A pair of piercing and rigid, deep gold eyes watched the skirmish far away from atop a cliff perched on the side of the mountain. The individual's pupils were abnormally large, which actually indicated his eyes were acting as a telescope to better visualize the battle currently taking place. The eyes belonged to a large figure, standing slightly larger then the average human male. He was primarily animalistic in nature, possessing an array of both feline and avian features while retaining a humanoid figure. The brown medium length fur covering a majority of his body as well as the white plumage covering his head and chest swayed about briefly in the light wind. His lengthy and slender russet furred tail slowly pivoted back in forth in what almost appeared in anticipation.

Tharraleos was a warrior who fancied combat above all else. For a large majority of him extensive lifespan, he was heavily influenced by battle. Watching a compelling fight was sometimes equally enjoying as partaking in one. The opponents facing off had appeared to catch his attention, but it was more of him wanting to show them how to really cause some damage. A smug grin and a light huff escaped his curved, goldenrod beak, his ivory colored fangs shined in the radiant sunlight. He took a couple steps forward, hanging the front half of his gold taloned feet off the edge. Perhaps he would show these weak fools a true testament of strength and valiance. He wasn't one to challenge an already injured fighter, so he was forced to remain where he stood, simply watching silently. Perhaps he as well would soon be bestowed with a battle of his own