Chapter 1 - Me, a Puppy?!

At first the only thing I could discern was a excruciating pain and a weird pressure around me, until a wave of sensations hit my senses and overflow my brain, taking me some time and a deep breath of fresh air to try and figure it out what the hell was happening.

 I'm feeling extremely tired, my limbs are numb and squishy, furthermore I can't even open my eyes, only being able to hear some whimpering sounds, smelling something sweet while someone keeps annoyingly poking my side, lightly kicking me on the belly. Oi! Stop it will ya?!

"Welcome, my child." Says a very feminine and soft voice somewhere around me.

I try to move but my limbs feel like jelly, and all I manage to do was scratching the floor until something wet passed through my back and my eyes. It felt good, and just then I realize how filthy I was, as I got clean up from all the goop on me. Once clean I was able to open my eyes, only to see a gigantic snout in front of me.

I jumped in surprise and whined, earning a laugh from the big snout. Wait, what? I look up only to meet a pair of lovely brown eyes, earning another lick as, still very confused, I looked down and see a pair of tiny paws with little claws. What! I whimper again, and this time I received a poke from the snout. Then another. Then another.

Ok, ok, what do you want! I'm having a crisis here! Pomp, pomp.

"Stand up, time to eat"

She was trying to… make me stand? How with this tiny chubby members? She insisted, poking me again, helping me keep my balance, and once up in trembling limbs she guides me slowly to her belly where a tasty smell engulfed my senses, and before I realize I was drinking her milk.

Wow, this… couldn't get stranger, could it?

Piece by piece my brain tries to make sense of what's happening.

Am I…a puppy? How? I wasn't a puppy, I was… what? No, I'm a puppy, but why I don't feel like one? There is something strange, a sensation…

I yawn, suddenly very tired and with a slight headache, licking my nose with my tiny tongue, as I crawled away to sleep, full and warm.

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Well, I figure out a few things out of this mess after a while; first of all, we are actually not dogs, even though we have the appearance of one – a black Doberman with little stump tails – but in one month I was already big, like tiny horse size big, like not normal dog size big. Second of all, that this place was really, really dangerous; my brother – the guilty one from the tiny kicks earlier- and I watched mom hunt and well… where should I begin?

She exploded. Literally.

Amidst the flames she doubles her size, her black fur changing into scales and having, below them, a red-orange fire burning inside her and escaping through the gaps, as if she was made of the flames. Plus the things she hunted… cows with three horns and six legs, deers with razor-sharp teeth, monkeys with four big arms…

Mom is amazing, definitively going to give her that, even more doing it so all alone, uhm.

Aaaand my baby brother is annoying.

He wants to play all–the-goddamnit-time. Like, is late, I'm trying to sleep, so don't start chewing on my ears! That's was when I learned that I could throw a fireball, as well as that we're immune to fire, no-not that I tried to burn my brother or anything like that – cough cough.

And the third thing… well, I learned it in a stormy night, when we were hiding inside a cave; as creatures made of fire, we didn't like been soaked, even more as pups; and being stuck for two days in a close in space, even worst without mother as she went out hunting, we had nothing to do, even my annoying brother ended all his plays and games and just went to sleep.

I wasn't tired so I went to the entrance of the cave, looking out at the storm, and took in my reflection on a puddle of water. Brown eyes like my mother, but not as warm and welcoming, black fur with some spots of brown on the chest and snout, very similar to my brother as both our expressive faces were marked with eyebrow-like brown round spots, but different in some ways, including the size, since I was bigger, and in the brown spots around our body since I didn't have brown-gloves upon my paws as him. Then, just by looking at myself, appraising my appearance, something strange popped out:

-Appraisal completed-

Name:???

Gender: Male

Race: Hell Hound

Age: 0

Level: 1

HP: 100-100

MP:15-15

SP:250-250

Attributes: Fire, Shadow

Titles: The Wise, Angry One, Reincarnated

Attacks: Claw, Bite, Fireball 1

Magic: Appraisal 1, Fire resistance 5, Hell Form 0

Status: Bored

Wait, what?! Where is all this information coming from?! I look again at the puddle, but nothing happens. Weird… Wait, it said appraisal, right? I looked at myself again and thought: appraisal.

Then the same information appeared again.

"Holly sh-"

Ding – Hound language 1

W-wait, give me time to breathe here! Appraisal means to… analyze something right? Then I ended up doing it to myself? It's a type of magic as the fireball? And I won't even start talking about that I almost swore my first words, mother would have chewed my ears off, ugh.

I stood up, clawing my way inside the howling cave, and sat straight beside my brother, feeling excited and thrilled. I looked at the floor. Maybe it will work on other things as well?

Appraisal – Rock

…

Just that?

Appraisal – Rock

Appraisal – Rock

Appraisal – Rock

… Then how about… I turned to my brother and said Appraisal – Dumb Brother.

…

Well, I wouldn't disagree… I mean, oi! Don't speak badly about my brother!

Ding – Title earned – Doting Brother

Sigh, I give up understanding it… for now. I lay down, putting my head over my paws, having my brother rolling in his sleep beside me until he landed glued to my side. Sigh.

Mother spoke little with us, I thought before closing my eyes, occupied as she was with hunting and producing milk in the past weeks, but now that I was able to speak I will ask her about the information that popped up, especially that reincarnated one. What does it mean? I thought as I fell asleep.