Hey guess what! First I wrote a story w/ C.a.b, now I'm writing one w/
Sunrise19! Anyway, on w/ the story info!
BTW Sunrise I don't know what to put for a Title, we didn't talk about it....
Background: Diana's father loved selling fur and animals to taxidermists. Of course, he only sold small animals and deer. One day he was challenged to bag a lion in Africa. He gladly accepts and takes Diana with him to Africa. There Diana discovers she has a special gift, one that will help her free one of the lions we know and love from TLK. But will she be able to defy her father and do it?
Chapter 1
I guess you could say my father was obsessed with taxidermy. He loved hunting animals just to sell them to a taxidermist and watch them get stuffed. He was paid for the skin, and when and if the finished stuffing was bought, he was paid a profit from that. Dad loved it, I hated it.
I had always hated the idea of taxidermy. Perhaps it was Mom's blood that made me feel this way. See my parents were divorced, basically because of Dad's taxidermy obsession. I didn't like being with him, but because of shared custody, I was forced to visit him every other weekend. Annoying? You could say that. Torture? Yeah, that's the word.
Now, back to my Mom's blood. You're probably wondering what in the world I'm talking about. Well, my mom is a Shawnee Indian, which makes me half Indian. According to my mom, Indians only killed for food, clothing and maybe shelter. It sickens her that today, we kill for pleasure. She, like I, hate taxidermy.
Back to my dad. On one occasion where I was forced to go to his house, he took me to a taxidermy shop. Upon walking in I felt like throwing up. All around me were stuffed animals, not the cute little teddy bears that you hold and cuddle with when you're a child, no these were stuffed animals that had once been real. Ones that had been shot, stripped of their insides and then stuffed.
My Dad put a hand on my shoulder as he looked around with a smug look on his face. I wanted to remove his hand, for it felt like a dead weight on me, pushing me farther and farther down. My stomach was churning when the taxidermist came in from the back room.
"George! Haven't seen you in ages! Did you bring me any new animals today?" the man asked. George, my Dad, frowned. "Naw, sorry Mr. Bigly, I didn't. It's not hunting season and all the little animals around my house have sort of disappeared." Mr. Bigly nodded understandingly.
"Yeah, I hear you." He looked around and then crossed his arms. "Haven't had a customer in a while. You know," the man paused, looked at Dad and then smiled. "You're a good hunter, with a good aim and a good eye. What I need is some exotic animal." My father leaned in interestingly. "Go on," he said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. With every word I felt sicker.
"How would you like to go over there to Africa and bag me a lion?" My dad nearly fell over; unfortunately I was the one who he had a hold on, meaning I nearly fell over with him. After that my shoulder hurt, but still, his hand remained on it. "Man, uh I don't know. That'd be a lot of money to fly over there Mr. Bigly." Mr. Bigly shrugged. "Don't worry, I got you covered, already got tickets for two." He winked down at me and once more I felt my stomach churn.
A slow smile spread across my father's lips as he said, "I'd love to,"
I hope it's ok I went in first person; it just felt like a first person fic to me. Well hope you like it Sunrise, and everyone else, review it plz, btw, there should be lion king stuff soon; don't worry!
BTW Sunrise I don't know what to put for a Title, we didn't talk about it....
Background: Diana's father loved selling fur and animals to taxidermists. Of course, he only sold small animals and deer. One day he was challenged to bag a lion in Africa. He gladly accepts and takes Diana with him to Africa. There Diana discovers she has a special gift, one that will help her free one of the lions we know and love from TLK. But will she be able to defy her father and do it?
Chapter 1
I guess you could say my father was obsessed with taxidermy. He loved hunting animals just to sell them to a taxidermist and watch them get stuffed. He was paid for the skin, and when and if the finished stuffing was bought, he was paid a profit from that. Dad loved it, I hated it.
I had always hated the idea of taxidermy. Perhaps it was Mom's blood that made me feel this way. See my parents were divorced, basically because of Dad's taxidermy obsession. I didn't like being with him, but because of shared custody, I was forced to visit him every other weekend. Annoying? You could say that. Torture? Yeah, that's the word.
Now, back to my Mom's blood. You're probably wondering what in the world I'm talking about. Well, my mom is a Shawnee Indian, which makes me half Indian. According to my mom, Indians only killed for food, clothing and maybe shelter. It sickens her that today, we kill for pleasure. She, like I, hate taxidermy.
Back to my dad. On one occasion where I was forced to go to his house, he took me to a taxidermy shop. Upon walking in I felt like throwing up. All around me were stuffed animals, not the cute little teddy bears that you hold and cuddle with when you're a child, no these were stuffed animals that had once been real. Ones that had been shot, stripped of their insides and then stuffed.
My Dad put a hand on my shoulder as he looked around with a smug look on his face. I wanted to remove his hand, for it felt like a dead weight on me, pushing me farther and farther down. My stomach was churning when the taxidermist came in from the back room.
"George! Haven't seen you in ages! Did you bring me any new animals today?" the man asked. George, my Dad, frowned. "Naw, sorry Mr. Bigly, I didn't. It's not hunting season and all the little animals around my house have sort of disappeared." Mr. Bigly nodded understandingly.
"Yeah, I hear you." He looked around and then crossed his arms. "Haven't had a customer in a while. You know," the man paused, looked at Dad and then smiled. "You're a good hunter, with a good aim and a good eye. What I need is some exotic animal." My father leaned in interestingly. "Go on," he said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. With every word I felt sicker.
"How would you like to go over there to Africa and bag me a lion?" My dad nearly fell over; unfortunately I was the one who he had a hold on, meaning I nearly fell over with him. After that my shoulder hurt, but still, his hand remained on it. "Man, uh I don't know. That'd be a lot of money to fly over there Mr. Bigly." Mr. Bigly shrugged. "Don't worry, I got you covered, already got tickets for two." He winked down at me and once more I felt my stomach churn.
A slow smile spread across my father's lips as he said, "I'd love to,"
I hope it's ok I went in first person; it just felt like a first person fic to me. Well hope you like it Sunrise, and everyone else, review it plz, btw, there should be lion king stuff soon; don't worry!