauty regimen, I am I am not willing to share.