Simba lay in his favourite basking spot on the western side of Pride Rock. He stretched lazily, enjoying the feel of the warmth on his bones. The pride had all eaten well that day, with the return of the big herds had come the return of the big kills, there had been more then enough to go round.
Pride Rock had its mixture of caverns, ridges, lookouts and tunnels. That was what made it such a perfect lion home. Simba rose and, with a single bound climbed high onto a little used path that led to one of his favourite look-out points. There was only one other who went there.
Walking this path brought back painful memories, Mufasa had taken him along here to take his first look at his future kingdom, won that he was destined to share with his beautiful Queen, Nala.
That very lioness was even now lying at the edge of the waterhole, her front paws half in the water as she rested from that mornings hunt. Nala was a very skilled huntress, she'd had to be, raised under the reign of that tyrant Scar. The gentle lioness blinked and sheathed her claws as she remembered those gloomy days, days of thinking her only love and best friend gone forever. She shook her head to dispel those thoughts, she and Simba were together now, King and Queen of their beloved Pride, surely nothing bad could happen.
So deep was she in her thoughts that she was unaware that another lioness was watching her. Sarabi sat upright, away from the others as she watched the new queen start washing herself. The elder lioness was deeply content as she watched her daughter-in-law knowing that her and Simba's commitment to each other ran as deep as it had between her and Mufasa. The pride was flourishing under its new leader and she basked in the relaxed atmosphere as Chetu and Kama, Nala's two closest friends persuaded the queen to join them in a playful water fight.
Simba heard the roars in alarm as he approached the waterhole, infighting, in his pride? He hoped not, and could not believe it. Food was plentiful now and the iron rule of Scar but a distant shadow. He smiled as he recognised the roars as playful and linked with the sound of water splashing. As dear as Timon and Pumbaa were, it was good to be back with his own kind, especially good to be back with her.
His smile faded though when a jet of water hit him straight between the eyes! After a moment of shaking the water away he looked for the guilty culprit. The lionesses stared right back, possibly not to be outdone in innocence. Right if that was the way they wanted to play it! With a roar he launched into the water spraying them all in the process. A lengthly free-for-all ensued with as the pride cooled off from the intense midday heat of the desert son.
Simba pulled himself out of the water before the others and went to lie on his favourite flat rock to dry off, he closed his eyes as the splashing sounds continued behind him.
He continued to play dead as an equally soaked body rubbed up against his and he heard a gentle purring sound in his left ear as Nala rubbed her head against his mane.
Feeling cunning he gave no response until suddenly he shot out a well aimed paw and pulled her down along side him. She yelped in surprise but soon settled against him as the sun warmed them both.
She turned to meet his eyes, her own smiling brightly. `Its nice to see you too!' she said `Are you having a nice day?'
He looked down at his bedraggled queen, still more beautiful then any other and said in all seriousness `I am now'
Nala smiled as together they rose and headed back for their home, side by side as always.
It was a happy moment for the couple, little did they know that it could not continue.
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Pride Rock had its mixture of caverns, ridges, lookouts and tunnels. That was what made it such a perfect lion home. Simba rose and, with a single bound climbed high onto a little used path that led to one of his favourite look-out points. There was only one other who went there.
Walking this path brought back painful memories, Mufasa had taken him along here to take his first look at his future kingdom, won that he was destined to share with his beautiful Queen, Nala.
That very lioness was even now lying at the edge of the waterhole, her front paws half in the water as she rested from that mornings hunt. Nala was a very skilled huntress, she'd had to be, raised under the reign of that tyrant Scar. The gentle lioness blinked and sheathed her claws as she remembered those gloomy days, days of thinking her only love and best friend gone forever. She shook her head to dispel those thoughts, she and Simba were together now, King and Queen of their beloved Pride, surely nothing bad could happen.
So deep was she in her thoughts that she was unaware that another lioness was watching her. Sarabi sat upright, away from the others as she watched the new queen start washing herself. The elder lioness was deeply content as she watched her daughter-in-law knowing that her and Simba's commitment to each other ran as deep as it had between her and Mufasa. The pride was flourishing under its new leader and she basked in the relaxed atmosphere as Chetu and Kama, Nala's two closest friends persuaded the queen to join them in a playful water fight.
Simba heard the roars in alarm as he approached the waterhole, infighting, in his pride? He hoped not, and could not believe it. Food was plentiful now and the iron rule of Scar but a distant shadow. He smiled as he recognised the roars as playful and linked with the sound of water splashing. As dear as Timon and Pumbaa were, it was good to be back with his own kind, especially good to be back with her.
His smile faded though when a jet of water hit him straight between the eyes! After a moment of shaking the water away he looked for the guilty culprit. The lionesses stared right back, possibly not to be outdone in innocence. Right if that was the way they wanted to play it! With a roar he launched into the water spraying them all in the process. A lengthly free-for-all ensued with as the pride cooled off from the intense midday heat of the desert son.
Simba pulled himself out of the water before the others and went to lie on his favourite flat rock to dry off, he closed his eyes as the splashing sounds continued behind him.
He continued to play dead as an equally soaked body rubbed up against his and he heard a gentle purring sound in his left ear as Nala rubbed her head against his mane.
Feeling cunning he gave no response until suddenly he shot out a well aimed paw and pulled her down along side him. She yelped in surprise but soon settled against him as the sun warmed them both.
She turned to meet his eyes, her own smiling brightly. `Its nice to see you too!' she said `Are you having a nice day?'
He looked down at his bedraggled queen, still more beautiful then any other and said in all seriousness `I am now'
Nala smiled as together they rose and headed back for their home, side by side as always.
It was a happy moment for the couple, little did they know that it could not continue.
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