Cat: This is just a random drabble that appeared in my head. It takes place during the elephant graveyard scene and was basically just a personal experiment with adjectives.

Nala's head lashed back and forth as her back struck the dusty ground. "Simba?!" She cried out, her terror ringing through the air. Edd approached her, tongue lolling, eyes vacant. Through his excited grin Nala could see rows of large and lopsided teeth. The reek of him invaded her sensitive nose and refused to vacate it. Having tried and failed to fight the hyenas, Nala moved to glance one last time for her best friend, but her eyes were drawn almost instantly, inexorably, back to the large, muddy-dark teeth.

Her hind legs scrabbled at the dirt, rocks and pebbles scattering under her claws. Nala's back arched around something hard and curved—an elephant rib bone, though she did not know or care. All she knew was that the teeth were getting closer. She could see now that the dark coloring came from an old tint of rust, of blood. The animal's gaping jaws revealed only shadows and darkness. Even Edd's tongue was grayish.

The lioness longed for brightness. She wished for the hot yellow sun and her mother's warm golden fur. She even would have settled for Simba's searing orange color, his glowing gold eyes. However, the encroaching beast offered only the promise of darkness. Every instinct of the huntress fled and blind fear took over completely.

Her thoughts and mind blazed with icy whiteness.

A flash of red rushed through her vision and suddenly the graveyard was flooded with light.

It all seemed to center on only one lion, his grandness and power banishing the shadows. The sheer force of his anger rolled off of him and onto the hyenas, igniting wise fear. It was that rage that had saved her, and that rage then sent the animal racing, hunting down each and every one of the hyenas.

"If you ever come near my son again…" The Rage threatened. The hyenas cowered and babbled, but Nala wasn't paying any attention to them. They didn't matter anymore. Nothing could stand against such raw power, such brute force. Pure muscle and claws.

Nala gazed up at The Rage with unbroken concentration. She watched her grand protector, and couldn't help but feel fear. Not the cold blur of grey that the hyenas inspired, but everything she loved magnified to terrifying proportions. Nothing could stand before the red hot anger, the luminous orange grace, the beautiful strength of the creature before her.

Without blinking, Nala willed that the animal's attention would not shift to her. She prayed that The Rage would never, ever, focus on her.

The lioness knelt there, staring up at him in both terror and devotion—her leader, her king.

Cat: R and R please! I'd really like to know what y'all thought of the descriptions!