Tyger wiggled down into the pile of overstuffed pillows, under the kaftan-styled drapes sweeping across the room. Pulling the hodgpodge of books closer, like a defensive wall, he yawned and peered out through the snug, humid tent. The royal family who kept him had left the palace in a rush, doors ajar, but the palace wasn't nearly as cozy as this room. This area, overstuffed with books from around the world, somehow comforted him more when he was missing her.
It normally was cool here, but the heat of the day somehow leeched in as the summer stretched on. This tightly packed room was normally reserved for reading, in truth it was quite a large space had you removed the massive amounts of books and scrolls lining every wall and carved table. Yet it was small in comparison to his grotto, a wonderful enclousure built around a natural occuring oasis. He still lay there many cool nights, staring at the moon against the sand.
As time passed, Tyger figured out the tent was no longer sealed against the air-creator, much like what was in the palace before, and the heavy scent of the books drew him here more often then not. He waited paitently for the others to return, but no one had came, and in the many moons, he only was accompined by the desert creatures who snuck in to see what could be useable for nests, burrows, or just to escape the mid-day heat.
Yawning again, he nudged his way out of the pile of books he had been lounging against. He padded over to the grotto, enjoying the water gliding against his fur, sinking deep into the water to escape the heat rolling across the sand. The pool was a deep blue with flowing water, and was filled with numerous types of fish, many exotic and colorful, who flitted along carelessly. The lizards and frogs always seemed to always be making more young, making a rich chrous in the cool night, and the rich fruit fell from the trees the garden near the oasis attracting a variety of small insects. When it was too warm Tyger lay in the shallower pools of water and watched the fish and dragonflies flit along the pools. There was not a time of Tyger went hungry, but he craved the rich, spiced food he used to enjoy with the others.

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Lovingly Adopted from pickle^^

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