#tigertaur!Eclipse

[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.

[naffeclipse]

Temperate Tail

Tigertaur!Eclipse x Reader. Sickness. Non-consensual touching. Kidnapping.

Prev

You moan quietly at the arms underneath you, lifting you away from the cool cave floor. Blearily, you peek between heavy eyelids to watch the deeper shadow of stone break away to red evening, burning into a black-blue twilight on the horizon. The leafy foliage flutters with a warm breeze. You shudder underneath it as the arms that hold you squeeze you a little too tightly. The motion of being carried away is not as smooth as the nagas ought to be.

Sun and Moon went to hunt for themselves. You thought they had only awakened you a moment ago, gently fed you another sensitive plant, and told you their plans.

They worried, whispered, but you had shooed them away. They can only hunt together in the dusk or dawn, and you’re well aware that they’ve kept from satisfying their stomachs to watch over you in your sickness. You can survive a little while on your own—all you do is sleep.

And the nagas are not the only dangerous creatures in the jungle.

“Back already?” your hoarse voice crackles under the ill strain to speak. You allow your head to loll against the firm arm cradling you. 

You desperately long for the flower to kick in soon and spare you the furious whiplash effect of fevers one moment then chills the next. Sun and Moon have been diligent in tending to you; a fact you still have to stomach. Under their constant care, you’re useless, at their ever gentle mercy.

This body pressing you close is not the warmth of a sun-heated patch of grass nor the cool shadows stretching underneath a misty tree. It’s even, neutral, calm. The being is steady in a way that betrays the skilled strength hiding under short fur of orange and deep red. An unagitated killer, carrying away his prize prey.

Your eyelids fly open.

“Eclipse,” you half growl, half groan.

A large hand, tipped in compacted but curved claws, slaps over your mouth. Your weak protest is muffled under his near smothering palm. Deep red eyes flash in warning. His gait is swift and seamless, not the swaying motion you register with Sun or Moon. The beast holding you flies over the forest floor upon four tiger legs, his upper half bearing the resemblance of a man in form. The silent pads of his paws let him ghost through the forest, you caught in his muscular embrace.

His focus remains on the forest as it deepens with shadows and reddens with the last slips of sunrise. You boil internally, not only because of your sickness, but at how long he must have been lying in wait, watching, willing Sun and Moon to leave you for but a moment. The fiend.

Eclipse is the only beast who stands a chance against Sun and Moon, save for one other in this mad jungle.

You try to bite his hand but only succeed in scraping your teeth against his palm and getting hair in your mouth. His round ears flicker. Turning his head, he watches for a moment, still bounding between thick, mossy trees before resume his cunning getaway.

You want to snarl at him, threaten him, demand he puts you down now. His hand gags your every attempt to throw threats. Furious and festering in your feverish state, you struggle to find a way out of his arms. His claws press against your cheek, almost squishing the flesh against your molars. The promise of bruises hangs over his fingertips.

His own threat flares in his round, black pupils—so unlike the slitted gaze of Sun and Moon.

You glare at his orange, light yellow, and dark red mane-like growth of fur around his head, flaring around him like sun rays. He’s always made you think of a dark sunset, eclipsing a land of light. Upon his face, he’s marked by an orange and deep red jagged crescent, and around his deep red eyes are vertical white stripes that cut from the corner of his gaze.

Through the quiet buzz of the jungle, you fight his vice-like hold and your own fading strength while he carries you from the lush and verdant part of the jungle to tall grass, wild and whipping in the summer breeze, to thickets speckled with rocky crevices. 

Eclipse’s territory. The pulse in your throat quickens. You try to kick but weakness sets upon your sickly form.

He stops in the center of the verdant field. His large head tilts down to gaze at you. The appetitive glint in his wine dark eyes fills you with acidic apprehension. He nimbly folds upon his tiger legs, sitting not unlike a cat pleased with the mouse he’s brought back. His large palm lifts away from your mouth—there’s no worry that Sun and Moon will hear you now. He lays you down on the thick grass. The emerald green colors darken just as the sun slips away, leaving a purple twilight against the sky. The lush vegetation brushes against you like strands of hair. You shudder.

“Take me back, right now,” you demand is overwhelmed by your croaking. That is not the fierceness with which you want to address Eclipse.

His wide grin upon his large head splits to reveal curved canines. He licks his teeth once. You force yourself to not flinch, though holding your head off of the ground is beginning to take its toll on your limited energy.

“No. You’re staying here, with me, until I say so.” He bows over you. Large tiger paws dig slightly into the moist dirt as his hands arch for you. “As if those two snakes were taking care of you. You still have a fever.”

You glare. He has too many limbs, too many claws to watch for. Though you fade under the aching pulse eradicating your body, you refuse to close your eyes for even a moment.

“I don’t need your help.” Before his hand takes a hold of you, you twist onto your belly. Shoving your knees up and working your elbows, you begin to crawl away—as slow and pitiful as you are, you refuse to stay here a moment more. You push with strength you do not have. Glass blades swipe against your arms. The almost muddy ground soaks into the fabric of your long khakis. 

A large hand seizes your ankle. With a rattling breath sucked out of your lungs, you’re dragged back over the grass and flipped upright. Before you can curse him, Eclipse tucks you under his white hirsute belly of his lower tiger half, two massive paws pinning your arms by your sides. His weight holds you down like a striped blanket. 

You groan sickly. Throwing him a half-lidded stare of disdain, you can only watch as Eclipse lays down on top of you, his arms crossed over your midsection as you struggle to breathe under his weight. He tilts his head, his mane-like fur too short to take after a lion, but the tufts are spikey and vibrate with orange, light yellow, and deep red hues.

“You won’t get any better crawling around in the mud,” he drips with derision. “Why are you so difficult?”

Clutching your hands into fists, you bare your teeth as if you had as sharp of fangs as him. He laughs. The harsh, sharp sound makes you vibrate within your ridiculously chilled body. If you weren’t sick—if you had your machete—

“Get off me,” you rasp. 

“Relax, kitten,” he purrs, lifting a hand to trail a black claw over your arm, tracing from the crease of your elbow to the curve of your shoulder. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” 

He does not feed you, and you very much want to bite.

You shiver. Goosebumps prickle your skin under the lethal brush of the tiger’s hand. Your breath catches when his touch nears your neck. Your fever spikes. Caressing your throat, Eclipse’s claws linger on your jugular vein. The very beat of your heart pushes back on his presence. You will your frantic pulse to not give away the violent fear flooding your veins, too weak to throw him off you and run.

His deep red eyes flash with a predatory smugness. You squirm. In what you can only understand as delight, he shifts his hand to firmly press on your shoulder, restricting your movement further.

A moan slips past your teeth.

“I will make you feel better,” his throaty growl fills your body. You freeze, eyes wide like a gazelle. 

“Eclipse,” you try to argue, but you cough.

Softly, so softly you almost don’t understand what’s happening, Eclipse begins to purr. You feel it within his tiger half as well as his chest. Fully laid out underneath him, deep rumblings fill you like the echoes of thunder. A strangely gentle vibrancy soothes the edge of the fever. You gasp quietly at how sweet the relief is—how swift and consuming it is of the ache that’s been plaguing you for a day and night now.

“What are you doing?” you ask, harsh in your allayed confusion.

“Giving you what you need: me.” His wicked maw splits into a wide smile. “Don’t deny you feel better. I can already see it in your face.”

“No,” you groan, but it’s not your best lie.

He laughs softer this time, condescending but adoring, as if he can’t get enough of your antics.

Internally, you writhe. The aching soreness, the flip-flopping of shuddering from chills and melting from the fever is washed away like mud from a stone, but you wonder if that could be due to the flower you consumed earlier. His purring… it is enticing, seductive in how it urges you to stop resisting. You hate that a sliver of you wants it. You loathe that you want him to keep taking away the sickness.

You’re useless. Eclipse has stalked you time and time ago, and pounced just when you were foolish enough to believe you were safe. Now, you don’t even have a weapon to brandish against him. He’s too swift and cunning—he always has you before you realize what’s happening. 

A perfect ambush predator.

He keeps telling you that you need him. You have never revolted against such a bold declaration more than this. His bone-snapping strength and his sound-breaking speed are intimidating, certainly, but you won’t let him play with you. 

He acts hungry, he keeps looking at you as if you were a sweet morsel, and you refuse to believe that he is anything but a monster yearning for flesh after he’s finished playing with his food.

Depleted of adrenaline and reserved energy, you can do nothing but soak in his healing rumbles.

Eclipse’s body lays lightly over your own. You carry vague suspicions that he’s not resting his full weight on you—crushing you to death is not his means of slaughter. He has far too many claws and a pair of powerful jaws for that. Instead, stomach to stomach, he longues over you as if soaking in the starry light. This close to your chest, you wonder how well he senses your angry heart.

Insects buzz through the grass. You have an urge to shiver in the lack of safety in the night, but Eclipse’s purring keeps you from feeling too aware of your surroundings. In the darkness, his orange and deep red hues have melted to a muted color. The length of his tail playfully flickers behind him, long and tipped in black. He is too cat-like, too large, to be trustworthy.

“Relax, sweet little kitten,” he croons in a low voice, “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

You glower in the dark. His predator eyes can see your expression perfectly, but he only sneers in reply.

As if sweeping aside your ungrateful attitude, Eclipse plays with wisps of your hair, twirling the strands around his claws with a casual intrigue. He never tugs on the strands. You do little but breathe. His purrs are alleviating the worst and you need every ounce of strength you can steal to get away from him. The gleam of his deep red eyes become black in the crescent of moonlight.

He leans down. You turn your head away but that does little to stall his nuzzling. He rubs affectionately against your nose, your neck, even your hair, and you protest with loud grumblings. You squeeze your eyes shut at the stroke of his sleek fur—something so dangerous shouldn’t be so soft. A whimper escapes you, and you bite the inside of your cheek to hold back the next one. His purr picks up. He effortlessly ignores your half growled cursing while fussing his fuzzy short mane against your cheek.

When will he have his fill? Is he ever going to be satisfied bating you around like a delicious little mouse? Your heart skips a beat.

“Why are you doing this?” you grunt.

“You smell like those awful snakes,” he growls lightly. He pulls back in the slightest so you can catch the sizzling pleasure in his gaze. “You have no idea how much better you smell with me all over you.”

“I don’t smell like anyone but me,” you hiss. But you’re not sure. Have Sun and Moon left their scent on you? The thought hadn’t crossed your mind seriously until now.

Eclipse tilts his head slightly. The wild fluff of his head speaks to his jungle prowess. Hanging only an itch above your mouth, he muses in tune with his purring. 

“You do smell lovely.” He traces a tapered finger from your temple to the edge of your jaw, as if sizing up a morsel. “Like dried petals with a slight spice.”

A shudder takes over your shoulders. He hooks your chin in his grasp then deliberately rubs his fluffy cheek against your mouth. A thick sultry ting of amber and dark earth fills your senses, ending with a lingering, spicy musk.

You sputter, tasting hair. He snickers with a simper when he lifts his head.

The strong scent reminds you of when he first surprised you. He pinned you to the ground before you realized you were being hunted. A mistake you refuse to make again. There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to tear your throat out, but he purred and fawned over you, and dragged you off to a rocky crevice to find out more about you. You were terrified then—but you at least had your machete on you.

The shiver that rolls down your body is not for his pleasure, despite his smirk. You’re going to find a way to wring his neck.

“Stop it,” you snap, your voice thick and labored.

“I am good for you. You can’t deny that,” he leans in closer. He lays his head beside your own, covering your chest. You swallow at the graze of his teeth against your soft neck. 

His voice lowers, “You like to think you have claws, but you don’t. You need me. You need to trust me.”

You screw your eyes shut.

No. You can’t. You can only rely on yourself. Sun and Moon are sweet, they practically begged to help you, but you can’t accept that, not truly. You won’t let them have your back just to get a fang or claw in it.

It hurts. You remember.

When push comes to shove, you can only hope you’re out of reach of everything and everyone.

“Kitten,” he purrs, turning your chin with a sharp finger. “You’re safe with me.”

You stare back at him, eyes narrowed with disbelief. The rhythmic swells of his purrings have yet to wane. The delicious relief holds you down still. He envelopes you like a waterfall, crashing down, drowning you where you stand.

A sliver of you wants to trust him, and that part of you is very, very wrong and weak.

His one round ear twitches, and then both lie flat against his skull The summer breeze ceases. Unease pricks your spine. His expression sharpens as he rises, hands pressed into the grass on either side of your head, claws extended.

The deep purr within his body cuts off. For a fraction of the night, he holds your gaze with a promise.

I will steal you away again soon.

His jaw splits open in a snarl that quakes the meadow. Your heart climbs up your throat, rattling under his force. The next second, Eclipse leaps off of you. You gasp at the sudden loss of the tiger’s presence. A flash of midnight blue scales darts through the grass. 

Moon.

The naga strikes in the blink of an eye. Moon’s fangs snap inches from Eclipse’s neck, vicious spit dripping from his sharp incisors. The flare of his hood makes him larger, and horrifying, and the glinting red and yellow diamonds flaring underneath his intimidating display promise lethal retribution. The tigertaur dives deeper into the field, effortlessly lunging out of reach from a furious swipe of Moon’s claws. Eclipse grins; there is nothing humorous in his glinting jaws.

The meadow rustles to the side of you. A sweeping mass of golden scales circle you, crushing grass and smothering vegetation. Hands take your shoulders. A low hiss fills the air with a threatening rage but soon softens. You look up, stunned. 

Sun, too.

The naga instantly grabs you and holds you against his warm chest. You lock your arms around his spindly neck, minding his sharp head spikes. His blue eyes are dark as if ink were spilled into his irises. His arms tremble for one moment before steadying around you. In the emptiness of Eclipse’s purrs, your entire body shivers and the fever returns in thick, heavy waves.

You twist your head back, fighting the ache dripping back into your limbs. Moon is coiled upon his tail, tall, taller than you’ve ever seen him hold himself up. He watches the meadow with a fervent rage. His red eyes are wide, glinting dark like arterial blood.

Sun says Moon’s name. In a snap, Moon is slithering to your side, his hand brushing the small of your back with a reassuring—or in need of reassuring—touch. You try to say their names. Sun tucks your head against his shoulder.

The moment they turn away, you see Eclipse in the tall grass, not yet gone. He’s crouched, half-hidden. He grins like the Cheshire Cat between wavering blades of green. His fingers dance in a goodbye. Your heart drops into your stomach.

Sun and Moon shoot away—a fight avoided is the only good fight. Cutting through the grass, rustling through it with thunderous hissing, they spirit you out of Eclipse’s territory. You cling tighter to Sun and watch Moon’s and his long tails become whipping blurs, scales glinting with shards of starlight.

“You came?” you gasp. You try to not choke Sun with your crushing grip.

“Are you hurt?” Moon hisses.

“No.” You shake your head. “Eclipse was watching the cave.”

“We put that together,” Sun gives without his usual musical timber. “Did he do anything to you?”

“No.”

He nods, relieved, but it’s short-lived as a dark cloud passes over his usually sunny expression. “You scared us, lily pad. That’s the second time I’ve found you gone.”

“We should have stayed,” Moon says, his snarl lowering into remorse.

You let your head fall against Sun’s shoulder, bouncing along with his swaying. Moon’s concern rings in your head like a bell. 

They came for you. They didn’t let you go. You close your eyes even as liquid spills underneath your eyelashes.

They take you far away from the tall grass, and they don’t stop until you’re well into the densest, darkest shadows of the jungle. You cling to the quiet sound of the nagas’ hissing.

You still feel Eclipse’s purr deep within your chest.

[naffeclipse]

What if Yn was a Naga? What difrence would it make in the story?

If this is for Trust In Me with Naga Sun and Moon and Tigertaur Eclipse, it would make a difference!

Y/N would be wary of the Naga brothers considering that in nature there are snakes who will eat other, smaller snakes, and you don't want to risk it. Not to mention there are species who, if displeased with a potential mate, will swallow the other whole. You'll keep your distance for now, though they are very curious about the other naga whose scent they keep catching throughout the jungle. Sun is especially eager to meet you but you barely slip just out of reach whenever you catch sight of his bright yellow scales. At night, you sometimes find a gleaming pair of red eyes glowing in the darkness before you slither deeper into the shadows.

You can't outrun Eclipse. The tigertaur is agile and swift, and once he pounces, you're caught. You're certain he intends to devour you—he's merely playing with his food first, licking your hair and purring about how lovely your scales are. He tells you to stay with him. The two of you can scavage for food together but you don't trust him, and whenever he finally gets off your winding tail, you bolt for the safety of the trees.

[naffeclipse]

Saw the answered ask of tigertaur eclipses reaction with catnip, now im wondering leopardtaur readers, especially since you said the reaction is different, and idk if youve answered a question like that yet lol

Oh leopardtaur!Y/N is possessed with the zoomies. You zip this way and that, roll onto your back, and leap up to dart around a tree in a flash. You are especially frenzied for a playmate. Your eyes are wide and black. Depending on if a naga or a tigertaur is nearby, you'll want to roughhouse or give a wack with your paws.

If Sun and Moon manage to find you, they'll wait out the catnip by trying to keep you contained in an area so you don't accidentally hurt yourself in your craze. (You really like their scales; they're so shiny and pretty! You touch their tails then run away just to loop back and do it again, much to the boys' amusement.) Tigertaur!Eclipse will simply give chase and herd you, running in time with your wild energy and making sure you don't hit a tree or fall into a river. He'll tease you about how exciting it would be to hunt you like this—if he could even catch you.

The crash afterward leaves you slumped and groaning. Sun and Moon would like to curl around you and help you recover. They would also be sure to chastise you and make you promise to never do that again. Eclipse is just glad that you're more like putty in his hands to play with as he wishes, and he purrs that next time he'll make sure he's right beside you from the start.

[naffeclipse]

Forgive me for I am about to ask the ultimate question....

How will tigertaur!Eclipse act when presented with catnip?

He'd get very mellow and relaxed, just zonked. He would also be terribly cuddly so I wouldn't be within reach if he's on the stuff. His words would get slurred while he's fawning over you and licking your hair until it's sticking in all kinds of directions. It would be a bit of a love overdose from Eclipse. His only regret is that catnip doesn't have the same effect on you.

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

absolutely loving the taur thoughts that have been circulating around @naffeclipse with tigertaur!Eclipse and leopardtaur!Y/N. such fun to draw!

[naffeclipse]

What if Yn got so pissed off by Tigertaur eclipse that they bit his tail like a tiger cub?

Tigertaur!Eclipse would be completely caught off guard. Not by any pain your cute human teeth could inflect but just the sheer audacity that you would bite him. He's stopped whatever he was doing that was pissing you off so much to comment on it, but that opens a door. If you're going to bite him, he's going to bite you. And you might just like it.

[naffeclipse]

Would y/n be as disturbed when they see tigertaur!eclipse's yawn?

Oh yes. They would not like an eyeful of his fearsome feline fangs and that long, rough tongue rolling out. They can only imagine how powerful his bite is, how easily he could rip off their flesh and chew their meat.

Eclipse would delight in showing off his teeth. If Y/N wants, they could even put their hand in his mouth. They know they want to. Go on, go ahead. He won't bite.

Y/N, strangely, does not take him up on the offer.

[naffeclipse]

We know both tiger boy and the snake boys would be interested if y/n was a leopard taur, but would the big grabby kitty still be interested if y/n was a naga too?

Not at first. He would regard them much like Sun and Moon in that they're another threat to his food source. He already isn't fond of Sun and Moon and assumes Naga!Y/N would be no better company until he encounters them once or twice at dusk, admiring their shimmering scales and defensive hisses, then he gets a bit obsessed.

He would like to steal them away but it's a bit hard to drag so much of their long, winding tail around, so he stalks them before surprising them for a mandated cuddle. He has to be careful that they don't bite him or allow them a chance to constrict him with their tail. Y/N isn't thrilled by this, but Eclipse hasn't killed them yet, so they're in a stalemate with the tigertaur whenever he's around.

[naffeclipse]

I've been. cooking tigertaur!Eclipse thoughts big time. and the idea rolled around about an AU of Eclipse finding leopardtaur!Y/N and being like "you don't clean yourself properly, your hunting skills are poor, and you're so flighty you could be a hummingbird" and promptly pulling them under his wing (paws?). big brother and little sibling. Y/N spends the first couple of weeks fighting this off in panicked confusion but after being woken up by a gentle paw on their face and a fish dropped on them for breakfast they start to consider this is a good thing

alternatively human!Y/N with the sibling arguments being peak comedy. "I'm not taking advice from someone with only one pair of legs!" "well I only have one pair of shoulders and they're not fucked up!" - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

Heya, babe!

OH! A dirty, scraggly, very lost leopardtaur!Y/N who has no idea what they're doing sounds delightful! They're anxious all the time and constantly jumping at the slightest noise! They're starving because they can barely nab some small birds, but that does not keep a leopardtaur going long. Of course, Eclipse had to take pity on them.

Eclipse eventually shows Y/N that what he's teaching them is invaluable and they might want to pay attention to see how best to stalk bigger prey like deer without making a sound. Eclipse helps Y/N groom at first before Y/N picks up how best to maintain their coat. He shows them how to hone their senses and sharpen their awareness of the life in the jungle, and how best to kill it with their deadly teeth.

When Y/N gets their first kill that's bigger than a measly big, he's very, very proud.

"You're getting there, kid." "I'm not a kid." "Sure." *licks their head*

Eventually, Y/N stops fearing the larger predator and begins sleeping soundly. Eclipse is glad for the company—he's glad that they're doing well and learning quick. He's even caught off guard one night when Y/N lays their spotted hide beside him and proceeds to snooze away.

I also love the squabbles Human Y/N and Eclipse could get into, considering their many differences XD The fact that taurs are doing with so many extra body parts is both weird and amazing, and compared to a little human without two legs is adorable!

[naffeclipse]

This song is Tigertaur!Eclipse and Leopardtaur!YN

(Why yes, I do know of a very specific wereleopard song :D yay for Mercedes Lackey and Heather Alexander)

https://youtu.be/WaJ9MpMbaNY?si=Kpw3EWpOVKUIYjeC

Cipher, I already love this but let me take a listen real quick hehe <3

You are not kidding in the slightest when you say this song is Tigertaur!Eclipse and Leopardtaur!YN. Oh my gosh. I'm blown away by how beat-for-beat it fits. Man, this might as well be their theme, there's not going to be anything that tops this!! Also these lines especially just make me feral:

So now she summons all her wit, and every trick she knows to hide, To make him lose the twisting track, to throw him off her trail In woman form, in leopard hide, fording, leaping side to side, She doubles back along her track - and sees her efforts fail.

He stands before her, dark and grim. Her terror now she can't suppress. He blocks the only pathway out, and will not let her by. Her gold flanks heaving in distress, half woman and half leopardess - To either side, nowhere to hide; it's time to fight or die.

[naffeclipse]

Im wondering if tigertaur eclipse can loaf like a house cat, or at least his tiger half

I’ve seen tigers do it before and it’s adorable, I just wanna know if him or leopard y/n loaf occasionally

This is for drawing purposes btw

He can loaf! It would be hard to catch him in such a position since he has heightened senses and would hear anyone approaching, but when it's peaceful and he's alone, he'll loaf! (He will also loaf around Y/N, but first, they have to stop running away from him!)

I'm staring directly at you!!

[naffeclipse]

As I was reading some stuff about leopard y/n and tiger eclipse and naga sun & moon, I couldn’t get the image of naga sun and moon looking so offended while watching y/n be cleaned by eclipse from afar

But the image of eclipse doing that seems so sweat at the same time argh

I need more of tigertuar!eclipse and leopard y/n cuddling even if it was eclipse who just kind of made them do it-

Oh, Sun and Moon are so jealous but also very concerned because they do not trust the tigertaur. He hasn't given them a reason to. It's clear you're not particularly into Eclipse cleaning you but they're not sure if they should intervene because it's hard to pinpoint if you like anything, so they keep watch while displaying their displeasure.

Eclipse can sense them. His ears flicker in the direction of angry hisses. Aware of his audience, he licks whatever part of you he can reach with his rough tongue, either your cheek or the back of your head (leaving a cowlick in your hair). You complain and wash it off but Eclipse is satisfied his message got across. Mine. If there's a loud chorus of hisses, he'll splash the water with a massive tiger paw to drown it out.

Eclipse can be gentle when he wants to be. Grooming is intimate and he wants to show you how well he can take care of you. He washes the spot on your leopard back that's hard to reach with your hands, despite how flat your ears lie on your skull in warning. He cups his large hands to drip water down your head like rainwater. You tolerate it because he's being useful right now, but you're also itching to dash away the moment you see an opening.

Eclipse really loves grabbing Leopard!Y/N for impromptu cuddles. You really shouldn't be surprised when he ascends the tree you're napping in, scruffing you, and carrying you down to the shady ground. You snarl and try to wriggle free but every time he pins you underneath him and—that's it. You're not going anywhere until he lets you.

[naffeclipse]

It’s actually funny with Leopardtaur!Y/N and Tigertaur!Eclipse because leopards and tigers are kind of neutral towards each other in the wild due to some differences in prey while leopards and lions are kind of at each other’s throats. Of course, they’d probably still fight but they mostly avoid each other.

I mean they did avoid Eclipse. That was a pretty significant thing that happened. Like I understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did avoid Eclipse.

Meme aside, I find that interesting that leopards do have tigers as predators! I don't think it happens often but leopards are small for big cats. They would, naturally, just avoid each other, but Eclipse is a little too enamored with the lovely leopard to let any distance come between them.