Yes, my OC looks a lot like a girl Kovu, but I made her before I even knew there was a lion king 2… You can also see a derpy pic I drew of her on dievientart by the name of 'gisella89' and it's called 'Farai (the lion queen)'
FACT: Scar's real name is Taka!
This wasn't even origanlly made for the public but I decided I might as well... Enjoy!
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I woke up in a daze. "Dad! Daad! Come on, Dad, we gotta go. Wake up!" Simba called "Simba, It's like 4:00 in the morning" I whispered "I know!" He muttered back. I shook my head.
"Oomph!" A sleepy lioness near me yawned when Simba bumped into her "Sorry! ...Oop." He whispered.
Simba got to Mufasa and started shaking him awake.
"Dad? Daad. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad-"
The little furball.
I tried to go back to sleep.
Eventually the King woke up and the two walked out to pride rock to see the sunrise.
I closed my eyes.
The morning was bright and sunny and after Mufasa and Simba's voices were gone I skipped out onto the tip of pride rock.
I could see them walking through the grasses in the distance so I decided to follow. I ran over to them on stealth mode, staying far enough not to get caught.
I stayed low to the ground, and watched as Zazu the hornbill popped up from behind a rock. "Good morning, Sire!" He addressed the king of lions "Good morning, Zazu." Mufasa said humorously, stopping his conversation with his small son.
"Checking in with the morning report." "Fire away." Mufasa smiled.
Zazu began his daily morning report song. I made sure no one could see me hiding in the grasses.
"Chimps are going ape, Giraffes remain above it all!"
He made a flamboyant gesture.
"Elephants remember... though just what I can't recall... Crocodiles are snapping up fresh offers from the banks,"
Simba looked over at a gopher who had just popped his head out of the ground, and pounced on it, but it retreated just in time.
"Shown interest in my nest egg, but I quickly said, no thanks! We haven't paid the hornbills, and the vultures have a hunch.. not everyone invited will be coming back from lunch.. hehehe"
Zazu made the death gesture 'slitting his throat' and laughed nervously.. Mufasa was still staring at Zazu intently. Zazu enthusiastically began the chorus.
"This is the moorrrnning report! Gives you the long and the short! Every grunt roar and snort!,"
The same gopher popped his head out of another hole in the ground, and another, and another, making Simba flounce all over to try and get the gopher.
"There's not a tale I distort!"
He sang proudly
"On the moooooorrnniing report!"
Simba pounced but ended up hitting a rock face first. "What are you doing son?" Mufasa whispered. "Pouncing" Simba said rubbing his head with his paws. "Let an old pro show you how it's done.." Mufasa whispered with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, the buffalo have got abeef, about this season's grass!"
He accentuated every word which made me annoyed. Mufasa got up close to Simba and gave him quiet pouncing instructions I couldn't make out. Zazu was too caught up in all his importance that he didn't realize nobody was listening. Simba got lower to the ground, and looked quite ready to pounce on Zazu.
"Saffron is this seasons colour seen in all the herds! Moving down the rank and file to near the bottom rung, far too many beetles are quite frankly in the dung-bflviu!"
Simba did a full pounce on Zazu mid sentence leaving him stunned on the ground. Mufasa laughed richly and loudly.
"This is the morning report!"
Simba struck up the song proudly and bounced off to the beat. His voice was awe-some, and one of my favourite sounds in all of africa. It was simply amazing, high but projected fabulously.
"Gives you the long and the short!"
He sang breathtakingly. Zazu began to get up but Simba pounced up close in his face, startling the annoying hornbill.
Zazu walked away disapprovingly but got scared by Simba who jumped in front of him once more.
"Every grunt, roar and snort! Not a tale I distort!"
Simba bit down on Zazu's tail feathers to stop him from flying away
"On the morning report!"
He said, his voice muffled because his mouth was full of Zazu. Zazu tried to fly away, dragging Simba around in circles, then Simba spun him around threw him onto the ground. The song ended. Mufasa boomed with laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's very good! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Zazu looked very annoyed. Very very annoyed, but he got another surprise when the same gopher popped out of the ground under him. "Zazu!" It said "Yes?!" "News from the underground!" He saluted Zazu "Hyenas in the pride lands!"
Zazu's pupils dilated. Hyenas in the pride lands? Why?!
"Sire! Hyenas- in the pride lands!" He said urgently to the king. Mufasa's whole demeanour changed. He became suddenly very serious. He leaped majestically over Zazu and landed on the slope of the hill. "Zazu, take Simba home." He said in a businesslike tone.
Simba looked crestfallen. "Oh dad, can't I come?" He pleaded "No, son" Mufasa replied curtly. Mufasa ran off down the hill, his long red mane flowing behind him. I stared, then realized I had just spied on the king. I didn't mean to spy on him, I was just curious. Simba became half mad half pouty. 'I never get to go anywhere…" "Oh, young master, one day you will be king; then you can chase those slobbering mangy stupid poachers from dawn until dusk!" The two walked away talking, and I supposed I better go too. I followed them slowly, without being seen. I hadn't been found out, and I felt pretty good about my stalking and hunting skills- only being a young lioness after all. I walked back to the base of pride rock through the scorching savannah, and was glad to see my mother and my best friend Nala basking on rocks in a little bit of shade.
"Hi Nala" I said "Hey Farai, I'm gonna have a bath, are you?" Nala asked me, jumping into her mother, Sarafina's paws. "Yeah" I replied and my dark coated mother took me in her paws. Our mothers began licking us on our heads and we chatted happily.
"Hey Nala, Hey Farai!" Simba said excitedly prancing down into the shade "Hi Simba! She said "Hey," I said to him. "Come on, I just heard about this great place." "Simba" She whispered through clenched teeth "Im kinda in the middle of a bath" "Personal space, Simba," I said "Unless you've got somewhere really awesome to show us, we're busy taking a bath" "And it's time for yours" Simba's mother, Sarabi, said in her deep voice. She picked up Simba by his head with her mouth and dropped him into her waiting paws. He tried to escape but couldn't. "Mom, you're messing up my mane!" He whined "If you had any." I replied smugly. "Even I have more hair then you." Which was true. My dark gold brown head had a small tuft of hair.
"When I grown up- I'll have 30 times time mane you will." Simba said proudly. "That's because you're a boy."
Sarabi let Simba go with a loving smile, and he flattened down the bit of dark yellow fluff on his head. "Ok, I'm clean. Can we go now?" He said. "So where are we going? It better not be any place dumb." Nala said, looking at him upside down as her mum was now cleaning her behind. "No, it's really cool!" He said drawing closer to us. "So where is this 'really cool' place?" Sarabi asked "We'd all like to know" My mother Bolanle said finishing my bath by licking my back. Simba looked as though he hadn't expected anyone to ask this.
"Oh..." Simba said looking befuddled "Uh... around the water hole." "The Water Hole?" I asked rolling my eyes. Usual excitable Simba. The water hole, really?
"The Water Hole? What's so great about the water hole?" Nala asked sassily raising her eyebrows. He got up close in our faces and whispered "I'll show you when we get there" through his teeth.
Nala and I caught on immediately "Ooh" We said nodding. "Mom can I go with Simba?" She asked her mom "Me too?" I asked mine. "What do you think Bolanle?" Sarafina asked "I'm fine with it.. Sarabi?" "Well..." The three of us put on forced huge smiles and stared up at her "PLEASE" We begged in unison.
"It's all right with me.." She said smiling down at us. "Yes!" "All right!" "Yeah!" We said cheering. We started flouncing off, but then she finished her sentence. "-As long as Zazu comes with you!"
We stopped celebrating.
"That old dodo?" I asked in exasperation. "No, not Zazu!" Simba said.
Sooner or later, we had met with Zazu and he was taking us to the water hole. He flew over head while we walked through the pride lands. Every now and then he would call out things like: "Come on! I have more important things to do then supervise cubs!" and "Step lively! The sooner we get to the water hole, the sooner we can leave!"
Nala looked at Simba. "So where are we really going?" She whispered "An elephant graveyard." "Wow!" "Cool!" We blurted out. Simba shushed us.
"Shhh... Zazu" "Right. So how are we gonna ditch the dodo?" She asked "The major pain in the butt..." I mumbleed. "Wait I've got an idea.." Nala said. She explained a plan quickly and we nodded. "Oh, just look at you two!" He said completely ignoring me, whom he has always particularly disliked. Zazu flew down from above and looked at Nala and Simba with dreamy expressions. "Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah!" The two looked at each other like 'yeah right' and Zazu went on. "Your parents will be thrilled! What with your being betrothed and all!" "Be-what?" Simba asked looking bamboozled. "Betrothed. Intended. Affianced." They looked at each other with expressions of utter confusion. "I'm here too..." I mumbled grouchily "Meaning...?" Nala asked "You guys, betrothed means you have to get-" I started getting angry for some reason. Zazu looked delighted "One day, you two are going to be married!" "Yuck!" "Ew!"
"I can't marry her! She's my friend." "Yeah. It'd be too weird!" Nala said shaking her head and grinning. "Well, sorry to bust your bubble, but you two turtledoves have no choice. It's a tradition-" On the last few words Simba mouthed 'blah blah blah.' "-Going back generations!"
"Well when I'm king, that'll be the first thing to go." He said smirking at Nala. I was being completely ignored. I felt like screaming. "Not so long as I'm around!" Zazu said. "Well, in that case, you're fired" He said sounding very sure of himself. "Hmmm... Nice try, but only the king can do that." He poked Simba's nose. "He's gonna be king" I added. "Yeah, so you have to do what I tell you!" He thumped Zazu's chest. "Not yet I don't. And with an attitude like that, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed!"
"Humph. Not the way I see it." Simba said grinning.