Disclaimer: These wonderful characters are not mine, but it doesn't mean I
can't play with them a little... *grins*
On the Outside
He would probably never grow accustomed to waking up in a pride of lions. There was always a moment where his heart seized up in his chest as he opened his eyes to a new day, staring down the muzzle of a snoozing predator. He would sit up abruptly, eyes large, and then realize exactly where he was and who he was with. It only lasted a moment, but it never ceased to fail.
Timon rubbed the sleep from his eyes and slid off the belly of the still sleeping warthog, landing softly on his feet an inch from Simba's face. Carefully and quietly, he tiptoed around the sprawled bodies of the lionesses to the rays of sunlight poking in through the entrance. It was a beautiful day—a perfect day to travel back to the jungle where his colony resides and to see his ma again. He couldn't wait.
Timon carefully climbed down the rocks of the place he had called home for a few months now, intent on heading to the waterhole to rid his mouth of the night's sleep. He pushed through the grass and approached the glistening water, leaning down to cup a paw-full and sipping at it. After his fill, Timon sat back, watching as the water's surface stilled. He could see the beautiful blue and white sky in its image, but frowned when he noticed the dark cloud rolling in. Turning his head over his shoulder, he gazed up at the menacing weather, realizing sadly, that it might not be such a great idea to travel after all.
"Great," he sighed to himself, glowering.
That's when he heard it. His ear twitched as he caught the faint sound of something moving through the weeds. He ducked in surprise, gazing at the tall blades of grass next to him in expectation—just waiting for whatever it was to come barreling through at him. But after a moment of waiting, there was nothing, yet the noise continued.
Furrowing his brow curiously, Timon crept through the blades in search of the source. He finally broke through to a clearing and nearly tripped over himself in surprise at what he found there. It was a hyena, but not just any hyena... He gasped, and the dark creature lifted her head, gazing at him with black eyes. Timon was about to turn and run when he realized what was wrong with her. He gazed at her, his face creased with sympathy, and took a small step toward her, but stopped when she stood up.
"Don't even think about it, Stooge," she hissed. She grimaced in pain when the thorn in her lip was jarred and lowered her head a little.
"Shenzi..." Timon whispered, still shocked at seeing her. She looked thinner, almost sickly, and her face didn't hold the usual venom. She looked different somehow... He took another step toward her, his eyes narrowing onto the painful-looking thorn piercing through her bottom lip.
"I said, don't even think about it!" she growled.
"I can get it out..." Timon said carefully.
Shenzi's face softened, surprised by his show of concern. She gazed at him for a moment, before her eyes narrowed again and she lowered her head toward him menacingly. "Don't pull the good-guy thing on me. If you take another step, Stooge, I will make you regret it."
Timon gulped, but instead of running, he stood where he was. He knew he should run... this was Shenzi, his enemy... yet he felt compelled to help her.
He pushed his luck...
And took another step.
Her eyes widened at seeing that her threat wasn't taken seriously. She veered back and lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. Timon grunted when the air was knocked out of him, but didn't hesitate to grab the thorn as she lowered her head to snap at him. She howled in pain when it was lodged out of her lip and she yanked her head back in alarm. Her wide, stunned eyes stared down at him, unsure of what to do.
Timon just looked back, eyes large as well, terrified and equally curious to see what she would do.
For a long moment, they remained silent.
On the Outside
He would probably never grow accustomed to waking up in a pride of lions. There was always a moment where his heart seized up in his chest as he opened his eyes to a new day, staring down the muzzle of a snoozing predator. He would sit up abruptly, eyes large, and then realize exactly where he was and who he was with. It only lasted a moment, but it never ceased to fail.
Timon rubbed the sleep from his eyes and slid off the belly of the still sleeping warthog, landing softly on his feet an inch from Simba's face. Carefully and quietly, he tiptoed around the sprawled bodies of the lionesses to the rays of sunlight poking in through the entrance. It was a beautiful day—a perfect day to travel back to the jungle where his colony resides and to see his ma again. He couldn't wait.
Timon carefully climbed down the rocks of the place he had called home for a few months now, intent on heading to the waterhole to rid his mouth of the night's sleep. He pushed through the grass and approached the glistening water, leaning down to cup a paw-full and sipping at it. After his fill, Timon sat back, watching as the water's surface stilled. He could see the beautiful blue and white sky in its image, but frowned when he noticed the dark cloud rolling in. Turning his head over his shoulder, he gazed up at the menacing weather, realizing sadly, that it might not be such a great idea to travel after all.
"Great," he sighed to himself, glowering.
That's when he heard it. His ear twitched as he caught the faint sound of something moving through the weeds. He ducked in surprise, gazing at the tall blades of grass next to him in expectation—just waiting for whatever it was to come barreling through at him. But after a moment of waiting, there was nothing, yet the noise continued.
Furrowing his brow curiously, Timon crept through the blades in search of the source. He finally broke through to a clearing and nearly tripped over himself in surprise at what he found there. It was a hyena, but not just any hyena... He gasped, and the dark creature lifted her head, gazing at him with black eyes. Timon was about to turn and run when he realized what was wrong with her. He gazed at her, his face creased with sympathy, and took a small step toward her, but stopped when she stood up.
"Don't even think about it, Stooge," she hissed. She grimaced in pain when the thorn in her lip was jarred and lowered her head a little.
"Shenzi..." Timon whispered, still shocked at seeing her. She looked thinner, almost sickly, and her face didn't hold the usual venom. She looked different somehow... He took another step toward her, his eyes narrowing onto the painful-looking thorn piercing through her bottom lip.
"I said, don't even think about it!" she growled.
"I can get it out..." Timon said carefully.
Shenzi's face softened, surprised by his show of concern. She gazed at him for a moment, before her eyes narrowed again and she lowered her head toward him menacingly. "Don't pull the good-guy thing on me. If you take another step, Stooge, I will make you regret it."
Timon gulped, but instead of running, he stood where he was. He knew he should run... this was Shenzi, his enemy... yet he felt compelled to help her.
He pushed his luck...
And took another step.
Her eyes widened at seeing that her threat wasn't taken seriously. She veered back and lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. Timon grunted when the air was knocked out of him, but didn't hesitate to grab the thorn as she lowered her head to snap at him. She howled in pain when it was lodged out of her lip and she yanked her head back in alarm. Her wide, stunned eyes stared down at him, unsure of what to do.
Timon just looked back, eyes large as well, terrified and equally curious to see what she would do.
For a long moment, they remained silent.