Tsaire Warfang.

tsaire warfang

aka: Quintur, Quin | discord: Quintur#2105
age: 1 year | DoB: 27 December | gender: Male
species: Great Plains Wolf
guild: N/A | rank: N/A
alignment: Lawful Evil

---

appearance

Text Here

---

abilities

Although Tsaire is a canne, he maintains a few feline traits; hissing, snarling and spitting, as well as his hooked retractable claws and flexabe spine that allow him to scale trees and take refuge in the branches. Where these traits have come from, he doesn't know, as he hasn't heard any stories of his family being blessed by the Higher Beings.
With his rare verbal speeches, it seems that the young male is starting to gain the ability of telepathy; he is able to project his thoughts or non-verbal speech into the mind of another in a form of communication.

---

history

Born two days after Christmas, Tsaire and his siblings were a welcomed gift into a large and loving family unit. Baron's Edge was the Warfang's claimed territiry and had been for many years as the family has expanded.

---

relations

Tsaire has been born into a huge family lineage that goes back many generations and has over forty wolves known to date and surely many more to come in the future. The Warfang family has been blessed with many males, giving them the opportunity to sire many offspring that would carry the family name and carry forwards to future generations and Tsaire has been fortunate enough to be born a male to continue the legacy.

Being the second birthed litter of Naulium and Romulus, Tsaire is the 5th in line for family leadership behind his older littermates, and being the first born of this second litter he gets priority over his brother and two sisters. His bracket of family expands further in the form of two adopted brothers, two sister-in-laws and two nephews and a niece. All these family members stem from Tsaires parent's either adopting them, or the sons forming mates and bring the females into the family. This section of the family is the largest of the Warfang lineage.

The Warfang family have had a variety of appearances throughout the years, some with mutations, but many without. There is a story of their distant relatives crossing the Canine God and being blessed with adaptations that would aid them in camoflauge, hunting, seeking and generall appearance to make them seem more appealing and stand out. Not every generation has appeared to carry an active gene, but not all of the mutations that have appeared on some of the wolves have done so from birth. Others seem to make appearances at different stages of life, suprising the host and making them have some attention.


Mother | Father

Naulium Nior	Romulus Warfang
Mother | 08 years	Father | 10 years
White with blue eyes	Timber with silver eyes

---

Siblings - Litter #1 - 6 years

Arlo Warfang	Fien Warfang	Rayven Warfang	Terez Warfang
Brother | 6 years	Brother | 6 years	Sister | 6 years	Brother | 6 years
White with blue eyes	image	sandy with light blue eyes	timber with green eyes

---

Brother-in-law - Mated to Rayven
Grimboso D'anjo - Black with electric blue eyes
Sister-in-law
Verula D'anjo - Albino with left eye white, right eye pink

---

Sister-in-law - Mated to Fien
Fermina Viale

---

Adopted by Fien and Fermina

Zephyros Lacriox	Methys Lacriox
Male | 5 years	Male | 5 years
Black with white right side of face, pink eyes	Red with stripes, elongated tail with electric blue eyes

---

Neices & Nephews - of Rayven and Grimboso

Ignacy D'anjo	Zedong D'anjo	Evern D'anjo
Male | 3 years	Male | 3 years	Female | 3 years
image	image	image

---

Siblings - Same litter

Thastrid Warfang	Thana Warfang	Tawzurk Warfang
Female | 1 year	Female | 1 year	Male | Female
image	image	image

---

Fien & Fermina - Fermina and Fien have been friends since they were young, always shadowing each other in their youth until their bodies started telling them that it was more than friendship between them and they eventually mated. Never once have either of them felt the need to be unfaithful to the other, no matter how many other wolves have tried to draw them away from each other.

In their youth, the two were playful and boisterous pups, although they were not in the same pack. Often Fien would sneak from the pack lands to see Fermina, hoping not to be caught. Although their meets were seemingly innocent, when each went back to their respective families the scent of the other lingered on them and they were each scolded repeatedly. Their hearts were stronger and they coped with the lashings; Fien's worse than that of Fermina's as Romulus and Naulium were strict parents, sometimes inflicting wounds on the male, but never anything lethal. Fien feels that his streak has stemmed from the lashings he got in his youth for seeing Fermina, how true that is, we don't know.

Femina eventually left her birth family to join Fien and his family, something that was not welcomed with as much ease as they had hoped. Many days of arguments and fights followed between the wolves before an elder stepped in and put the matter to rest, allowing Fermina to join the family under the terms of if she betrays Fien she would be put to death.

When Fermina was finally accepted into the Warfang family, she and Fien were over the moon, even if they were being watched closely by Romulus and Naulium. They soon settled down together properly and mated; to which Fermina fell pregnant. They were both over the moon. Sadly their joy would be short lived as Fermina miscarried and lost the three pups they were carrying midway through the pregnancy with no explanation. Heartbroken Fermina confined herself to the den, refusing to entertain guests, often snapping at anyone who strayed too near, including her mate and his parents.

Fien was already short-tempered and would have to fight restraint to lash out at his mate, in frustration for her actions and the loss of their litter. He knew deep down that it wasn't Fermina's fault. He would take his frustrations out in spars, or hunting -activities that he loved and at least he could bring his mate something home at the end of the day.

Months past like this and eventually Fien dragged Fermina out of the den and took her on a hunting trip to try and shake them both of the guilt and mourning they felt for their unborn pups. His trip was one that took days and a long distance but wasn't set on a particular objective, it was more a method to get them to bond once more.

On their journey, the two picked up the scent of two wolves, close but unrelated and sought to find them. When they did they found two young males who looked a bit worse for wear but fierce. They heard their story and chose to 'adopt' them as their own into the family and take them back to the pack and introduce them.

---

Methys and Zephyros - Best friends both born into different but seemingly simple packs which were traditional by some sense. Becoming of dispersal ages only weeks apart, the two were soon forced to leave their respective birth packs in order to set out and start their own. Weeks passed before the two came to see another face, but when they did it would be each others. Methys; a red coloured wolf with stripes and glowing tipped quills in the base of his tail looked the more disasterous of the two. Whereas Zephyros was black all over aside from his face which was split into one side black, the other white, but carried about the same height and length of his foe.

The two sized each other up, taunting the other with insults and snaps, but Methys wouldn't stand for such filth being spoke, not if it taunted about his family. The red wolf let out a rumbling roar to subdue the black wolf, with a breif moment of satisfaction, before Zephyros laughed and stepped towards his opponenet continuing his taunts. Eventually Methys' will broke and he lurched for the fellow male with teeth slashing the air as he moved; blue eyes aglow with annoyance. Quickly reaching Zephyros he was met with a couple of dancing dodged before a solid smack to the ribs winded him and sent him to the ground.

First point to Zeph, who ambled about laughing mancingly. Methys snarled bitterly and rolled back to his paws, swinging around again with teeth exposed wanting blood; only this time Zephyros was ready with arms of his own. The two ripped chunks of fur from each other; made each other cry out in pain and bleed, but none could get the upperpaw in this battle. Hours they went at it for, before exhaustion started to take ahold and they both started to wane. Zephyros was the more mouthy of the two and often voiced his opinions on the 'pathetic and feeble' attempts from Methys, as a way to deflect the fact they were both well matched; however neither would admit defeat or call it a draw.

As the day drew into the darkness of the night, the glow of electric blue from Methys' eyes and quills danced about against the opposing pink glowing eyes of Zephyros, both of their bodies seeming to melt into the shadows. Long into the night the two males exchanged blows to one another, until Zephyros looked away for a split second -long enough for Methys to spin around and slash the other in the face with his quills. Point, set, match.

Exhausted both males collapsed, bitter but level. It seemed they both knew they were set well against each other and sleep pulled them away. When they woke the evidence of their battle lay bare to see -blood laced their fur in clumps, splattered against the foliage and ground; the disturbed debris on the floor, as well as a broken sapling the one had been forced into at some point. Both were smarting for their injuries; hurt but alive, and now hungry. Zephyros stepped up and spoke of how well an opponent Methys was and made his introduction, to which Methys countered with a proposition; as they were both hard to beat individually, why not double their chances and form a coalition and stand by each other.

--Since then the two have been almost inseperable.

Sadly after their injuries took their toll, the two struggled to hunt, feeding on small mammals, or stealing scraps from other kills just to stay alive. They eventually found a place to set up and recover, to which they did well and managed to find a small group of other loose wolves and form a 'pack' of sorts. But it didn't last long. Mutiny broke out and more fighting broke the pack apart, leaving Methys and Zephyros back where they were before. Having a pack around made things easier, for they didn't need to hunt as much, ordering the rest of the wolves to hunt for them, but maybe their brutal nature wasn't taken too well by them. Dishearted the two set off again searching for something new; a place to join or somewhere for refuge -but again hunting came at a cost. Without the bulk of a pack behind them, many of their hunts ended with a doe, foal or boar. Nothing substatial enough to hold them for long. They started to weaken, but their hearts remained strong.

It seemed to be when the males, now acclaimed as 'Lacriox brothers', were at their weakest that help seemed to come to them. In the form of Fein and Fermina Warfang, a hunting pair from a strong family unit that had been through it's own toils and troubles. Despite theit brash and aggressive nature towards any wolves they came across, the Lacriox brother were quickly put in their place with the two older wolves, who offered them asylum for their cooperation.