Scarred

Chapter One

Realisation

"A tutor who tooted the flute, tried to tutor two tooters to toot." The young lioness using a mock RP accent paused. "Said the two to the tutor, is it harder to toot, or to tutor two tooters to toot?"

The young lioness smiled, and looked up to the sleek, brown lion lay on a rock above her. He stared back at her with his bedazzling green eyes, and scowled.

"Why do you bother with all that?"

"With what?" She replied impatiently, in her usual accent.

"All those stupid rhymes and words." Lazily stated Scar. The beautiful cream lioness, glared back at Scar, and with as much calmness as she could muster said;

"Because, unlike some of us, I wasn't born into nobility! Mufasa will be choosing a mate soon enough, and with a bit of luck, it'll be me."

Scar looked over his friend, and felt the familiar pang of jealousy that erupted inside of him whenever his older brother was mentioned. Everybody wanted him, he was the chosen one, he was the heir, and now their father was ill, perhaps soon he would be King. Scar shuddered at the thought of this, he felt a wave of violence come over him, and wanted to lash out at the gorgeous lioness in front of him, however something stopped him.

"He'll never choose you Jullia." Scar spat. "He only has eyes for your precious sister."

"That slut Sarabi hasn't got a chance of becoming Queen, she isn't articulate, and he pronunciation and knowledge of traditions are pathetic." growled Jullia, as if something had awoken in her.

"Temper, temper." Laughed Scar. "I think she'd make an excellent Queen."

"You would." muttered Jullia. Scar leapt from his lowered position, and roared with ferocity at the lioness.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Forget I said it." Jullia murmured. Scar's eyes widened with anger, but eventually flickered back to normal. His stroked his large paw through his mane quizzically. "Its just everyone always chooses her." Continued Jullia. "Well not anymore, I'll show her, when I'm Queen she will bow down to me. Everyone will." Jullia stated, lost in her own world; eyes glazed over.

"Oh how nice." mocked Scar. He grinned at her evident embarrassment. He bounded off the ledge they were stood on, and walked over to a pile of bones; poking his nose through it looking for any remaining meat. Jullia looked at the Prince, and at his surroundings, it was hardly regal. There were elephant bones and carcases everywhere, and along with a constant filter of mist, the place had a smell that was unique to say the least. Jullia looked bemused.

"Why on earth do you hang around here Scar?"

Scar looked at her, he thought over her point for a nanosecond.

"I like it."

"But why? You could live at Priderock, sleep right in the inner circle." she said with a glow of wanting. "Why would you rather be here?"

"My father has made it perfectly clear that I am not wanted at Priderock."

"Just because Mufasa will be King doesn't mean you're not wanted!" pleaded Jullia. "Just come back with me tonight?"

"I know the way back." he snarled. "I don't need you to hold my paw."

"Sorry." she said. "It's just, if you come back with me, maybe you could speak to Mufasa, tell him about me? Put in the good word so to speak?"

"Don't make me laugh." cried Scar with joy. "Mufasa won't listen to me, and even if he did; why would I lie to him? Sarabi is the better choice, much less angry."

"You can't scare me away Scar." she replied calmly. "I see beneath all your harshness, I know you're a big softy at heart."

Scar smiled at her. She stared right back at him, refusing to be intimidated.

"You are a damn fool Jullia. You're delusional mind is reaching for the stars when you should stick to the ground, much safer."

Jullia looked hurt at last, and Scar began to calm down, now things were back in place.

"You know what Scar, I never believed what people said about you; but now I do. You're nothing but a coward and a bully."

"Get out."

"Don't like the truth do you?"

"Listen to me you stupid bitch; leave. Me. Alone." snarled the Prince before growling from the bottom of his gut. Jullia glared at him before turning on her heels and storming out of the elephant graveyard, Scar's eyes constantly focused on her slowly departing form.