AN: I forgot to say that Mashen, the H is silent. So it MA -SEN
Nala panned the area from the top of the rock. Hyenas trailed all the way down. It was possible, maybe even plausible, to commit suicide from the height. The one side where they hyenas could not rest or stand guard, because it's surface was to steep to sit or lie, except at the bottom. Nala tried to reason if she could climb down it. No place to rest, but a couple good places for her claws to hook on. She turned her head toward the sun, which climbed down to hide behind the earth.
She laid down, watching Scar watch her. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Nala gave him a menacing scowl, but all he did was smile.
Fetaya panted as she reached the Oasis, and climbed the highest tree in her sight. When she got to the highest spot that would hold her, she looked out toward the rugged land on one side and lucious trees on the other. She couldn't see anyone on the bare land, but the trees obscured her view. She cautiously climbed down. "Wouldn't want to hurt the baby."
That little comment from herself amused her. First, she didn't want it, now she didn't want to hurt it? She laughed, then stopped, thinking it might not be for the best. What if the great Mufasa was watching her? But that got her thinking, why'd she think he was so great? She hadn't even known him! Or was she going crazy, from lack of talking to another lioness? Now she had confused herself, and shook the thoughts out of her head, heading toward where the Pride had gathered when they had first gotten here, the waterfall.
Fetaya gasped when she saw it. She had forgotten, in that short time, how beautiful the spot really was. When she found she could talk again, she roared loudly, hoping somebody, anybody, would here her. Roaring the Pride sign, she waited tentatively for a response. A roar, quiet because of distance, came pronouncedly back in response. Her ears perked, her eyes searched, as she roared back for the person to keep roaring so that she could find them.
Soon, the roar was louder as she closed the gap, the trees shook with the power of it. Soon she reached a clearing where she saw Sarabi roaring with all of her might. Her mouth closed, ready to start another round, when she spotted Fetaya. Mashen let out a squeal, rushing to rub against her. Sarabi walked up to her, whispering in her ear. "You're belly hangs low. We will talk later tonight, when the Pride stops for rest." She gave her a startled look. Was it that obvious? Sarabi smiled and walked away.
But Sarafina came up, still distraught. "What has happened to Nala?" she asked quickly, almost panic like.
Fetaya swallowed, giving her a look of sympathy. "She is still with Scar. She couldn't escape. He wanted to keep me, or so we thought, so Nala blocked him and told me to run. But as I ran, I heard him. I heard him," she started crying softly.
"Heard what, child?!?" Sarafina yelled at her histarically.
"Fina, shush. Don't yell at the child, she's already been through to much." The rest of the Pride was quiet, watching Fetaya with concerned eyes.
"I heard what he said," she said softly, eyes to the ground, "I heard him. He said, 'Do you know, Nala, that you're actually the one I wanted," by then, all the fur from her eyes down were soaked with tears, the tears of guilt she felt leaving her behind , "Then he laughed, and said, "You just set your own trap."
Simba listened in horror, as he walked toward the Pride. "What nerve," he heard one busy body snort, staring at the muscular lion with hate. Sarabi turned to see him, and her eyes instantly showed saddness. Even if Nala had disowned him as her mate, he still loved her, and decided to do something about it.
"I'm going back there to fight, for Nala. If any of you would be kind enough to join, step over to this side," he pointed to the left side, "And those who won't, to the right."
There were no lionesses on the right.
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Nala panned the area from the top of the rock. Hyenas trailed all the way down. It was possible, maybe even plausible, to commit suicide from the height. The one side where they hyenas could not rest or stand guard, because it's surface was to steep to sit or lie, except at the bottom. Nala tried to reason if she could climb down it. No place to rest, but a couple good places for her claws to hook on. She turned her head toward the sun, which climbed down to hide behind the earth.
She laid down, watching Scar watch her. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Nala gave him a menacing scowl, but all he did was smile.
Fetaya panted as she reached the Oasis, and climbed the highest tree in her sight. When she got to the highest spot that would hold her, she looked out toward the rugged land on one side and lucious trees on the other. She couldn't see anyone on the bare land, but the trees obscured her view. She cautiously climbed down. "Wouldn't want to hurt the baby."
That little comment from herself amused her. First, she didn't want it, now she didn't want to hurt it? She laughed, then stopped, thinking it might not be for the best. What if the great Mufasa was watching her? But that got her thinking, why'd she think he was so great? She hadn't even known him! Or was she going crazy, from lack of talking to another lioness? Now she had confused herself, and shook the thoughts out of her head, heading toward where the Pride had gathered when they had first gotten here, the waterfall.
Fetaya gasped when she saw it. She had forgotten, in that short time, how beautiful the spot really was. When she found she could talk again, she roared loudly, hoping somebody, anybody, would here her. Roaring the Pride sign, she waited tentatively for a response. A roar, quiet because of distance, came pronouncedly back in response. Her ears perked, her eyes searched, as she roared back for the person to keep roaring so that she could find them.
Soon, the roar was louder as she closed the gap, the trees shook with the power of it. Soon she reached a clearing where she saw Sarabi roaring with all of her might. Her mouth closed, ready to start another round, when she spotted Fetaya. Mashen let out a squeal, rushing to rub against her. Sarabi walked up to her, whispering in her ear. "You're belly hangs low. We will talk later tonight, when the Pride stops for rest." She gave her a startled look. Was it that obvious? Sarabi smiled and walked away.
But Sarafina came up, still distraught. "What has happened to Nala?" she asked quickly, almost panic like.
Fetaya swallowed, giving her a look of sympathy. "She is still with Scar. She couldn't escape. He wanted to keep me, or so we thought, so Nala blocked him and told me to run. But as I ran, I heard him. I heard him," she started crying softly.
"Heard what, child?!?" Sarafina yelled at her histarically.
"Fina, shush. Don't yell at the child, she's already been through to much." The rest of the Pride was quiet, watching Fetaya with concerned eyes.
"I heard what he said," she said softly, eyes to the ground, "I heard him. He said, 'Do you know, Nala, that you're actually the one I wanted," by then, all the fur from her eyes down were soaked with tears, the tears of guilt she felt leaving her behind , "Then he laughed, and said, "You just set your own trap."
Simba listened in horror, as he walked toward the Pride. "What nerve," he heard one busy body snort, staring at the muscular lion with hate. Sarabi turned to see him, and her eyes instantly showed saddness. Even if Nala had disowned him as her mate, he still loved her, and decided to do something about it.
"I'm going back there to fight, for Nala. If any of you would be kind enough to join, step over to this side," he pointed to the left side, "And those who won't, to the right."
There were no lionesses on the right.
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