#TIGERTAUR

[thegoldenavenger]

Hey, I think this is a great time to remind everyone that I have some feline taur customizable mspaint friendly lines available that I made in 2012! If I can figure out how to, I'll mark them as free to download haha! Otherwise, I'll just be forced to make an updated version and share for free (oh no)!!

[heliosynchronisity]

was going thru my files (which is what i do now that I dont have fb and insta to scroll XD) and found this cute taur base by ducclord. Realised I really wanna make taur chars but also didn't rly need more NEW ocs so I turned Aes adn Ninys into taurs :^D tbh i've been thinking abt making more AUs for them as an excuse to draw them more so maybe keep ur eyes peeled for Aes and Ninys TES AU or smth next XD Anyway enjoy these fluffy cuties lol

[they/them] and [he/him] respectively

[cowardlykrow]

Big meows!

[goose-witch]

[justtigertaurthings]

Hi, I'm Marigold, here's some of my art, including several self-portraits!

[adler-schwarz]

Someone drew a tigeresstaur on BlueSky which reminded me I've got one too. Good thing too because it's been almost a whole year since I've drawn Kirara.

[squirrilous]

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[lucidia-sys]

Sorry, my French ain't too great. I've heard this theory that when someone passes thy are stuck in the form of when they were the happiest an for Leon that was whe he was a kid so boom. Ryker has a pup ghost following them.

Leon follows Ryker somewhat, and since animals kinda have a 6th sense they're able to see him from time to time. Beetle can always see Leon but never admits it, saying it's just Rykers mind playing tricks on them.

Upon dying a couple times they are confronted by a small German Shepardtaur that strongly resembles Leon, but only is this confirmed when Ryker dies for the fifth fucking time.

Leon appears before Ryker, body seemingly to barely be together as he steps forward with a picnic basket in hands. Leon speaks in his native tongue,

"Un derriere dîner, Ryker?"

Which roughly translate to, "One last dinner, Ryker?" This is all Ryker is given before they wake from their death. Since then Leon has not appeared to Ryker again, not even little glimpses or shadows. They suspect them seeing Leon was not something they should have seen.

--- This is the link to the tumblr blog for this AU

[tha-za]

Furbruary Day 24 - Purple Cat

Her name is Violeta, she is a leopard-tigertaur :3

[thegoldenavenger]

>W< i posted the original image (right) too long ago to find the link of but i wanted to post them again hehe. these guys were designed by the lovely teacupchimera as custom for me in 2014! i've been drawing them ever since bc i adore them <3 the most recent art was for an artfight ref for 2023!

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

he's a creature, he's a tiger, he's here to hold you and Never Let You Go uwu

tigertaur!Eclipse belongs to @naffeclipse

[naffeclipse]

*slides leopardtaur Y/N to you across the table like a seedy casino*

*picks leopardtaur Y/N up and slips them into my inner jacket pocket*

You escaped Fazco's jungle park the moment it fell, darting to the outer regions of dense forest and tangled vegetation to soak in the untouched tropics. Your lower body takes after a leopard with a tawny coat and beautiful black rosettes. You're sleek, swift, and dangerous but not the biggest threat.

While in captivity, you caught whiffs off handlers of strange scents and heard gossip from those feeding you about the other monsters. You don't see any now, but you know to avoid conflict is to avoid encounters. You hunt at different times than might be typical for other beasts and avoid taking prey that might be missed. Usually, you rest in trees and hope to go unnoticed. You enjoy your newfound freedom. You hope to never see another human again.

Unfortunately, you're not alone. You realize that when you catch distant hisses and the echoes of slithering in the undergrowth. There are also the bones left from meals picked clean that you occasionally stumble upon. Massive paw tracks are left in the moist dirt. When you step into it with your paws, the imprint engulfs yours.

You'd rather not find out who those belong to. You're fierce but small. If anything big catches you in its teeth, it's over.

That doesn't mean you're never found. One lazy evening, just after nightfall, you wake up from a cozy nap along a thick tree branch. You yawn, opening your jaws and flashing your sharp teeth, stretching your arms and four legs and flicking your tail, only to realize that there's something above you. Wide, red eyes, caught off guard, stare down at you from higher branches. A naga, deep blue and hooded, dotted with diamonds of red and yellow scales, stares back. He must have been slithering along, not realizing the tree was already occupied. He starts to say something. You've already dashed down the tree trunk and bounded away faster than a bird disappearing into the forest.

That was too close, but not as close as your next encounter. The waterside is dangerous—you have to go there for a cool drink when the afternoon sun is hot. You venture forward, furry ears pricked, eyes scanning the verdant trees until you reach the babbling river's side. The noise is dangerous. It can conceal threats you might otherwise hear before they get too close, but you fold your four legs underneath you and cup your hands to drink delicious sweet water. It runs down your chin before you register another presence. The soft hiss of surprise that echoes.

You jump into the water. Splashing furiously, you turn around to face the intruder only to be met with wide blue eyes and open hands, just as stunned to see you as you are to see him. A naga of golden colors and red patches. He doesn't have a hood, not like the other one. Bright frills frame his head like a crown of beaming gold. He smiles reassuringly, almost too excited, and says, "Hello, friend." You spare him not a word as you swim across the river and disappear into the other end of the forest, ignoring his pleas to wait a moment.

The third encounter is too close for comfort. You don't realize you're being stalked until it's too late. The tall grass made you feel safe and hidden, but it only concealed who lurked here. You spy two gleaming orange eyes between blades of grass moments before the tigertaur leaps on you—and in a second, you're pinned. His paws hold your leopard body down, easily dwarfing you, as his hands grab your wrists. His strength puts an end to your attempts to fight back or wriggle free. He coos at you, much to your dismay. When he leans in close, you brace for his teeth to sink into you. Instead, he licks your cheek and tells you how sweet it is to finally get a proper eyeful of you. You're always running or hiding or sleeping. He wants to know your name. He wants you to know his name. He wants to see you again very soon, ignoring your confusion and disbelief that you're still alive.

He finally lets you up. He grabs your wrist when you try to flee. His striped tail whips about like he's playing while your own snaps in feral agitation. He tells you that you can trust him, especially over those snakes. You break free (did he let you break free?) and race back to the shadowy shelter of the jungle trees, breathing hard and frazzled.

You hide harder, staying in trees more and avoiding moving too much in the middle of the day and at midnight. Your paranoia grows when you notice little offers left under the tree where you had a nap at dawn and dusk: small morsels of meat, berries, nuts, and even flowers that hold no nutritional value but are gorgeous. You hear the nagas more, feel their presence, even catch sight of them as they catch sight of you, calling out, urging you to stop for a moment, please.

The tigertaur finds you when he pleases. He catches you bathing in the river one night and proceeds to help you groom your coat and hair despite your raised hackles, and he tells you that you should hunt food together; it would be far more efficient to share meals, and you need more meat. No matter where you go, where you hide, he finds you. You're certain he takes delight in catching you by surprise by how eagerly he snatches you up each time.

You don't like the offerings left by the nagas but you do take them, even the useless flowers. You don't like the tigertaur dragging a large carcass out, dropping it at your feet, and telling you to indulge, but you do eat. You don't know how to handle the attention of so many large predators, much less what to say when you drop by the babbling waterside to find the yellow naga smiling at you and telling you that it's safe, they won't hurt you. You don't know how to respond when you wake up to a soft hum in the middle of the night and find the blue naga a tree over, coiled up and watching you with a ruby gleam and a soft request to come over to his tree. He doesn't bite.

You don't know what to do but you want to survive, and you don't know if you can with the nagas and tigertaur beckoning you closer.

[naffeclipse]

Augh, yes! He's being so silly with his babies! He loves them ❤️

HEY.

[adler-schwarz]

I think it's been three or four years since I've drawn her.

Pretty sure I lost that piece when the hard drive died.

[sinn-bee]

Cozy cozy winged tigertaur Lqg gift for @/acernor from the wingfic exchange 🪽❤️

[squirrilous]