Just over a millennia ago, a powerful mage had used his mastery of sinful dark magic and potent intelligence to not only amass an army of warriors, but used said underlings to spread chaos across the globe. His rule was unprecedented, but his presence was nonexistent. Soon many feared the tyrannical force known as Mallum. But at the peak of his power and on the verge of consuming the entire world in sin, a legion of light empowered by virtue appeared from seemingly nowhere. Mallum's horde was gradually overwhelmed and his influence was crippled. It wasn't long until the damage he caused was undone and just as randomly as they appeared, the virtuous ensemble vanished. Gradually, the sorcerer became lost in time and any trace of him withered away as peace was restored.
In the modern day, a peculiar individual made his way through a forested area at the base of a vast mountainside. The white feathered head of an eagle stood at 6 and 3 quarters feet tall above the ground. A duo of similarly plumaged horse-like ears gave him an additional foot in height. His noggin was complimented by a set of stoic golden yellow eyes and a goldenrod beak with a prominent hook. Sprouting from his shoulder blades and sprawled along his back almost like a cape nearly grazing the ground was a pair of feathered wings pitch as the night sky. Lined along the bottom of his neck resembling a scarf of sorts was a mane of overly tufted pelage. Primarily russet with streaks of blonde and black, it was evident a great amount of deal went into the grandeur of its fluff. The body of this specimen was that of a lion with a tan furred and well muscled frame. Large paws with load bearing dark brown pads remained steady as he continued forth. His legs were avian much like his cranium with feathers covering from his waist to just below his knees. Following the pattern of his mane and wings, this was not unlike some shorts complete with the lion tail jutting from a hole on the posterior side. The lengthy limb boasted rectrices at the tip; a black covert dividing the two sections. Below his leg plumage was a bright gold tarsus and taloned feet of the same color trembling the earth with each step while long dark claws tore into the terrain.
This amalgamation of feline and raptor attributes was designated Tharraleos. To assume he was hailed from the heraldic hybrids known as Griffins would be a correct assumption. Born of the Vardia subspecies, the humanoid form seen currently acted as a suppressant. Even so, members of his race are able to increase their battle strength in the midst of a skirmish, though their inhibitors could be broken under certain circumstances. This would unleash the quadruped monstrosity that is a danger for friend and foe with their berserk mindsets. This one in particular was nearing 8 centuries of age and was once a mostly willing servant under the wicked mage that plagued this world so long ago. Even to this day the essence of Pride remained in his being and the symbiosis he formed with it has nearly reached perfection in spite of a lack of communication.
Contrary to his intimidating presence and passion of combat, he was a rather apathetic and lethargic being. When not throwing blows or protecting some high ranking official, he spent his days aimlessly wandering to either further his wisdom or quell his boredom. Today, however, he was operating under a different notion. After lazing about the mountains for an uneventful few weeks, something began to abruptly trigger his innate predatory senses. The construct within even had an odd feeling to it. This was indistinguishable, but a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his head as he gazed out to a city in the near distance. This was either from the heat of the sun vibrantly gleaming from above or this terrible feeling in the pit of his gut. Still with his broad chest ever held firm, Tharr would go on with this investigation of his.
In the modern day, a peculiar individual made his way through a forested area at the base of a vast mountainside. The white feathered head of an eagle stood at 6 and 3 quarters feet tall above the ground. A duo of similarly plumaged horse-like ears gave him an additional foot in height. His noggin was complimented by a set of stoic golden yellow eyes and a goldenrod beak with a prominent hook. Sprouting from his shoulder blades and sprawled along his back almost like a cape nearly grazing the ground was a pair of feathered wings pitch as the night sky. Lined along the bottom of his neck resembling a scarf of sorts was a mane of overly tufted pelage. Primarily russet with streaks of blonde and black, it was evident a great amount of deal went into the grandeur of its fluff. The body of this specimen was that of a lion with a tan furred and well muscled frame. Large paws with load bearing dark brown pads remained steady as he continued forth. His legs were avian much like his cranium with feathers covering from his waist to just below his knees. Following the pattern of his mane and wings, this was not unlike some shorts complete with the lion tail jutting from a hole on the posterior side. The lengthy limb boasted rectrices at the tip; a black covert dividing the two sections. Below his leg plumage was a bright gold tarsus and taloned feet of the same color trembling the earth with each step while long dark claws tore into the terrain.
This amalgamation of feline and raptor attributes was designated Tharraleos. To assume he was hailed from the heraldic hybrids known as Griffins would be a correct assumption. Born of the Vardia subspecies, the humanoid form seen currently acted as a suppressant. Even so, members of his race are able to increase their battle strength in the midst of a skirmish, though their inhibitors could be broken under certain circumstances. This would unleash the quadruped monstrosity that is a danger for friend and foe with their berserk mindsets. This one in particular was nearing 8 centuries of age and was once a mostly willing servant under the wicked mage that plagued this world so long ago. Even to this day the essence of Pride remained in his being and the symbiosis he formed with it has nearly reached perfection in spite of a lack of communication.
Contrary to his intimidating presence and passion of combat, he was a rather apathetic and lethargic being. When not throwing blows or protecting some high ranking official, he spent his days aimlessly wandering to either further his wisdom or quell his boredom. Today, however, he was operating under a different notion. After lazing about the mountains for an uneventful few weeks, something began to abruptly trigger his innate predatory senses. The construct within even had an odd feeling to it. This was indistinguishable, but a bead of sweat trailed down the side of his head as he gazed out to a city in the near distance. This was either from the heat of the sun vibrantly gleaming from above or this terrible feeling in the pit of his gut. Still with his broad chest ever held firm, Tharr would go on with this investigation of his.
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