https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcGSEbfegrs
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The tiger’s ears grew a shade redder as the wolf pulled him from the bench. He’d been having a pleasant enough conversation with Kaluuk, sharing a drink as another upbeat song was strung up. But Geri was not one to sit idle, and dammit he was going to have a dance with his tiger.
'His' tiger. He could call him that now.
There was a mild resistance to the massive tiger’s paw, but it was half hearted. This was a day Mikhail cherished more than most, and he wanted to enjoy every minute of it. Even as Ewern and Mila paused their conversation to watch the tiger get dragged into the middle of the barn, and his face and ears began to burn, still he could not help but smile at his wolf.
'His' wolf.
Geri swung the tiger lightly into step, his two massive left paws clumsily following. Mikhail grinned, despite his constant gazes down to his paws. The wolf had no such hesitation however, and gave Mikhail the lead he needed to prance about. The guitar strings strummed with growing energy, radiating through the hay that danced in the thick air of the summer night. Soon enough he could keep the tiger in enough of a swing to lead him more lightly. Despite his bashfulness, Mikhail seemed to be enjoying himself.
The tiger was swung about, grasping at his partner’s hands in what felt like the last possible second of every beat. But somehow Geri kept him in pace. He gave Mikhail that gravely laugh he loved so much, and the tiger returned a toothy grin. His wolf spun into Mikhail’s arms, and planted a lick under his chin. The tiger’s own massive, sandpapery tongue lapped at the top of Geri’s head, pulling in a hint of that taste he knew he’d be enjoying later that night.
They spun about in time as the music reached its height. Mikhail glanced about at everyone around him. His friends from the guard, the pits, even the nymph. Ewern, perhaps their most trusted friend, standing beside Mikhail’s mother, sitting with grace even in her age with a warm smile. And then his wolf. Dancing his lycanthropic heart away, and pulling his tiger along for the glorious ride. The light was warm, the air was thick with dust, but cool to the paw, and everyone he loved surrounded him, most of all the wolf in his arms.
Gods, he knew now, this is what it was to LIVE.
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Yes, they're husbands. Not in as traditional of a sense perhaps, but nonetheless husbands.
Characters & art © vellum
Mikhail is a Leonin fighter I play in a weekly dnd game that is streamed live on twitch. Come by and watch sometime! We're live 8:15pm ET most Thursdays! Look for us at The Glory Role
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The tiger’s ears grew a shade redder as the wolf pulled him from the bench. He’d been having a pleasant enough conversation with Kaluuk, sharing a drink as another upbeat song was strung up. But Geri was not one to sit idle, and dammit he was going to have a dance with his tiger.
'His' tiger. He could call him that now.
There was a mild resistance to the massive tiger’s paw, but it was half hearted. This was a day Mikhail cherished more than most, and he wanted to enjoy every minute of it. Even as Ewern and Mila paused their conversation to watch the tiger get dragged into the middle of the barn, and his face and ears began to burn, still he could not help but smile at his wolf.
'His' wolf.
Geri swung the tiger lightly into step, his two massive left paws clumsily following. Mikhail grinned, despite his constant gazes down to his paws. The wolf had no such hesitation however, and gave Mikhail the lead he needed to prance about. The guitar strings strummed with growing energy, radiating through the hay that danced in the thick air of the summer night. Soon enough he could keep the tiger in enough of a swing to lead him more lightly. Despite his bashfulness, Mikhail seemed to be enjoying himself.
The tiger was swung about, grasping at his partner’s hands in what felt like the last possible second of every beat. But somehow Geri kept him in pace. He gave Mikhail that gravely laugh he loved so much, and the tiger returned a toothy grin. His wolf spun into Mikhail’s arms, and planted a lick under his chin. The tiger’s own massive, sandpapery tongue lapped at the top of Geri’s head, pulling in a hint of that taste he knew he’d be enjoying later that night.
They spun about in time as the music reached its height. Mikhail glanced about at everyone around him. His friends from the guard, the pits, even the nymph. Ewern, perhaps their most trusted friend, standing beside Mikhail’s mother, sitting with grace even in her age with a warm smile. And then his wolf. Dancing his lycanthropic heart away, and pulling his tiger along for the glorious ride. The light was warm, the air was thick with dust, but cool to the paw, and everyone he loved surrounded him, most of all the wolf in his arms.
Gods, he knew now, this is what it was to LIVE.
--
Yes, they're husbands. Not in as traditional of a sense perhaps, but nonetheless husbands.
Characters & art © vellum
Mikhail is a Leonin fighter I play in a weekly dnd game that is streamed live on twitch. Come by and watch sometime! We're live 8:15pm ET most Thursdays! Look for us at The Glory Role
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Tiger
Gender Male
Size 1259 x 942px
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