Reign: Realities - Newborn World

The churning mass of flesh and light menaces me. It opens hundreds of shifting mouths and charges at me with thousands of legs.  I’m not fast enough. My dagger is useless. It wants to consume me, to steal my name and my form and add it to its chaos.  I refuse to die here. I am Kin. I am tamer, not tamed.  I drop my weapon and grasp the mass. I ignore the explosion of sensations on my skin and dig my fingers in. I think of the gray, four legged creatures in the forest, the one my father named “Wolf.” He killed wolves with ease, but I am not my father. I am better. Why make something to kill when it could instead serve? I imagine the Wolf but smaller, its legs longer and thinner, its facial features softer. When it is done, the mass opens its two eyes and I see a flash of terror in them.  I pet its snout. “Dog,” I say. It’s just a random utterance, but it feels right. “You are Dog.”  What is the Newborn World? The Newborn World is a prehistoric fantasy setting where you and your friends