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Child, we do not hate you for being born who you are.

Each of us was born of wolf and man, and marked
by the moon harlot with her silver
when the Change came on us.
We cannot hate you because you were born
of the blood that murdered our Father,
for many among us were born of that blood as well.

But you have heard our truth, and you reject it.
You have felt the wrath of the spirits,
and you do not abase yourselves before them.
You wear the silver brands of the slave with honor,
rather than purging them from you with flame.

We do not hate the ignorant child.
But you are grown, and you know, and you still do not kneel.
And for that — you will burn.


— Hunter’s Voice, Fire-Touched