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Art by  yuumei

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Tiger color and style experiment

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The feline remains stationary; laying across the rocky surface previously warmed from the sun. A flick of an ear the only other movement from Scar as a sideways glance of the eye watches the larger cat step closer towards him. Their bulk bothered him naught; having a larger brother aided in dulling such worries that seem non-existent now. 

“Aw, I wouldn’t think mere bathing would bother one as mighty as you.” Scar’s tone betrays no emotion to the other as a head tips up to cast a gaze towards the other now. Looking them fully and not from the corners of one’s gaze while they speak of the Pride Lands. “A beauty belonging to only one big cat here.” added after a moment of silence that stretched between them. 

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   “Of course, of course.” He playfully let the last words roll off his tongue in a purr, completely aware of the obvious, and he cared little for ruling. “The Pridelands have always belonged to one, and it will remain that way.” He moved his large form, heavy paw in front of the other as he neared the edge where the other lay. The great cat waited a moment before he was also feeling the need to sit down, and lay back on his rear haunches, taking in the brilliant landscape with his golden eye; The one not damaged. “But the King is in another league of his own, separate from these lands. Many troubles could easily come your way. What would you do?” He turned his massive head after a short moment, to look directly at the dark-maned lion. That playfulness was still lingering, but now laced with a hint of something else in his tone.

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[Shere Khan / Bagheera]

have watch the jungle book 2016 twice now and want to draw something between my most two favourite big cats ꒰⌯͒•ɷ•⌯͒꒱

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John Favreau’s The Jungle Book- Shere Khan, the Bengal Tiger

The Jungle Book was released in 2016 by Walt Disney Pictures, the noted creators of the classic 1967 animated feature film. Part live-action, part-CGI, the film was hailed as a benchmark for computer-generated realism in animation in regards to both rendering and motion-capture with the various animals and their associated actors. The tale follows Mowgli, an orphaned boy living in a jungle with several animal guardians. He must avoid the tiger Shere Khan and seek to find his place in a world where many feel he does not belong.

Shere Khan, voiced by Idris Elba, is a scarred Bengal tiger, the largest of the jungle cats. He is a feared predator, although his many wounds come from his interqactions with humans. Thusly, he rules much of the jungle through fear, but himself fears and hates humans. He is hell-bent on killing Mowgli, as he establishes no human may live in the jungle. 

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548: Shere Khan

“Now you have nothing. No claws. No fur. No teeth. And no friends”

Something a bit different from the usual daily drawings. Netflix put up The Jungle Book and I liked this line but wanted to do my own drawing for it. Dunno. I liked the idea that the tiger could end this kid with one swat but he is wary of the terrible fire in his hand. A few choice words might get him to drop it so he can strike. 

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[Continued]

╟ 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝ. ┈ A long, pink tongue stalls in it’s path across thick reddened fur along a thigh. Green eyes flit north until they spot the other Scar had been aware of their presence for a few long moments now. Watching as the striped feline dares to step into his territory. He picks his head up and tosses gaze elsewhere while giving a slow, uninterested lick across his maw.

❝What does it look like?❞ tone even when questioning the other and flicks his tail with a little agitated sway.

    "Well, it does look like I’ve come upon something I shouldn’t have. Oops.” He smirked, as well as his kind could, but the feeling was felt through his words. The hefty tiger was the epitome of muscle, arrogance, and a self-sustaining ego. He knew he was the real king of the lands, even if he cared not to address it ever, for his sights were always on something other than fame. Shere Khan only cared about the excitement of seeing other’s in fear, of showing them who was the real threat of power to their ways. Sometimes this meant leaving the beautiful comforts of his forested home, in order to flaunt his strength. Now with this new King, he was curious of this one’s goals, and a long lick of his lips was seen as he sauntered closer. “The Pride Lands... hm... Always a wonderful place to visit, and each new King that comes along to claim it’s beauty.” | @aggregaticn |

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[Continued]

╟ 𝕄𝕌𝔽𝔸𝕊𝔸. ┈ The mane surrounding the King’s head hung low; matted with dried dirt and blood that hasn’t been cleaned for days. How many? Mufasa lost count after the sixth rising sun. All he clung to was getting out of here and finding his son. Finding his son and food.

The simple thought left a mouth dry; making the large feline lick across lips and shifting a back foot stretched out beside him. Instantly does he regret moving it when pain bursts hot across his limp and low inside his belly. He bites back a low groan while turning his head just enough to look back at his leg to where he can see the tattered flesh. A gruesome sight the old cat’s been faithfully tending to to keep infection low as best he could despite dwindling health.

He’d been thinking about giving it another cleaning before the sound of approaching steps draws gaze towards the noise. Eyes catching sight of the orange and black fur as bulky form approaches. Upper lip peals back off teeth now lain bare in a snarl at the tiger that was the cause of this all. ❝You do not look any better.❞ deep voice growls out. ❝How’s your shoulder?❞

Shere Khan had his fair share of battle himself, dealing with the likes of aggressive hyena wasn’t as fun, even for one of his bulk and power. There was a nasty bite to said shoulder, and a very light limp to his walk as he moved to circle around the mighty King. It was all nothing, compared to what he’s grown used to; Violence being in his very nature. It was something he saw in the other, this violence, but who was actively trying to suppress it for something as sickening as being ‘good’, which made the tiger want to vomit for how sweet that sentiment was.    “I do wonder where you were running off to, and in such a hurry? Have a special meet-up with your females, that you’re needing to attend? Or eager to join them in on some hunt?” He had happened upon the King in a bad state, hyena everywhere, and all of them had turned their sights on himself as well. Such unruly cretins. He huffed at the memory of their idiotically grinning faces, and how annoying they were to finally scare off. He had wanted this lion to himself, and now that he has him, it was about finding whatever he wanted to know. “Or is there something more?” His nostrils took a whiff of the air, keen senses trying to pick up on anything else other than their own scents, and the lingering ones of the hyena. | @aggregaticn |

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Benedict doing motion capture 2012(The Hobbit) VS 2015(Mowgli) in the same clothes..

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JUSTIN SWEET Shere Khan Digital

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performance capture as Shere Kahn

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╟ 𝕊𝕀𝕄𝔹𝔸. ┈ Tiny form trembles before the other; crouched low to the ground as if the cub could easily slip right beneath it. Ears were lain flat upon Simba’s head as he buries his face between front limbs curled around his head. ❝I-I don’t know. I don’t know where it is!❞ voice quivers with the effort it took to even get his voice to work and answer the larger being before him. He looked like a lion, but…this was no lion.

He watched the small one seem to shrink further into himself out of sheer panic and fear. It was always a thrill to see such on the sights of everything he deemed beneath him, but tonight was a little different for what he was looking for besides this rush of excitement. He had a purpose for this encounter, and the scent was oozing off the small one. “Oh, you don’t know? Come now... You’ve not seen a soft-looking creature that walks on two legs, a mancub? Are you lying to the great Shere Khan, cub? I don’t take well to little liars.” He growled. | @aggregaticn |

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Commission of Shere Khan and Akela from Jungle Book, now with fancy detail shots~

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aka Lungri

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    “Heh... Oh... I am trembling!” The laugh that came from his throat was like that of low thunder, and his hulking form moved deathly silent around the small canine. He could see right through his weaseling words, but where was the fun in showing that off? That he was far too clever, even for the likes of a fox, and the tiger was thrilled to find an interesting one so near.      “Do you know how dangerous it is out here in the       forest, and at night? Awfully too dangerous for a       single fox to be off all by himself...       What clever sorts of family would allow for one of       their own to go off alone?” | @sliicknick |

He wasn’t usually out this late, there wasn’t really a need to be for him. Small meals were easier caught in the day, and night was the time to sleep said meals off. Of course, when you had left a den to prowl on your own, you took on certain risks. Like a pack of wolves invading your territory. and forcing you to wander around on a foggy night in search of somewhere to sleep without being eaten. At this point, he wasn’t so much scared as frustrated. Until he turned and spotted—–

Scared. Yep. Definitely scared.

     “Yea, was just making my way back there,       actually. To my family. Big family. Lots of       foxes, nearby.”

He rambled on, slowly turning to face the one who had stopped him in his tracks. Not an ordinary predator, no, it couldn’t be that easy. This was a hulking beast of a tiger, one that made him look like no more than a little rabbit. He knew that his bluff was laughable—hell, even if it was true it wouldn’t have mattered to this one. Which meant he had to play his cards carefully, or he was going to wind up as nothing more than a pile of bones.

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Large bushes being brushed along, as if the wind was knocking them about, but in an area that was usually so devoid of too much fresh air. Stuffy, thick fog was all around, and weaving through the trees, so much of it was around that it was hard to really see past your own nose. Once it all had cleared enough, and the various forms of life had ceased with their sounds of the night, something could be known that it was wrong. Wrong for the fact that such noises should not have stopped, unless...     “Hmm...” A chuff of breath, and the sound coming from behind.      “You’re quite a ways from home, little fox.” | @sliicknick |