Born, not made. Nature’s will in mortal form.

Primalists are born, not made—nature’s will made flesh. They come into the world not through mortal union, but through sacred, immaculate births among druids and fey, chosen and kindled by The Wild itself. Each one is a miracle, a child of balance and instinct, raised not just by a mother but by groves, storms, and spirit. Where others draw upon the power of nature, Primalists are that power—embodying its ferocity, vitality, and wrath. Whether beast, storm, or verdant force, each reflects a fragment of the wild heart that birthed them. Rarest of all are the Wildhearts, who awaken to all aspects at once, carrying within them the full harmony—and danger—of nature’s untamed soul.