Shenzi groaned and peeled her eyes open, blinking her vision clear to see the blades of grass in front of her. Furrowing her brow, she carefully lifted her head up off the ground to have a look around.
When had she fallen? She couldn't remember... which bothered her a lot. All she recalled was walking through the desert, feeling oozy... and then...
"Ah, crud," she mumbled, sitting up and shaking her head to clear it.
She felt horrible—like a gazelle between the chops of a lion. Her joints were sore, her head was swimming and her mouth tasted like the raw hide of a warthog.
Oh, she has had better days.
"Don't move," someone growled from behind her, halting any further movement on her part. She froze and slowly turned her head around and was met with the sight of Simba and Pumbaa standing behind her. They both looked very determined.
"Well, what do I owe this pleasure..." Shenzi began, but was cut short.
"Where is he?"
She blinked innocently, struggling to turn her body around to face them. "I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do," Simba growled, narrowing his eyes. "Where is Timon?"
"Timon?" Shenzi repeated, putting a paw to her chest. "What would I have to do with..."
"Shenzi," Simba said curtly, "You know where he is." He stared at her for a moment, his face slowly draining of anger to worry. He added, his voice slightly shaky, "He trusted you. Please... don't betray that."
"Oh sheesh," she said, rolling her eyes. "What's with you guys and your cute-and-fuzziness." She took a breath and shrugged, answering his question with, "Last I knew, Timon was back home with his group."
"Group?" Pumbaa spoke up, exchanging a look with Simba. "He's back at the oasis."
"Nice digs over there," Shenzi commented, nodding her head. "But, it was a little overcrowded for me. Didn't like the neighborhood." She grinned grimly, adding, "Well, they didn't like me."
"Maybe we should go out there," Pumbaa said to Simba, frowning.
"Well, he did mention coming back here to apologize," Shenzi inputted, looking between the two.
They turned their heads and looked at her with uncertainty, but did not comment. Instead they turned for the dunes behind them and started walking.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Shenzi called. "Didn't you hear me?"
"Why should we believe you?" Simba shot back, turning around. "You're the reason why Timon is gone in the first place."
"Me?" Shenzi repeated, raising her eyebrows. "I recall, oh mighty king, that it was YOU who banished him."
"I didn't banish him!" Simba shot back.
Pumbaa, behind him, cleared his throat awkwardly and Simba shot him a look.
"What?" the lion snapped.
"Well, ah... you sort of did," Pumbaa mumbled.
Simba frowned and then sat down, looking miserable with himself. For a moment, he just sat there, before saying softly, "Alright... how can I make things right?"
"Well, for a start," Shenzi offered. "You could find the little squirt."
Both Simba and Pumbaa looked at her narrow-eyed. "Exactly," Simba replied, "And you're going to help us."
Note: AHHH! Short! I'm sorry! I barely have time to write. When I do have time, I'm drawing! Please forgive a poor girl... -lower lip trembles-
When had she fallen? She couldn't remember... which bothered her a lot. All she recalled was walking through the desert, feeling oozy... and then...
"Ah, crud," she mumbled, sitting up and shaking her head to clear it.
She felt horrible—like a gazelle between the chops of a lion. Her joints were sore, her head was swimming and her mouth tasted like the raw hide of a warthog.
Oh, she has had better days.
"Don't move," someone growled from behind her, halting any further movement on her part. She froze and slowly turned her head around and was met with the sight of Simba and Pumbaa standing behind her. They both looked very determined.
"Well, what do I owe this pleasure..." Shenzi began, but was cut short.
"Where is he?"
She blinked innocently, struggling to turn her body around to face them. "I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do," Simba growled, narrowing his eyes. "Where is Timon?"
"Timon?" Shenzi repeated, putting a paw to her chest. "What would I have to do with..."
"Shenzi," Simba said curtly, "You know where he is." He stared at her for a moment, his face slowly draining of anger to worry. He added, his voice slightly shaky, "He trusted you. Please... don't betray that."
"Oh sheesh," she said, rolling her eyes. "What's with you guys and your cute-and-fuzziness." She took a breath and shrugged, answering his question with, "Last I knew, Timon was back home with his group."
"Group?" Pumbaa spoke up, exchanging a look with Simba. "He's back at the oasis."
"Nice digs over there," Shenzi commented, nodding her head. "But, it was a little overcrowded for me. Didn't like the neighborhood." She grinned grimly, adding, "Well, they didn't like me."
"Maybe we should go out there," Pumbaa said to Simba, frowning.
"Well, he did mention coming back here to apologize," Shenzi inputted, looking between the two.
They turned their heads and looked at her with uncertainty, but did not comment. Instead they turned for the dunes behind them and started walking.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Shenzi called. "Didn't you hear me?"
"Why should we believe you?" Simba shot back, turning around. "You're the reason why Timon is gone in the first place."
"Me?" Shenzi repeated, raising her eyebrows. "I recall, oh mighty king, that it was YOU who banished him."
"I didn't banish him!" Simba shot back.
Pumbaa, behind him, cleared his throat awkwardly and Simba shot him a look.
"What?" the lion snapped.
"Well, ah... you sort of did," Pumbaa mumbled.
Simba frowned and then sat down, looking miserable with himself. For a moment, he just sat there, before saying softly, "Alright... how can I make things right?"
"Well, for a start," Shenzi offered. "You could find the little squirt."
Both Simba and Pumbaa looked at her narrow-eyed. "Exactly," Simba replied, "And you're going to help us."
Note: AHHH! Short! I'm sorry! I barely have time to write. When I do have time, I'm drawing! Please forgive a poor girl... -lower lip trembles-