#tiger tw

SHE CAROL BASKIN'D HIM IM CRYING

a tiger I just drew (with a reference). it was to prove to my brother I could draw well.

     Not when guns are pointed at him, nor when a knife is pulled to his throat. A LABYRINTH & A HUNGRY TIGER. Absolute terror is visible upon Morse’s features when he stands face to face with the lethal predator— and yet he remains frozen, firm on his feet in front of Julia Mortmaigne and her baby boy to shield them the best he can. There’s nothing to protect them but himself, and that is exactly what he intends to use. “When it jumps, you run,” he exclaims in a trembling voice, anticipating that the beast will devour him –  but it won’t matter, because the mother and child will be saved. Brave because of his fear, Morse believes his clock will cease to tick any second. The tiger’s muscle tense and it leans on its hind paws, ready to leap towards the detective constable and tear at his flesh. Morse closes his eyes, muttering a final prayer even though he doesn’t have much faith left these days. When the gunshot rings and the beast drops dead on the yellow grass, a relieved whimper flees from between his lips. Weeks later, his nightmares are still haunted by an ominous growling.