Tiguars are real animals. They are a hybrid crossing between a male tiger and a female jaguar, and have only been found in zoos. The part of the name "tig" comes from tiger, and the "uar" comes from jaguar.

TIGUAR
"Here boy, here boy..." a gentle voice said, with a slightly encouraging tone. The voice meant no harm, the tiguar knew that. The gibberish came from an animal that had no fur except on its head, and walked on its hind legs. They were strange, yet if you knew them, they were kind. They wore furs over themselves, as if ashamed on how they looked like. Many of them were gaping at him with not pointy teeth. The tiguar had always wondered how they ate. He reared on his hind legs, batting at an invisible moth, trying to impress them. He went back onto all fours and circled around, before running and leaping onto a log. Some giggled excitedly, and the tiguar knew that he had succeeded.
Triumph filled the tiguar from ear tip to the tail. He sniffed curiously at the cage bars, hoping one of them would give him a snack. None did. The group backed away, something in their eyes that the tiguar could not understand. He cocked his head curiously. He suddenly felt bored, and yawned, deciding he would find a sunny spot in his cage to sleep in. A strange shriek came from the animals with no fur, as if the prospect of seeing his teeth was too scary for them. Surely they knew he wasn't going to eat them? The tiguar doubted they would be tasty anyway. Only one of the creatures stayed; it was the one who had spoken. It was wearing some kind of light brown and yellow fur that looked tough but easy still to rip through. Not that the tiguar would ever even think of doing that.
The creature offered him its finger, and the tiguar, who had been told time and time again that he could not bite it, licked it. He enjoyed the meaty taste it had to it, and the scents of his prey and other strange creatures. He sniffed it, hoping he could find the slightest bit of fish or any of the sort, but the hands were bare. The no-furred animal laughed happily, and the tiguar was glad he had gotten the animal happy, yet he was not sure how. "See! It's all right!" The no-furred creature called to the others like him. They stepped forward slowly, doubt flickering in there eyes, along with indecision and variability. The tiguar padded toward a high stone where most of the sunlight was. The trees blocked out the warmth was blocked out, and all of the tiguar's body protested.
Light danced around, while plants moved slightly in a soft breeze. Leaves stirred on the ground. He sank his claws into the stone, hauling his body up. Once he had made it to the top, he circled around to find a comfortable spot. He lay down, and saw some of the no-furred creatures gawking at them, some with annoyed expressions, because they couldn't see him move. Most of them walked away to view a different animal the tiguar could not see, while the others just held up a rectangle shaped thing that had one side that glowed, pressing their fingers on it. The tiguar fell asleep.
He awoke to a furious roar. Shaking his head to make his dreamy clouds of sleep disappear, he leaped off his rock, pacing anxiously around.
What could the sound be? The tiguar searched desperately for the highest point in his cage. There were trees, of course, but he only climbed them in indispensable times. Which there never really were here, but a few times there had been. He carefully lowered himself to the lowest branch, his big size allowing him to do so without really climbing. Carefully, he sank his claws into the bark, placing one paw after the other up. Some leaves brushed his face, and he climbed onto the next branch to take a break. Already the ground looked smaller than before. He could see his pond where he swam and drank, and the fruit up on trees. He could also the the Sunny Rocks where he lay down on, and he could see the caves. Yet, the tiguar still couldn't see the creature.
Sighing, he climbed higher and higher until he could see the next cage. A sweet scent wafted into his nose, and suddenly his belly rumbled. He reminded himself that soon the caretakers would come and bring him meat, but then his eyes caught a fruit. It was a pear. The tiguar didn't like to eat fruit all that much, but he was hungry, so he would do so. Gently, he placed his jaws on it and tore it off the tree. Some juice flooded into his mouth, while he could feel the squishy fruit wilt a bit in his teeth. He ate up the pear in one bite. The tiguar didn't like the watery and soft taste to it, and how it felt slippery on his tongue. It also seemed a bit sticky. He licked the rest up, and some of the hunger in his belly queased.
The tiguar craned his neck forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of the animal. A spotted, yellow creature was running around its enclosure, its slim body trying to break down the fence. The tiguar felt some sympathy for this creature. It should know that it was no use to escape. The no-furred creatures would not let them escape. And even if he could, the tiguar didn't see the advantage. He was well fed in the zoo, and didn't have a care in the world, other than to impress others. It never really got boring, since some of the no-furred animals kept changing his enclosure, or adding more. The tiguar felt curiousty build through him, still. The slim, spotted animal seemed distressed being in the cage. The spotted animal seemed to really want to go back to the wild.
The tiguar also felt a strange feeling of misunderstanding, and not only because he didn't know the spotted animals longing to be wild. He didn't know that animals existed that were different from him, other than birds, mice, and... he couldn't think of anything else, but still, it was the same. He turned tail and climbed down, feeling a strange emptiness in him. If only he knew a way to quench it.
"Get away from me, creature!" A fierce voice snarled.
White teeth gleamed from behind some metal bars, and amber eyes shone with fury. "Why did they take me here, creature? Why?" The animal growled angrily. "I was happy before!" The tiguar backed away, uncertain of what to say or do. He felt the fur on his spine prick, and wished that the zoo-keepers would come soon.
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Tiguars are real animals. They are a hybrid crossing between a male tiger and a female jaguar, and have only been found in zoos. The part of the name "tig" comes from tiger, and the "uar" comes from jaguar.

TIGUAR
"Here boy, here boy..." a gentle voice said, with a slightly encouraging tone. The voice meant no harm, the tiguar knew that. The gibberish came from an animal that had no fur except on its head, and walked on its hind legs. They were strange, yet if you knew them, they were kind. They wore furs over themselves, as if ashamed on how they looked like. Many of them were gaping at him with not pointy teeth. The tiguar had always wondered how they ate. He reared on his hind legs, batting at an invisible moth, trying to impress them. He went back onto all fours and circled around, before running and leaping onto a log. Some giggled excitedly, and the tiguar knew that he had succeeded.
Triumph filled the tiguar from ear tip to the tail. He sniffed curiously at the cage bars, hoping one of them would give him a snack. None did. The group backed away, something in their eyes that the tiguar could not understand. He cocked his head curiously. He suddenly felt bored, and yawned, deciding he would find a sunny spot in his cage to sleep in. A strange shriek came from the animals with no fur, as if the prospect of seeing his teeth was too scary for them. Surely they knew he wasn't going to eat them? The tiguar doubted they would be tasty anyway. Only one of the creatures stayed; it was the one who had spoken. It was wearing some kind of light brown and yellow fur that looked tough but easy still to rip through. Not that the tiguar would ever even think of doing that.
The creature offered him its finger, and the tiguar, who had been told time and time again that he could not bite it, licked it. He enjoyed the meaty taste it had to it, and the scents of his prey and other strange creatures. He sniffed it, hoping he could find the slightest bit of fish or any of the sort, but the hands were bare. The no-furred animal laughed happily, and the tiguar was glad he had gotten the animal happy, yet he was not sure how. "See! It's all right!" The no-furred creature called to the others like him. They stepped forward slowly, doubt flickering in there eyes, along with indecision and variability. The tiguar padded toward a high stone where most of the sunlight was. The trees blocked out the warmth was blocked out, and all of the tiguar's body protested.
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