In a dense green forest, there once lived a Tiger. His arms were strong, eyes calm yet so penetrating and had a unique combination of black stripes. Even though he walked swiftly, his presence was always felt by the monkeys on the trees, the birds in the sky, the reptiles in the pond and the rodents in their holes of darkness. A certain vibe of authority and steadiness would reflect upon the ground that he set his paws on. All alone he had the same hunting routine and would spend most of his time on a rock at the edge of a small hill that where he would look over the canopy of the forest.
One day as he marked his territory, there was this certain scent he picked up. A scent his sharp nose never picked up before. As he tried to follow the scent and he spotted firm marks of paws on the wet ground. They belonged to someone of his own kind he realized. Feeling aggressive he went back to his sweet spot on the rock on top of the hill. Licked his paws and flexed his muscles, all ready for a fight. He climbed down and walked towards the flowing stream of a river. As he walked with his head up high he smelt that scent again. The paw marks were there, and his adrenaline was pumping. As he quietly moved towards the stream and hid behind a tree he saw another tiger. He realized she was a female tiger or a tigress. He opened his eyes wide and saw the tigress drink from the stream. He stared as if that was the first tigress he had ever seen. Her beautiful brown eyes, her thin long tongue scraping a part of the water from the stream, the way she gulped down slowly and how she was unbothered of any threat ahead. He kept looking at her, until then she felt his presence. She was ready to lunge back but he simply was hit by shock and ran away as if he saw a ghost. The monkeys were confused too that day, what could have made the tiger run for his life? He went and hid inside his cave and stayed there the entire day.
Each day he would go to the stream when the sun was over head and she would catch him lurking behind the trees. One day he went to the stream and she wasn’t there. Searching for her his eyes scanned through the waterside. A sudden thud from the bushes and there she was, right behind him. His heart was in his mouth and he did not know what to do so he ran like he never ran before unearthing small plants right from their roots. He went into his cave thinking he lost her and sat there in darkness. Suddenly the tigress enters the cave and sleeps at the entrance. He is scared but why he asked himself? He is way stronger than her, but her eyes… the night went by and both were in the same spot. Her occasional yawns would alert him but nothing happened. She went away for a hunt and he left moments after her. As skilled as he was it was just a matter of time that he caught his next prey. A full grown Sambar deer’s life was hanging in between the tiger’s jaws. Then the tigress arrived. The tiger dropped the deer and stepped aside. Too bad the deer was no more, and she started biting off his prey. He roared with anger but stood his ground, she didn’t pay heed. Finally he got the courage and started eating off the deer’s torso, still on high vigil. Two tigers feeding on the same animal at once was quite a rare sight indeed. They ate and sat next to each other with their bellies full, then went to the stream and got themselves rehydrated. After that she went to the other side of the stream. The cycle of meeting her at the river side would continue.
They started having playful fights like they were cubs. Two full grow adults behaving so immaturely, splashing water and holding each other down for brief moments. Even if a single day would pass where one of them wouldn’t come to the stream the day wasn’t complete and the nights even longer. They began hunting together and filling their bellies to the brim. Two days passed and the tiger never showed up at the stream. Worried sick she kept looking for him, unfortunately because of the rains he couldn’t be traced easily. She spent the night at his side of the river and took walks every hour. A loud moan she heard and ran quickly towards it. There he was under a rock. It appeared that his favorite throne of a rock fell because of the rain and he was crushed under it. Only half his side was visible. As he helplessly moaned he knew his bones were crushed and would no longer be able to live for long. She pushed away the rock with all her strength but yet it appeared like as if her tears were moving it. She licked his wounds and ran towards the puddle nearby. Filled her mouth with water and dropped it on his tongue till he was replenished. Later she caught a rabbit and brought it to his mouth, he could barely stand and his beautiful skin was now covered with red because of constant bleeding. He moaned and roared with pain, none of the animals were at peace. She hugged him by her paws trying to comfort him. He looked right into her eyes and he passed away as if it was an honor to die beside her…
One day as he marked his territory, there was this certain scent he picked up. A scent his sharp nose never picked up before. As he tried to follow the scent and he spotted firm marks of paws on the wet ground. They belonged to someone of his own kind he realized. Feeling aggressive he went back to his sweet spot on the rock on top of the hill. Licked his paws and flexed his muscles, all ready for a fight. He climbed down and walked towards the flowing stream of a river. As he walked with his head up high he smelt that scent again. The paw marks were there, and his adrenaline was pumping. As he quietly moved towards the stream and hid behind a tree he saw another tiger. He realized she was a female tiger or a tigress. He opened his eyes wide and saw the tigress drink from the stream. He stared as if that was the first tigress he had ever seen. Her beautiful brown eyes, her thin long tongue scraping a part of the water from the stream, the way she gulped down slowly and how she was unbothered of any threat ahead. He kept looking at her, until then she felt his presence. She was ready to lunge back but he simply was hit by shock and ran away as if he saw a ghost. The monkeys were confused too that day, what could have made the tiger run for his life? He went and hid inside his cave and stayed there the entire day.
Each day he would go to the stream when the sun was over head and she would catch him lurking behind the trees. One day he went to the stream and she wasn’t there. Searching for her his eyes scanned through the waterside. A sudden thud from the bushes and there she was, right behind him. His heart was in his mouth and he did not know what to do so he ran like he never ran before unearthing small plants right from their roots. He went into his cave thinking he lost her and sat there in darkness. Suddenly the tigress enters the cave and sleeps at the entrance. He is scared but why he asked himself? He is way stronger than her, but her eyes… the night went by and both were in the same spot. Her occasional yawns would alert him but nothing happened. She went away for a hunt and he left moments after her. As skilled as he was it was just a matter of time that he caught his next prey. A full grown Sambar deer’s life was hanging in between the tiger’s jaws. Then the tigress arrived. The tiger dropped the deer and stepped aside. Too bad the deer was no more, and she started biting off his prey. He roared with anger but stood his ground, she didn’t pay heed. Finally he got the courage and started eating off the deer’s torso, still on high vigil. Two tigers feeding on the same animal at once was quite a rare sight indeed. They ate and sat next to each other with their bellies full, then went to the stream and got themselves rehydrated. After that she went to the other side of the stream. The cycle of meeting her at the river side would continue.
They started having playful fights like they were cubs. Two full grow adults behaving so immaturely, splashing water and holding each other down for brief moments. Even if a single day would pass where one of them wouldn’t come to the stream the day wasn’t complete and the nights even longer. They began hunting together and filling their bellies to the brim. Two days passed and the tiger never showed up at the stream. Worried sick she kept looking for him, unfortunately because of the rains he couldn’t be traced easily. She spent the night at his side of the river and took walks every hour. A loud moan she heard and ran quickly towards it. There he was under a rock. It appeared that his favorite throne of a rock fell because of the rain and he was crushed under it. Only half his side was visible. As he helplessly moaned he knew his bones were crushed and would no longer be able to live for long. She pushed away the rock with all her strength but yet it appeared like as if her tears were moving it. She licked his wounds and ran towards the puddle nearby. Filled her mouth with water and dropped it on his tongue till he was replenished. Later she caught a rabbit and brought it to his mouth, he could barely stand and his beautiful skin was now covered with red because of constant bleeding. He moaned and roared with pain, none of the animals were at peace. She hugged him by her paws trying to comfort him. He looked right into her eyes and he passed away as if it was an honor to die beside her…
