Bagheera (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Bagheera (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A tiger’s tale.
Warnings: AU, OCs, slash.
Notes: A little POV from a member of Raz’s menagerie
"Now, show Boo how to play nice with Kitty!" Raziel urged.
Abby waddled over to the massive white tiger and delicately stroked his soft fur. Elias, concentrating hard, mimicked her motions with great solemnity.
Bagheera yawned a great tiger yawn, with a gaping mouth that could have engulfed and crushed the tiny skulls, had they been human offspring. He received delighted giggles for this act, so as an encore, he very gently nosed the new chick. The boy fell on his butt with more gales of happy laughter.
Bagheera was of a noble house. He had spent many honorable centuries in service to Lord Shiva, as a faithful member of his hunting party. He and his brothers had downed many a demon, with never a casualty to themselves, and never harm to a huntsman – one of wasn’t looking for harm, that is. He had met the Bird Queen of late. She was a forward little thing, but she knew exactly where to scratch behind his great ears.
Some time later, he was honorably retired from service, and sent to live with the little Bird Queen and her huntsman husband. It was a strange place in the north, full of new sights and smells. His companions were now wolf brothers. They were funny, shaggy things, like all canines, but had a history of faithful service to their huntsman, and so were worthy friends. When they grew to be too much for him, there were many great old trees that he could retreat to which would bear his weight. For though Bagheera was a tiger, he had not forgot his cat ways.
The Bird Queen had Named him, as she was a forward little thing. He had the wolves go to look up the Name, to be sure it suited. It was a panther name, but panthers were brothers of great merit. And the first Bagheera was wise, stealthy, and faithful to his huntsman, so the tiger decided that the Name suited him, and that the Bird Queen had Naming power.
The chicks arrived in the third season following his Naming. At first, like all hatchlings, they were not of much interest. But then their wing feathers came in, and suddenly, it was quite marvelous fun. He could spend hours chasing and batting at the little things, but they always managed to just elude his great paws.
And it happened too that the boy, Lord Shiva’s own calf, had a chick as well. Bagheera did not fully understand such things, only that the boy smelled of elephant, and spices, like his homeland, but flew swiftly, as a bird. And the boy knew some of the sweet, slow language of the elephants, though only a child. Bagheera had lived among the noble elephants for many a century, so he sometimes would converse with the elephant chick, and they would talk of many things, of earth, sea and sky.
And sometimes the chicks even rode upon his broad back, though this annoyed the Bird Queen, but no one rode the great white tiger when he did not wish it.
And it came to Bagheera, for he had many friends, that there were birds very far away, and that there were things afoot from these beings, some of them quite terrible. And so he told his little friend, the elephant bird, that he might warn him. And they talked about what might be, and things to come.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A tiger’s tale.
Warnings: AU, OCs, slash.
Notes: A little POV from a member of Raz’s menagerie
"Now, show Boo how to play nice with Kitty!" Raziel urged.
Abby waddled over to the massive white tiger and delicately stroked his soft fur. Elias, concentrating hard, mimicked her motions with great solemnity.
Bagheera yawned a great tiger yawn, with a gaping mouth that could have engulfed and crushed the tiny skulls, had they been human offspring. He received delighted giggles for this act, so as an encore, he very gently nosed the new chick. The boy fell on his butt with more gales of happy laughter.
Bagheera was of a noble house. He had spent many honorable centuries in service to Lord Shiva, as a faithful member of his hunting party. He and his brothers had downed many a demon, with never a casualty to themselves, and never harm to a huntsman – one of wasn’t looking for harm, that is. He had met the Bird Queen of late. She was a forward little thing, but she knew exactly where to scratch behind his great ears.
Some time later, he was honorably retired from service, and sent to live with the little Bird Queen and her huntsman husband. It was a strange place in the north, full of new sights and smells. His companions were now wolf brothers. They were funny, shaggy things, like all canines, but had a history of faithful service to their huntsman, and so were worthy friends. When they grew to be too much for him, there were many great old trees that he could retreat to which would bear his weight. For though Bagheera was a tiger, he had not forgot his cat ways.
The Bird Queen had Named him, as she was a forward little thing. He had the wolves go to look up the Name, to be sure it suited. It was a panther name, but panthers were brothers of great merit. And the first Bagheera was wise, stealthy, and faithful to his huntsman, so the tiger decided that the Name suited him, and that the Bird Queen had Naming power.
The chicks arrived in the third season following his Naming. At first, like all hatchlings, they were not of much interest. But then their wing feathers came in, and suddenly, it was quite marvelous fun. He could spend hours chasing and batting at the little things, but they always managed to just elude his great paws.
And it happened too that the boy, Lord Shiva’s own calf, had a chick as well. Bagheera did not fully understand such things, only that the boy smelled of elephant, and spices, like his homeland, but flew swiftly, as a bird. And the boy knew some of the sweet, slow language of the elephants, though only a child. Bagheera had lived among the noble elephants for many a century, so he sometimes would converse with the elephant chick, and they would talk of many things, of earth, sea and sky.
And sometimes the chicks even rode upon his broad back, though this annoyed the Bird Queen, but no one rode the great white tiger when he did not wish it.
And it came to Bagheera, for he had many friends, that there were birds very far away, and that there were things afoot from these beings, some of them quite terrible. And so he told his little friend, the elephant bird, that he might warn him. And they talked about what might be, and things to come.
