Shade, Sweet water, and plentiful bounty of food to you, oh Son of Tigers . . .
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The moon spread its silver-azure beams over the creamy sand, which looked as though liquid silver had been lovingly poured o'er it, and had the appearance of still-trickling. It being early summer, the miniscule moon crabs scuttled to the sea's ancestral embrace, following urges not even their eldest of elders could explain or even grasp, their claws reaching like a toddler's fingers for a forbidden toy or trinket.
Witness to this scene was a pair of blue orbs, floating in the air it seemed, the silken fur on his body flowing its color into the pearled sand, the night itself crossing his form. He was a proud descendant of a prouder line, revered by those in the east for not only their verdant stars in the night, but for their strength.
He was a tiger, the earthly half of the yin and the yang . . . his ancestor's fangs bared to the dragon . . . he was the color of the moon, the very black of night crossing up and down him . . . He was Lazer.
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