Kshagar - scavenger leader

In his youth, Kshagar was a patrol officer. Together with her sister, they checked the borders of Midar, and warned the guards of possible danger. But one day, their sortie was crowned with an incredible ambush. The ancients, they are werewolves, seized the young Midarians, tortured, trying to find out information about secret paths to Midar, but the brother and sister did not succumb to the pain. Therefore, the wolves were treated extremely cruelly. They tore the midarka to pieces, and made Kshagar look at it all. Then they completely gouged out his eyes, so that the last thing he saw and remembered in his life was the death of his sister ...
This loss changed Kshagar's life dramatically. Fire, and the thirst for revenge burns in his soul with an unquenchable flame, giving strength to live on.
Before the sister was given water, he took her "tear" for himself, and in the craft district, asked to make a medallion and a mask. Medallion for the sister's “tears”. A mask in which the outlines of the skull of the Midar and the beast of prey would be read. And yet, he asked to make him a pole. Durable, long. And this pole in the future will become both a cane and a weapon for him.
Having received a mask, a medallion and a pole, Kshagar fell silent, he did not say another word. Black drawings were applied to his body with a special paint that does not wash off, and he began to live in a new way. Learn to see this world differently, to feel it, to hear it. And over time, he was able to do this, using the pole and his tail, and then all other senses. But the main thing is the tail. The tail that he always presses tightly to the ground in order to catch the slightest vibration.
And when Kshagar put himself on his feet, he began to walk into the arena, and make his way to the title of leader. Becoming a leader was a key goal for him. It is banal in order to carry out their revenge, having the opportunity to marry Midar and catch the wolf. And having achieved the title of leader, thereby amazing their fellows with the now unprecedented technique of combat, not standard for the Midars, Kshagar are now pouring out their revenge in full with special cruelty. He leaves no corpses behind, and that is why his flock was nicknamed Scavengers. And Kshagar himself is shunned, because he is a gloomy figure who exudes a lively heat of hatred and blind rage, frozen in icy silence.