The characters of the Pride Lands and the Pride Lands itself are in no way created and/or owned by myself. All of them are the creation of and copyrighted to Disney. However, any non-canon characters mentioned in this fan fiction and the Lush Lands are creations of and copyrighted to Alison Crawford.
Across a vast expanse of sand appeared a young and thin lioness. Though she must have been beautiful at one time, her emancipated appearance merely gave a look of misery to her. This lioness had a pelt the colour of pure gold and her underbelly was also the same colour. Her eyes were ice blue and held a weary and fear- filed look. Her claws were a dark brown colour and one paw limped as she walked. As she walked and limped, the sun beat down on the lioness. As she struggled through the vast sands, she beheld a small oasis surrounded by bushes of fruit with its waters calmly beckoning. The exhausted lioness padded over to the oasis and lapped gently at the cool waters, refreshing her spirit. She then lay down underneath the palm trees that lined the oasis and fell asleep in the coolness of the shade.
Hours later, she woke at the sound of grunts coming from the bushes behind the oasis. All senses alert, she sniffed the air but smelled nothing unusual. As she lay back down and started to drift, she was suddenly shocked into actions by a series of high pitched squeals as a herd of bush pigs leapt from the bushes straight at the lioness. Trying to cope with the sudden onslaught, the lioness swiped at the lead group and knocked them flying with her claws outstretched. But the pigs kept coming, their tusks soaked with the blood of the rapidly failing lioness. For the days of enforced starvation had weakened the lioness to the point of collapse and even the nap and drink had not helped her. But the day was not lost, as the one-sided fight was interrupted by another lion, this time a male. Startled by this new enemy, the pigs left the injured lioness and attacked the lion, who swatted the pigs away as if they were merely bugs. As the pigs were finally subdued, the male began to walk towards the severely injured lioness, who wobbled uncontrollably and then fell to the ground unconscious.
After sniffing the lioness a few times, he straightened up and began to roar. This mysterious lion had a large mane that glistened with health and as he roared, his white teeth gleamed and sparkled in the sun. His appearance however, was unlike any lion ever seen before. His body was completely black but had white stripes throughout his body, sort of like a tiger. His eyes were a brilliant green, his mane was pure white and he had obsidian black claws in his paws that were sharp and well-cared for. His body flowed with hidden muscles that rippled when he moved and his carriage was undoubtedly that of royalty. After he roared a few times, about five other lions appeared from behind a sand dune and started to carry the unconscious lioness towards the dune they had just come from. With a snarl in the direction of the pigs, the male took up the position of escort behind the parade of lionesses and they disappeared in the distance as the sand started to swirl and rub out all traces of the fight.
Across a vast expanse of sand appeared a young and thin lioness. Though she must have been beautiful at one time, her emancipated appearance merely gave a look of misery to her. This lioness had a pelt the colour of pure gold and her underbelly was also the same colour. Her eyes were ice blue and held a weary and fear- filed look. Her claws were a dark brown colour and one paw limped as she walked. As she walked and limped, the sun beat down on the lioness. As she struggled through the vast sands, she beheld a small oasis surrounded by bushes of fruit with its waters calmly beckoning. The exhausted lioness padded over to the oasis and lapped gently at the cool waters, refreshing her spirit. She then lay down underneath the palm trees that lined the oasis and fell asleep in the coolness of the shade.
Hours later, she woke at the sound of grunts coming from the bushes behind the oasis. All senses alert, she sniffed the air but smelled nothing unusual. As she lay back down and started to drift, she was suddenly shocked into actions by a series of high pitched squeals as a herd of bush pigs leapt from the bushes straight at the lioness. Trying to cope with the sudden onslaught, the lioness swiped at the lead group and knocked them flying with her claws outstretched. But the pigs kept coming, their tusks soaked with the blood of the rapidly failing lioness. For the days of enforced starvation had weakened the lioness to the point of collapse and even the nap and drink had not helped her. But the day was not lost, as the one-sided fight was interrupted by another lion, this time a male. Startled by this new enemy, the pigs left the injured lioness and attacked the lion, who swatted the pigs away as if they were merely bugs. As the pigs were finally subdued, the male began to walk towards the severely injured lioness, who wobbled uncontrollably and then fell to the ground unconscious.
After sniffing the lioness a few times, he straightened up and began to roar. This mysterious lion had a large mane that glistened with health and as he roared, his white teeth gleamed and sparkled in the sun. His appearance however, was unlike any lion ever seen before. His body was completely black but had white stripes throughout his body, sort of like a tiger. His eyes were a brilliant green, his mane was pure white and he had obsidian black claws in his paws that were sharp and well-cared for. His body flowed with hidden muscles that rippled when he moved and his carriage was undoubtedly that of royalty. After he roared a few times, about five other lions appeared from behind a sand dune and started to carry the unconscious lioness towards the dune they had just come from. With a snarl in the direction of the pigs, the male took up the position of escort behind the parade of lionesses and they disappeared in the distance as the sand started to swirl and rub out all traces of the fight.