Morning, Keep the Streets Empty For Me

Warmth. Darkness. It was the known, it was what the little creature was comfortable with. Despite being crushed now amid the twitching bodies of those around her, whom she knew only by their proximity. She could not see or smell them, but sometimes she could hear them, and more often than that, feel them. Numerous times she had been kicked and smacked, pushed around by the wriggling beings all around her.
The spasms came suddenly, without warning.
Everything the tiny beastie knew and was comfortable with was suddenly expelling her, thrusting her out of the dark womb with a gruelling finality. Why must she be the first to endure this? slowly, she was squeezed and shoved, prodded and yanked, until at some point she began to feel cold. Her petite rear began to suffer the indecency of the air. Then, she was plopped down into the dirt and racked with shivers. An indignant mewl was all she managed to utter, her failed attempt at an enraged roar. How dare she be kicked out of her home? She liked it there, it was comfortable and nice, despite the obvious downside of her siblings constant abuse.
The small creature wriggled and whimpered, uncomfortable and scared by it all. She couldn't see. However, she could hear the crashing, roaring of some great beast ready to gobble her up mercilessly. Frightened, she continued to cry out in her tiny voice. Suddenly there was smell, the biting of air in her itty bitty nose. Nothing made sense, everything was so terrifying. Still her barely developed vocals wailed pitifully for help from someone, anyone.


OOC: Den's first ever puppy post is terrible, Den is ashamed.




"Speech"

But the rest is forgotten