King. What did that word mean, anyway? What did it stand for? Why was it a matter of life and death for those lions? Stupid lions….
This is what Banzai found himself pondering whenever the word "Scar" came to mind, or up in conversation. He just couldn't understand what difference a word made between all these lions and the male that led the pride. Of course, every group of animals had a leader, but king… the word wasn't one hyenas were very open with. Being a matriarchal society, what difference did it make?
One thing was that the King could do just about anything. Which, in Banzai's opinion, had its ups and downs. Of course, you could order those lower-ranking then you around, but then there was a chance of revolt. You could physically force your subject to love you, but, yet again, they might revolt. Mostly anything the King did had to be in balance, which was one critical skill that Banzai knew Scar lacked heavily.
Another was the whole "adore me, hate me" thing. That's what Scar was all about, love and hate. Of course, the King had his infatuations, but in a split second, he could be roaring at the same lioness to "get out of his sight before he ripped her entrails out".
As Banzai considered these, he wondered himself what being a King was like. Of course it must be nice, having subjects that usually loved and respected you. …Not in Scar's case, though. He subjects morally feared him, which worked just as well. But then again, there was that balance that King and subject lacked, in Scar's case. Too much fear might cause a revolt as well; what a surprise.
Now that Banzai had pondered this once more, he shrugged. Being on top was too much of a juggling act to his liking. You had to keep your people happy, fed, and respected, or else earn yourself a revolt, a.k.a- an already dug grave. You couldn't be too bossy, demand too much, or be too strict, or your people might revolt.
"And I thought Shenzi was bad…." He mumbled as he lay in the late afternoon sun, his mind whirling busily on nothing in particular.