Scar's Pride
By Hatari the Hyena
edited by graywolf95
Summery: Before Simba, a lone cub is found by the most un-liked lion. That lion is Scar. Will this cub take away Scar's hatred for his brother, or will Scar teach the young cub the dark side? Rated T for crude humor, flirting, darkness, and blood.
Chapter 1
"Scar" a voice boomed. A lean muscled lion turned with something bulging from his muzzle.
"mmhmm?" Scar mumbled.
The voice was Mufasa's, the Pride Rock king. After Ahadi, Mufasa took his place in the circle of life, leaving behind his younger brother heir. "Drop him" his voice commanded.
An orange bill escaped the mouth.
"Impeccable timing, Your Majesty."
Scar dropped him on the rock floor of his den.
"ehh!" The bird, whose name was Zazu looked at his feathers soaked with saliva.
"Why, isn't it my king, my big brother? Descending from his height to mingle with commoners?" the lean lion sarcastically told him.
"Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba." Mufasa told him.
"Oh, that was today? Oh, I feel simply awful." While saying this, Scar scraped his claws across the rocks, "Must've slipped my mind..." he innocently stated.
Zazu butted in, "Well...slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother, you should've been first in line!"
At this, Scar opened and snapped his jaws together. "Well, I was first in line...until the little hairball was born."
Mufasa looked into Scar's eyes. "That hairball is my son, and your future king." he replied sternly.
"Oh I shall practice my curtsy," replied Scar, trying to be annoying.
"Don't turn your back on me, Scar!" Mufasa commanded.
"oh, no Mufasa, perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me."
"Is that a challenge?" Mufasa roared.
"Temper temper, I wouldn't dream of challenging you." Scar said. "Pity the hornbill."
"Why not?"
Scar looked down at the bird with a smile. "While as lion brains go, I got the lion's share," he frowned as he looked up, "but when it comes to brute strength..." he sighed, "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool..."
He romped off without another word.
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"Hey, Dad!" a young voice called.
Scar's face brightened. "Yes, Barkara?"
"can you show me around Pride Rock?" Barkara asked.
The lion father rolled his eyes in happiness, "I guess Zira won't let you explore?"
"Yeah, Dad, she doesn't. She just grooms me every day." Barkara pouted.
"Well...come along then. I'm going to a special place." Scar looked at Barkara as he bounded out.
When he first laid eyes on him, he was nothing but a heap of bruised muscle, broken bones, and bloody mess. He was picked up by Scar and ran to Raffiki. The young cub was saved. He was as old as baby Simba when he was healed. Scar had then taken the healed cub back to his mate, Zira.
Zira could not conceive cubs until her wound was healed. She had been bitten in several places. Zira was woeful at the sight of this, but when Scar brought him in their den, she licked him and Scar whispered to his mate, "What ever shall we call him?"
Zira was puzzled. Her face beamed with pride and happiness. "Barkara." she said at last.
They watched with a great smile as he grew.
"Hey, Dad?" Barkara looked at his father, knocking him back into reality. "I and Mom saw Simba!"
Scar was astonished. "So that's why Mufasa was angry!"
After a while they came across the boarder of the pride lands and out lands. Taking Barkara by the scruff of the neck, Scar advanced over the log.
"D-d-dad...wh-where a-are we? Barkara shuttered as his father set him down.
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