True Lycalo
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High in the cloudless afternoon sky soared a grandiose warrior over miles of desert. Dark brown wings with an immense span of 20 feet pushed the individual forth with impressive speeds. A collection of white rectrices at the end of a lengthy composite tail acted as a rudder to retain balance. Keen golden eyes rested upon the immense coliseum out in the distance. Reaching the center and hovering over the open arena with rhythmic flaps of his flight bearing appendages, he began surveying the structure. Its dilapidated nature was a definite indicator it had long been abandoned. No contest of bloodshed had taken place within those walls, likely for centuries. A nostalgic sigh escaped the nares of his yellow rostrum as he reminisced about the many times he entertained a packed crowd with his might.
The large round pupils of this combatant grew in size to obtain a much clearer view of something in the middle of the battleground itself directly below him. Perhaps this is what he sought. He had heard of a man with overwhelming power that had been seeking challengers. Following a thirst to grow stronger and put his abilities to the test had brought him here. Suddenly his wings ceased and he began plummeting to the ground, though they remained unfurled and added a fair amount of resistance. Soon he'd make quite the entrance about 15 yards from the awaiting figure. The stone flooring would crumble and the layer of sand above it would stir up into a temporary billow of dust. After a swift flick of his wings it was dispersed and he was now fully visible.
The white feathered head stood nearly 7 feet above the ground while upright pointed ears of an identical makeup just past that height. His stoic expression and angled ridges above his eyes lended to a sharp visage. Wrapped around the bottom of his neck plumage and resembling a scarf of sorts lay a mane of fur. Noticeably well groomed, it was primarily russet with streaks of golden yellow and black. The physique of this creature was sufficiently robust and covered in khaki brown medium length fur. Both hands and feet were sizable paws with deathly claws sheathed within. The wings that carried him through the air had folded along his back not unlike a cape. Feathers of a near identical hue lined his legs from his hips to just above his knees to finish the clothes-like aesthetics of his appearance and appear as a set of trousers.
This amalgamation of avian and feline attributes formed the one designated Tharraleos. One with the right knowledge would make note of this hybridization as belonging to the beasts of legends known as Griffins. This particular one hailed from a shape-shifting subspecies called the Metallaxi. More often than not existing in restrained bipedal forms like how he was now, these inhibitors could be relinquished under various scenarios to unleash titanic quadruped monstrosities with berserker mentalities. After serving for hundreds of years under a sinful sorcerer, the nomadic combat hunter aimlessly travels the globe seeking to harness his strength. In recent years he had reached a plateau and shortly after, stagnation as he seldom had the opportunity to even go beyond his Suppressed Form. This had the possibility of changing with the being before him.
"You there." The heraldic hybrid called out with booming vocals that had a faint growl to them. "I surmise you are the one they speak of who seeks a challenge?" He inquired with a raised brow. His articulation and proper inflections betrayed his bestial exterior as he spoke. His paws remained at his sides as if braced for action at any given point and his stance shifted subtly. He had a feeling in his gut this was about to be the confrontation of a lifetime and he much anticipated it.
The large round pupils of this combatant grew in size to obtain a much clearer view of something in the middle of the battleground itself directly below him. Perhaps this is what he sought. He had heard of a man with overwhelming power that had been seeking challengers. Following a thirst to grow stronger and put his abilities to the test had brought him here. Suddenly his wings ceased and he began plummeting to the ground, though they remained unfurled and added a fair amount of resistance. Soon he'd make quite the entrance about 15 yards from the awaiting figure. The stone flooring would crumble and the layer of sand above it would stir up into a temporary billow of dust. After a swift flick of his wings it was dispersed and he was now fully visible.
The white feathered head stood nearly 7 feet above the ground while upright pointed ears of an identical makeup just past that height. His stoic expression and angled ridges above his eyes lended to a sharp visage. Wrapped around the bottom of his neck plumage and resembling a scarf of sorts lay a mane of fur. Noticeably well groomed, it was primarily russet with streaks of golden yellow and black. The physique of this creature was sufficiently robust and covered in khaki brown medium length fur. Both hands and feet were sizable paws with deathly claws sheathed within. The wings that carried him through the air had folded along his back not unlike a cape. Feathers of a near identical hue lined his legs from his hips to just above his knees to finish the clothes-like aesthetics of his appearance and appear as a set of trousers.
This amalgamation of avian and feline attributes formed the one designated Tharraleos. One with the right knowledge would make note of this hybridization as belonging to the beasts of legends known as Griffins. This particular one hailed from a shape-shifting subspecies called the Metallaxi. More often than not existing in restrained bipedal forms like how he was now, these inhibitors could be relinquished under various scenarios to unleash titanic quadruped monstrosities with berserker mentalities. After serving for hundreds of years under a sinful sorcerer, the nomadic combat hunter aimlessly travels the globe seeking to harness his strength. In recent years he had reached a plateau and shortly after, stagnation as he seldom had the opportunity to even go beyond his Suppressed Form. This had the possibility of changing with the being before him.
"You there." The heraldic hybrid called out with booming vocals that had a faint growl to them. "I surmise you are the one they speak of who seeks a challenge?" He inquired with a raised brow. His articulation and proper inflections betrayed his bestial exterior as he spoke. His paws remained at his sides as if braced for action at any given point and his stance shifted subtly. He had a feeling in his gut this was about to be the confrontation of a lifetime and he much anticipated it.