Bites-The-Hand
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Any hand raised against my brothers, I shall devour.
Biography
His father was a Bone Gnawer. His mother was a stray dog.
His father didn't live to see him born. His littermates didn't make it out of the drowning-bag.
The river didn't kill him, but the streets would have... if he hadn't fallen under the protection of Uncle Raccoon and Grandmother Rat.
He loped from San Diego to Los Angeles, driven by the dreams his godparents gave him.
First change, on the way. A journey of revelation, in the Umbra. Bane-flesh in his teeth. No more running dog, no more hiding dog. Now the wolf moon has called him.
Where the hand of the wyrm reaches out, his mouth awaits like an open gate.
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