She was filled in a void so warm and cramped. Her heart with beating at the pulse of the universe that she was so trapped within, and oh, how did her little body despise being trapped within this world, where her body was not able to stretch and move how she so desired. She was the one that wiggled and squired like a worm desperately trying to make its way off the cement and back into the dirt. She was the relentless one that demanded to be felt by whatever was around her in this world. Yes, she blind and deaf, lacking some of the senses she would later gain, but she could still feel, and she wanted to live. Her size was not going to stop her.

There was a tremor in her current world. A tremor that caused her to writhe and squirm. It was time for to go, time for her to leave this world and enter a land of Demons. She does not know the culture of the ones who created her. She only knew her primal needs, the natural movements and instincts of her own body. The world moves and gravity seems to shift. She feels like a hand is gripping at her throat. She dislikes the feeling of being pushed around, being torn from her comfort zone, and yet she was somewhat ready. As she leaves the body of her mother, she feels a freedom she had never felt before. She feels the walls of previous universe crumble all around her. She was free. Finally free.

She may be small, but she was not going to be forgotten. Immediately the girl screams, a shriek so loud with her very first breath. It is a rare thing, to be so loud on the first break of silence. It was a sound to be remembered. She felt the rough nudges of her mother upon her body as she looked for faults within herself, and Siren was not pleased. She shifted, her legs kicking and kicking, her whole head thrashing about in the new world that actually allows her to stretch her legs. Again, she screams, her voice shrill as she fights for her second primal need, the first being that of breathing in the spring air that dusts the confines of the den.

Siren was not going to be pushed aside. She wiggles to the belly of her mother, her nose guiding her to the scent of delicious life. She was the first born, the first to get a choice of food. Her muzzle reaches out, little mouth biting at her mother until she grasps onto a juicy nipple. She will eat furiously, tasting the gift that her mother gives her. If another body tries to stop her, she will do her best to fight back by sheer force of will. Siren was born at a disadvantage, especially for this age due to her size. She will fight, but ultimately she will not have the strength to not be pushed aside. She will learn, to be as annoying as possible to get what she wants, and she will be determined to feed until her belly no longer rumbles. She will then call out, her voice that of nothing but curiosity, to experience her new found voice that vibrates her whole being. She does so while her own mother howls out, not hearing but feeling her mother's own vibrations. Soon after, she would find something absolutely strange taking her over. A desire to be still, to shut down and remain limp. Sleep. A terrible thing, but she is forced to sleep. Tomorrow, she would scream again. She will be heard.