| Subject: .-.panthera tigris altaica.-. |
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Garudo
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Date Posted: 20:22:59 11/17/03 Mon
I consider the tiger is a being, a created being. If you kill all
tigers still the tiger-soul continues... But the point is I don't
want the tiger superseded. Oh, may each she-tigress have 77
whelps. And may they all grow in strength and shine in stripes
like day and night, and may each one eat at least 70 miserable
featherless human birds, and lick red chops of gusto after it.
Seven hundred pounds of pure Siberian flesh, bone, and muscle prowled the timber line, twelve feet long he was the largest of the large, a massive hunter of the night. Immortal within eternity the mortal creature placed a roving paw upon the cat infected soil, the scent of two other males entering his nostrils, so this area was already claimed. No matter, the orion knew there were many territories to this vast land, he could see the limitless plains through nocturnal eyes of light. Kicking his pace to an easy lope the bull padded forth, the earth about each paw shaking with every powerful step. Conscious of every movement around him the elusive beast made his full entry into Serenity's feline quadrant, yet another contender to deal with.
When Orpheus strikes the trembling lyre,
The streams stand still, the stones admire;
The list'ning savages advance,
The wolf and lamb around him trip,
The bears in awkward measures leap,
And tigers mingle in the dance...
He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.
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