Ralph

Bone Gnawer Ragabash

Ralph was born to his lupus mother as the runt of the liter. Out of instinct, his mother paid little attention to him, and his brothers and sisters picked on him. It wasn't long before a scarcity of food led to Ralph being neglected completely and forced to leave his family to fend for himself. Miraculously, he always seemed to find shelter and food. What Ralph didn't know is that the local Bone Gnawers were watching him. They provided shelter and food while they waited to see if he had received the gift of the change.

Ralph grew quickly. He developed a high stamina and perception while surviving on the streets. Also, the local Gnawers began leaving less and less food, and what they left they hid better and better. This taught Ralph incredible scrounging skills, as well as teaching him how to survive in the city. The Gnawers were pleased when they saw Ralph take under his wing other runts that were kicked out of their liters to die. Ralph felt a need to protect these little ones, and began a strange resentment of thoe who felt they were above any others. He did not have a type resentment that called for violence, instead he felt a need to point out their flaws to them. A need to show them that we are all the same, and without each other we could not survive nor win. He didn't know what he meant by "win" but he felt like there was something out there that was against the world as he knew it, and that he was among those called to fight against it.

Things were about to fall into place, as that fateful night approached. His first change was violent. He had scrounged up a large amount of food that night, and brought it to share with those over whom he had become protector. He had found warm and dry shelter a couple of nights ago, and had made it into a nice little home for now. As they all sat around ready to share in this feast, a pack of stray dogs wandered upon them. This was no pack of runts. They all were large and strong, obviously favored by their mothers. They walked towards Ralph and his friends, taking a posture of domination and growls that demanded their food. Ralph made a gesture to share, but they wanted it all. Ralph was not about to let his friends go hungry and was fed up with being kicked aside.

Ralph began to mimic the Alpha of this pack. Exagerating his dominant gestures and growling slightly off key. He did not make an obvious challenge of the other Alpha, but instead mocked him. One of the smaller runts, Pees-On-Two-Leggers, seemed amused by Ralph's gestures and joined him in his teasing. The other Alpha was angered by the teasing, but something about Ralph kept him from unleashing his rage with him. Instead he fell upon Pees-On-Two-Leggers. Ralph was shocked. He couldn't move for a brief moment, but that moment was enough. Pees-On-Two-Leggers lie underneath the Alpha, dead. Ralph felt his rage rise within him. It was different than anyother time he had felt anger before. He heard and felt something snap. The other pack before him shrank. In fact, everything got smaller; a lot smaller.

When he awoke, visions of red filled his mind. He remembered some large creature tearing apart those dogs that his anger was focused against. Looking around he couldn't find his friends. He didn't see their bodies either, and he somehow knew they were alright and had gotten away safely. That's when he noticed yet another pack of dogs watching him. He got to his feet, lowered his head, and began to growl. He no longer felt his anger, but more fear.

These other dogs were different. They were mangier, yet more dignified. Their seemed to be an air of friendship about them. That's when a very strange thing happened. One of them spoke. Not only that but Ralph understood her. Shares-Her-Stuff-With-New-Pups was the first to welcome Ralph into the tribe. Many nights followed with Shares-Her-Stuff-With-New-Pups teaching Ralph about Gaia, the Wyrm, the Garou, and the Gnawers. She also gave Ralph his name. She had gone through a few with him, trying for a couple of nights to teach him how to say each. After he still couldn't pronounce a name after a couple of nights, she moved on to another. Eventually, they settled on Ralph, the first name he could say with any sort of consistency. Armed with his new name, Ralph made his way around the local Gnawers and learned about how they had helped him when he was young.

He was pulled aside by a number of the Ragabash and taught what it meant to be New Moon within Gnawer society. He felt a certain gratification and pride when he learned that it was his purpose to test the traditions of the Garou. He was not happy to see a feeling of superiority within the Garou. He knew that all are of Gaia, and that turning their noses up at the two-leggers and animals was not right. He took it upon himself to point out the ridiculousness of the Garou to those around him. He felt be exagerating these quarks maybe they could see that they really were not that different. Maybe then the war against the Wyrm could shift in favor of Gaia. Maybe then the Garou would have a better chance of surviving as a whole.

His first Moot came and with it came his introduction to stuff. It was a Gnawer moot. They all exchanged stuff amd gave the greatest renown to Gathers-Cool-Things, who brought the most and coolest stuff to share. Ralph set his goal on getting cooler stuff than Gathers-Cool-Things the next time around. However, shortly into his quest for stuff he ran into a problem. he didn't have any place to keep his stuff other than his temporary home. He had to find stuff one piece at a time, and when his home was discovered and he needed to move, he lost the majority of his stuff.

No knowing what to do, he went to Shares-Her-Stuff-With-New-Pups. His friend laughed a bit at his troubles, especially when she heard his goal. She found it amusing that a pup was trying to compete with Gathers-Cool-Things, who seemed to always bring the best and most stuff to each Moot. Ralph had touched a cord of friendship with her though. She went to her stash of stuff and returned with a long coat. She gave this as a gift to Ralph and described that the coat was a fetish. It allowed Ralph to pull any mundane object out of it that could be concealed within the coat. However, there is a limit to the number of objects that may be removed before objects must be returned. Ralph was happy and thanked his friend.

He began to gather stuff again with his new fetish. However, before the next Moot could occur he was asked to go with some of the other young pups to a Silver Fang meeting. He agreed and met with those he would travel with the next day.

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