#tigertaur au

[distortionenby]

I've been chewing on this fantasy AU where Michael is a tiger felitaur for like 3 years, with quite some world building and stuff, and recently I made fanart of it but never posted it BC I've never talked about this outside of DMs or the TMA server I'm in. But @azmodeusjay liked it very much and doodled him for me and I got so excited! I'm a bit encouraged to share my own drawing. It was quite rushed so I'm sorry it looks messy, but anyway, tiger felitaur Michael!!

His stripes shift and change colour as he moves, and the shade of orange can also go from golden to deep dark orange sometimes. He can growl and chuff but also talk normally, and he will curl up around Gerry (who's an elf) during winter to keep him warm.

He is also liquid, as obviously established by the fact he's half feline.

Under the cut are a couple shitpost edits because with Jay we started wondering how he'd wear clothes. Tops are easy, but how would he wear bottoms?

Shittily scribbled while I was at a hospital waiting room.

[naffeclipse]

Temperate Tail

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

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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]

OH BIG KITTY!! Oh, I'm devouring the gorgeous colors and his stripes!! The markings on his face are gorgeous and I love how powerful and muscular he is, and the fluff of his fur is *mwah*. The claw marks in the ground oh ho! He's such a creature! (And the little loaf! He's such a big cat augh)

Thank you so much for sharing! <3

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

[wifiwuxians]

zodiac AU with my bestie sugarapplebaby as always... song lan as a tigertaur has me in a chokehold lol

they're a mix of chinese & western for funsies so we did sagittarius+tiger, aquarius+rabbit, leo+dragon and taurus+horse!

[brotome]

sangyao week day 2!

a weird little au @micchikureshima and i have been workshopping a long time, wherein the tigertaur nie bros narrowly escaped being captured and are now learning how to live alongside humans with the help of researchers jgy and lxc.

[ratbakes]

i 100% agree on the lqg tigertaur thing. Portraying liu qingge as a white tiger is nothing new and putting a human half on a animal half is literally a concept as old as time. It exists in cultures all around the world and is sooo far from new or revolutionary

Honestly the fact that sirencat is trying to play the victim of being "bullied" when in reality their claim was just debunked is so baffling to me. As if they didn't start the fight by trying to call out an artist who DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO THEY WERE and reposting their art without credit???? While claiming THEY had something stolen from them????? Fucking bonkers. I'm glad so many folks are backing us up because this kind of fandom drama is utterly stupid. To me this is no better than "I like this character the most and nobody else likes them as much as I do!!!" bullshit. Like. They don't fucking know where sinn's inspiration came from. To claim that it MUST have come from them because it's been around for a while is?????? So presumptuous??? To really think that everyone else was "copying" them by including tiger stuff in their creations within the same month as them is also genuinely insane considering it was THE MONTH BEFORE THE YEAR OF THE TIGER. Like fuck, if I saw someone else come up with a fairy SJ au where he was scantily clad and living in the forest.... I'd be like "hell yeah someone else sees my vision, hell yeah 2 cakes" instead of "HEY YOU COPIED ME!!!!! YOU COPIED ME YOU MUST HAVE SEEN MINE FIRST AND COPIED IT!!!! IDK THAT YOU'VE RECENTLY JOINED THE SVSSS FANDOM AND HAVE ALWAYS LOVED DRAWING SCANTILY CLAD FAIRIES YOU'RE CLEARLY JUST COPYING ME!!!!" If they knew anything at all about Sinn it's that they've been doing half-beast svsss characters for a while now and a lot of those ideas come about based off of conversations with their friends and NOT looking at someone else's designs and going "hmm I think I'm going to steal this" like just. The ego to think they have THAT much influence over the fandom when the folks like Soursoppi and Acernor probably don't even know who the fuck they are, let alone trying to "steal" from them. I could go on and on about this. I'm so mad on so many levels because of the amount of mental gymnastics they'd have to do to come to that conclusion. If they had just gone "okay, I didn't talk to the artist and I didn't realize their inspiration came from elsewhere. Sorry for the misunderstanding" then this whole thing could have been a lot less hostile, but instead they doubled down on their claim and started deleting people arguing against them (proving them wrong) and blocking them.

Anyway. I need to calm down. Thanks for giving me an opportunity to vent via this ask 😂

[spiralatic]

"will consider this actually"

Please do, it might reignite my tigertaur/elf/witch AU between the three that I have abandoned since early 2023...

Is Michael the tigertaur hdhehqgsisvuaiwvwjvehakVgegwjdbwjdbwjd

[yennao]

Here’s a monkey boy Luffy to match my tiger man Zoro. He looks normal, but with a tail and hand feet. Climby boy,

[stagbeetleboy]

Kinda wanna do a centaur au bc I want to draw tigertaur maul, but idk centaurs and centaur related creatures make me uncomfortable.

I’d rather draw a full furry tbh

[misfauxpas]

Centaurworld: Feyworld AU

A few people including myself have been brainstorming this AU in a fan discord, so let me be the first to post about it! Instead of entering Centaurworld, in this AU Horse finds herself amongst the Fey and is guided through their domain by a herd of centaurs.

Wammawink is the leader of this herd, which includes most centaurs as well as Ched, the harpy, and Zulius, the disguised trickster god. Zulius is partnered with Splendib, a low-ranking Fey who he claims he only doesn’t smite because he’s indebted to the tigertaur.

As they travel, Horse refers to herself as “Horse” and her rider as “Rider” to avoid giving up her name. This is one of the only rules of the Fey she actually observes.

Also in this AU, a long time ago, a human princess visited the Fey’s domain with her friend, Becky Apples. An ancient, evil Fey tricked the princess into giving up both of their names and marrying him, cursing her to forever be his puppet while Becky roams the human world as an ordinary horse. This was done using the General, a human-presenting extension of the Fey which is used to lure in unsuspecting mortals.

There’s a lot more to this AU, but this is all for now! More to come!

[naffeclipse]

Doodled Tigertaur Eclipse during dnd, I love him so much and you literally published Fever Cold right when I also was sick (still am lol) and I felt so comforted by the fic so thank you 😭🙏 I hope you’re feeling better/feel better soon!!

Oh my gosh, I'm so glad I found this in my inbox!! He's gorgeous and I love how sweet he is with Y/N!! Y/N is living the dream. They're so cuddled by him and that's adorable. Ah, I'm so glad the fic can offer some good comfort, especially during these sick times!

Thank you so much for sharing! ♥

[captainsupernoodle]

@birbforthewin i was poking around for some possible mythological symbolism i could chuck in the tigertaur au and the internet kindly reminded me that there are no tigers in japan, but also informed me that despite that, the white tiger byakko is the symbol of the west, associated with righteousness.

it didn’t help me but it did make me laugh

[distortionenby]

You'll be tickled to learn that this elf species' skintone is basically Draculaura Pink. Don't ask when down the rabbit hole I decided it but it's a permanent thing now. Jon (human) once said Gerry looks like a strawberry when he has to wear traditional clothes (all in different greens and bits of white because this is a forest based community).

Gerry almost didn't go to the very important ceremony because he got self-conscious about it even though literally everyone in the ceremony looks exactly the same as him skin/clothing colour-wise. All thanks to his human husband that doesn't know what's a bad observation to say out loud.

I've been chewing on this fantasy AU where Michael is a tiger felitaur for like 3 years, with quite some world building and stuff, and recently I made fanart of it but never posted it BC I've never talked about this outside of DMs or the TMA server I'm in. But @azmodeusjay liked it very much and doodled him for me and I got so excited! I'm a bit encouraged to share my own drawing. It was quite rushed so I'm sorry it looks messy, but anyway, tiger felitaur Michael!!

His stripes shift and change colour as he moves, and the shade of orange can also go from golden to deep dark orange sometimes. He can growl and chuff but also talk normally, and he will curl up around Gerry (who's an elf) during winter to keep him warm.

He is also liquid, as obviously established by the fact he's half feline.

Under the cut are a couple shitpost edits because with Jay we started wondering how he'd wear clothes. Tops are easy, but how would he wear bottoms?

Shittily scribbled while I was at a hospital waiting room.

[naffeclipse]

So If I remember correctly, this is for your “trust in me” au! I think you mentioned Leopardtaur Reader gets zoomies while Tigertaur Eclipse gets extremely touchy and relaxed. But what would happen is both got a hold of catnip at the same time? Would it just be Eclipse trying to wrangle us so he can get cuddly while we attempt to wrestle out of his grip and run around like a headless chicken? Regardless of the situation, he'd probably still be laying/sitting on us by the end of it since he weighs more!

Fun fact: catnip like effect originally comes from a similar plant that acts as natural bug repellent that grows in jungles and has all that same effects! I believe it's because it's in the same family if I recall correctly!

So it's very possible for this cat nip to be acquired within the jungle of "Trust in Me." Good to know hehe

As for both of the felines getting a dose of that stuff, it would be a very strange set of events in which Tigertaur Eclipse tries sluggishly and lazily to snatch Leopardtaur Y/N who's zooming by and back around. He can pin Y/N down for some mandatory cuddles but Y/N would be so wiggly and jittering in his grasp that it's almost not worth it. Almost. It would amuse Eclipse greatly to have to keep grabbing them and pinning them down but he's so languid and relaxed so he makes the most of it while swaying on the high of the catnip.

[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]

Hey Naff! I hope you feel better soon <3

I was surprised to see Eclipse as a tigertaur! Pretty unique (with the nagas its giving me Jungle Book vibes)! What made you go with that idea/design for him?

It's due to his personality, role, and presence within the Naga AU! Eclipse fits so well with a sleek, dangerous predator like the tiger. I also didn't want too many nagas because there is the briefly mentioned fourth creature in the fic. It's also a touch inspired by Jungle Book (as you can see by the series title).