Post by Da Boss on Jun 29, 2020 1:41:00 GMT -5
The Bone Gnawers of the Bloodied Hunting Grounds are something of a relative mystery, not only to outsiders but to themselves as well. To begin with, it is hard to throw a stone in the protectorate and not hit either a Bone Gnawer, their kin, or someone that is a distant cousin of some kind. This means that, at least within the mortal populations, it is the Bone
Gnawers who hold almost all of the control, at least as far as what is left over from the Fianna, but the Bone Gnawers still claim a number of those individuals as being Bone Gnawers, so it is difficult to know for sure where one tribe ends and the other begins. Within the mortal world, politicians often ignore the downtrodden, the minorities, the under-represented, but in Kentucky, you can’t move without the Hillfolk getting their due. And that’s the real problem with the Bone
Gnawers in the Bloodied Hunting Ground protectorate, they hold more power than perhaps any other Bone Gnawers in the world, and they are derided and criticized for making up a faction within the tribe that is often spit on and derided even by their tribe mates. But, that’s the way things are when it comes to the Omega Tribe, it is a part of life. However, what the tribe isn’t willing to pick up and support, those outside the tribe recognize as being an advantage that cannot be passed up. And so it was that the Bone Gnawers and the Fianna came to their current alliance.
Within the protectorate, the Bone Gnawers have gained what is perhaps unparalleled political power. Nowhere else in the world, save for maybe in New York City itself, have the Bone Gnawers risen to be a tribe that it is impossible to accomplish anything without their blessing. With numbers that seem to rival the Fianna, although there are rumors that within the actual hollers and mountains their numbers are even greater than they let on, they are a power to be reckoned with simply because of their ability to drown their enemies in bodies. The protectorate has never won a war without the Bone Gnawers agreeing to fight, usually at some great cost to those who come calling with hat in hand. The tribe itself, with what little organization exists, has decided to exploit this to catapult themselves more into a vocal position to prepare for the end of days by cementing themselves in what some have come to know as the Red Triangle, or the Fianna Alliance. As an equal, if not leading tribe of the Alliance, there is little that the Bone Gnawers as a whole can’t accomplish.
However, all is not necessarily right within the tribe. There is a civil war of sorts that is brewing that the leaders of the tribe are fighting to keep under wraps. It seems that the mighty Rat Totem is starting to split. Or, more precisely, it has split, and City Rat and Country Rat are not happy with each other. To that end, all Bone Gnawers fall into one camp or another. There is no neutral ground, there are none who walk in both worlds. Either they are cityfolk or hillfolk, and the divide is spreading into the spiritual matters of the tribe.
When it comes to kinfolk for the Bone Gnawers in the protectorate, there really are two kinds of kinfolk as well: those who huddle in Lexington, Louisville, Bowling Green, or Northern Kentucky, and everybody else. Those who cling to cities are seen as the red headed step-children of the tribe. Sure, they’re Bone Gnawer kinfolk, but they are generally either those who have moved away from their family or have come in from somewhere else. They aren’t the real tribe members, like those who grow and hunt for their own food, like those who tend the lands, walk the mountains, and labor in the fields. They are those that cling to others, waiting for scraps to fall instead of fighting for a living. Even among the Garou, there is an undercurrent which seems to tint every interaction between the two sides; city rat and field rat are not the same, and they do not see each other as being equal. This has spread all the way down to the kinfolk.
Speaking of kinfolk, no discussion of the Bone Gnawer kinfolk within the region would be complete without bringing up the family which traditionally were the masterminds of everything they have done in the region; the McCoys. While the family no longer has the same power that it once had, having not had a Garou member rise above Fostern in some time and most of the Fosterns having died in the Moon Bow War, that doesn’t mean that the McCoys can be ignored totally. Beyond that, you can be assured that, anywhere you go within the protectorate, there are going to be Bone Gnawer kinfolk there.
Gnawers who hold almost all of the control, at least as far as what is left over from the Fianna, but the Bone Gnawers still claim a number of those individuals as being Bone Gnawers, so it is difficult to know for sure where one tribe ends and the other begins. Within the mortal world, politicians often ignore the downtrodden, the minorities, the under-represented, but in Kentucky, you can’t move without the Hillfolk getting their due. And that’s the real problem with the Bone
Gnawers in the Bloodied Hunting Ground protectorate, they hold more power than perhaps any other Bone Gnawers in the world, and they are derided and criticized for making up a faction within the tribe that is often spit on and derided even by their tribe mates. But, that’s the way things are when it comes to the Omega Tribe, it is a part of life. However, what the tribe isn’t willing to pick up and support, those outside the tribe recognize as being an advantage that cannot be passed up. And so it was that the Bone Gnawers and the Fianna came to their current alliance.
Within the protectorate, the Bone Gnawers have gained what is perhaps unparalleled political power. Nowhere else in the world, save for maybe in New York City itself, have the Bone Gnawers risen to be a tribe that it is impossible to accomplish anything without their blessing. With numbers that seem to rival the Fianna, although there are rumors that within the actual hollers and mountains their numbers are even greater than they let on, they are a power to be reckoned with simply because of their ability to drown their enemies in bodies. The protectorate has never won a war without the Bone Gnawers agreeing to fight, usually at some great cost to those who come calling with hat in hand. The tribe itself, with what little organization exists, has decided to exploit this to catapult themselves more into a vocal position to prepare for the end of days by cementing themselves in what some have come to know as the Red Triangle, or the Fianna Alliance. As an equal, if not leading tribe of the Alliance, there is little that the Bone Gnawers as a whole can’t accomplish.
However, all is not necessarily right within the tribe. There is a civil war of sorts that is brewing that the leaders of the tribe are fighting to keep under wraps. It seems that the mighty Rat Totem is starting to split. Or, more precisely, it has split, and City Rat and Country Rat are not happy with each other. To that end, all Bone Gnawers fall into one camp or another. There is no neutral ground, there are none who walk in both worlds. Either they are cityfolk or hillfolk, and the divide is spreading into the spiritual matters of the tribe.
When it comes to kinfolk for the Bone Gnawers in the protectorate, there really are two kinds of kinfolk as well: those who huddle in Lexington, Louisville, Bowling Green, or Northern Kentucky, and everybody else. Those who cling to cities are seen as the red headed step-children of the tribe. Sure, they’re Bone Gnawer kinfolk, but they are generally either those who have moved away from their family or have come in from somewhere else. They aren’t the real tribe members, like those who grow and hunt for their own food, like those who tend the lands, walk the mountains, and labor in the fields. They are those that cling to others, waiting for scraps to fall instead of fighting for a living. Even among the Garou, there is an undercurrent which seems to tint every interaction between the two sides; city rat and field rat are not the same, and they do not see each other as being equal. This has spread all the way down to the kinfolk.
Speaking of kinfolk, no discussion of the Bone Gnawer kinfolk within the region would be complete without bringing up the family which traditionally were the masterminds of everything they have done in the region; the McCoys. While the family no longer has the same power that it once had, having not had a Garou member rise above Fostern in some time and most of the Fosterns having died in the Moon Bow War, that doesn’t mean that the McCoys can be ignored totally. Beyond that, you can be assured that, anywhere you go within the protectorate, there are going to be Bone Gnawer kinfolk there.