A/N: I know that everyone makes King Ahadi a vicious, evil lion. My story
is no different. Also, when I say gentlelion, it's like gentlemen except
for it's a lion. =P Also, someone had one of their stories with a "naming
rock" and I stole it just for this chapter hehe. Ty to the person who
thought of it =D.
I'm really disappointed with the reviews with the story. If I don't get, hmm, let's say 3 reviews for this chapter, the story will be discontinued. Okay, that's a lie. But it'd be really nice ::puppy dog eyes:: Thanks!
WARNING: PG-13: Language.
There had been increasing tension in the pride as Scar and Jamala tried to avoid the king as much as possible, and vice versa.
"You are the one who started the attack," Uru said softly, trying to get him to understand. He struck her across the face and she fell to the rock floor of the Pride's den. A growl came from her. "You know, I can see why no one likes you!" she screamed at him as she left him alone in the den. A stricken look appeared on his face. No one liked him? But what did he care!?! He was the King of Pride Rock.
He tried to think of a revenge for Taka and Jamala. His head swarmed with ideas, mostly considering killing them - but knew he would be dethroned by the lionesses, or they would plainly leave. They were on the brink now. But he could take away their happiness, he reasoned. Jamala loved two things: Her name and Taka. He thought about her name, meaning the beauty. What else could he call her?
Also, what would he do to Taka? He wasn't proud of his name - he hated it in fact. By making Jamala hurt, he knew he hurt him also. But what else? What else?
Sarabi sat with her friends, trying not to look at Jamala's ear or Taka's eye. But she felt her gaze being pulled their every time she blinked. "He's such a bastard," said Taka, full of hate. Mufasa glared at him, not wanting to hear his father being bashed.
"You wouldn't have been hurt if you stayed out of it," He challenged. Sarabi was almost to tell them both to stop, before things got worse. She watched, ready to run for help if a fight between the two brothers did indeed begin.
"What? Let Jamala get hurt or," he swallowed, "Worse?" Mufasa knew that Taka was trying to get him in a corner, and he was.
"Um, no, but, uh . . . " Mufasa tried to think of what to say.
"Lion got your tongue?" asked Taka slyly. He had become more distant and more rude and angry when around everyone.
"Shut up Taka," he snapped. He decided to go away before he pounced. "Want to go for a walk, Sarabi?" His eyes gave Taka a last, angry glance. Jamala just smiled at Taka, her head now resting underneath his.
"Sure," Sarabi said hesitantly, and as they started walking she looked back at Taka and Jamala. He was licking her damaged ear. Then he stopped and she licked his sore around his eye. Just like a couple should. It made her smile, even if he was becoming ruder and meaner. He was never rude to her.
"Taka's changed," he said abruptly, bowing his head low to get a drink.
"He hasn't changed his attitude toward me," Sarabi said, also drinking. Mufasa raised his head and looked at her.
"I don't know what I should say, or do to him. He's just so - so cold now, you know?" He shook his mane, fully in now, and stretched out on the ground, half of him in the water.
"Yeah. Maybe you shouldn't say anything to him?" she suggested, lying next to him.
"I know, I know. But how can I? He's my brother, and if I'm rude to him, I'm sure he'll tell dad," he scowled. "I'm just stuck. He always seems to do this to me." He was practically pouting.
Sarabi just shrugged when the loud roar of King Ahadi came across the Pride Lands to all of the lions and lionesses of the pride. "I wonder what this is about," she wondered out loud. Mufasa just shook his head, walking beside her. Sarabi smiled, because this meant he was not like most lions. Most males would walk ahead of the lionesses, showing all that they were the dominate gender. But Mufasa was a gentlelion, walking beside her like that. Maybe she would have chosen Mufasa.
Sarabi and Mufasa were the last to climb up to Pride Rock to take their places as the announcements came on. "I am here to recall a name," the King said to the Pride. They all looked around, quizzical looks on their faces, wondering who had hated their name and asked for it to be recalled. "Jamala, step forward."
"You can't take my name!" she spat, drawing back. "I like my name! I never wanted it to be recalled, and I never requested it!"
"No, but I have," he said, still calm, smiling slightly. "Onto the naming rock."
"No!" she challenged.
"Fine, then I'll name you from there!"
Tika stepped forward, "But then we will not recognize her for it. Unless she's on the naming rock, her name will still be Jamala. It is the law of the lands." Ahadi roared and raised his paw to Tika, but then stopped. He walked back over to Jamala. "Jamala, to the naming rock, or you will become an Outlander!"
Jamala recoiled. "How can you do this?" she said, tears in her eyes, "How can you be such a tyrant?"
"I am not a tyrant. Now onto the naming rock." Jamala looked back for support, but all that was there were the sad eyes of the lionesses, and the worried looks of lions. Quietly she climbed up to the naming rock, her eye's cold and full of hatred of all of them for not saving her from him.
"Jamala, will you will be called that no more. You're new name is Zira." Lionesses roared in outrage. Sarabi's hazel eyes opened wide in horror, as she watched the acts of hate taking place.
"Zira? A traitor of us? She has not been a traitor or betrayed us in anyway," called out Ibura, watching Ahadi with careful eyes. He took a swipe at her, but she jumped back out of the way of the sharp claws.
"Ahadi, you are not acting like you used to," said Uru loudly. When they were betrothed and first mates, he had never had a temper or been rude or curt. He had been a kind and understanding lion, not the brutal tyrant he was now.
"This is not the time, Uru!" he roared at her. "Zira is her name, and will always be her name. Which means the name Jamala is now available!" Usually, when a lion or lionesses lived a life with a name, it was never used again. Zira had been proud that Jamala was hers and hers only, but now any old cub could be named it!
"Then I will not be called Taka anymore, because Taka had a father. And I don't," came the voice of Taka through the bushes, jumping on a rock then leaping to Zira's side. "The name Taka belongs with Jamala. My name will now be Hodari."
"Your name will be no such thing!" the king cried out, "I, and only I, can approve names. And for that, I will change your name. Your name, your name will be," he took a second to think. He hadn't planned on changing Taka's name. He looked up at his son. His eyes were drawn to the scar he had created on his eye. "Your name will be Scar!" he cried out. "These names have been said and approved by me, and they will remain that way unless I and only I change them! This meeting is over!" he stalked over to the den, to rest his weary eyes.
"We have to get a plan, think Scar!" Zira cried out as they lay in a den about 2 miles away from Pride Rock.
"I think I have one!" he exclaimed, thinking some more. "It will be perfect!"
A/N: I couldn't find the real meaning of Zira, so I made it up. Hmmmm what's the plan? Guess you'll have to review to find out! Thanks, and please review!
I'm really disappointed with the reviews with the story. If I don't get, hmm, let's say 3 reviews for this chapter, the story will be discontinued. Okay, that's a lie. But it'd be really nice ::puppy dog eyes:: Thanks!
WARNING: PG-13: Language.
There had been increasing tension in the pride as Scar and Jamala tried to avoid the king as much as possible, and vice versa.
"You are the one who started the attack," Uru said softly, trying to get him to understand. He struck her across the face and she fell to the rock floor of the Pride's den. A growl came from her. "You know, I can see why no one likes you!" she screamed at him as she left him alone in the den. A stricken look appeared on his face. No one liked him? But what did he care!?! He was the King of Pride Rock.
He tried to think of a revenge for Taka and Jamala. His head swarmed with ideas, mostly considering killing them - but knew he would be dethroned by the lionesses, or they would plainly leave. They were on the brink now. But he could take away their happiness, he reasoned. Jamala loved two things: Her name and Taka. He thought about her name, meaning the beauty. What else could he call her?
Also, what would he do to Taka? He wasn't proud of his name - he hated it in fact. By making Jamala hurt, he knew he hurt him also. But what else? What else?
Sarabi sat with her friends, trying not to look at Jamala's ear or Taka's eye. But she felt her gaze being pulled their every time she blinked. "He's such a bastard," said Taka, full of hate. Mufasa glared at him, not wanting to hear his father being bashed.
"You wouldn't have been hurt if you stayed out of it," He challenged. Sarabi was almost to tell them both to stop, before things got worse. She watched, ready to run for help if a fight between the two brothers did indeed begin.
"What? Let Jamala get hurt or," he swallowed, "Worse?" Mufasa knew that Taka was trying to get him in a corner, and he was.
"Um, no, but, uh . . . " Mufasa tried to think of what to say.
"Lion got your tongue?" asked Taka slyly. He had become more distant and more rude and angry when around everyone.
"Shut up Taka," he snapped. He decided to go away before he pounced. "Want to go for a walk, Sarabi?" His eyes gave Taka a last, angry glance. Jamala just smiled at Taka, her head now resting underneath his.
"Sure," Sarabi said hesitantly, and as they started walking she looked back at Taka and Jamala. He was licking her damaged ear. Then he stopped and she licked his sore around his eye. Just like a couple should. It made her smile, even if he was becoming ruder and meaner. He was never rude to her.
"Taka's changed," he said abruptly, bowing his head low to get a drink.
"He hasn't changed his attitude toward me," Sarabi said, also drinking. Mufasa raised his head and looked at her.
"I don't know what I should say, or do to him. He's just so - so cold now, you know?" He shook his mane, fully in now, and stretched out on the ground, half of him in the water.
"Yeah. Maybe you shouldn't say anything to him?" she suggested, lying next to him.
"I know, I know. But how can I? He's my brother, and if I'm rude to him, I'm sure he'll tell dad," he scowled. "I'm just stuck. He always seems to do this to me." He was practically pouting.
Sarabi just shrugged when the loud roar of King Ahadi came across the Pride Lands to all of the lions and lionesses of the pride. "I wonder what this is about," she wondered out loud. Mufasa just shook his head, walking beside her. Sarabi smiled, because this meant he was not like most lions. Most males would walk ahead of the lionesses, showing all that they were the dominate gender. But Mufasa was a gentlelion, walking beside her like that. Maybe she would have chosen Mufasa.
Sarabi and Mufasa were the last to climb up to Pride Rock to take their places as the announcements came on. "I am here to recall a name," the King said to the Pride. They all looked around, quizzical looks on their faces, wondering who had hated their name and asked for it to be recalled. "Jamala, step forward."
"You can't take my name!" she spat, drawing back. "I like my name! I never wanted it to be recalled, and I never requested it!"
"No, but I have," he said, still calm, smiling slightly. "Onto the naming rock."
"No!" she challenged.
"Fine, then I'll name you from there!"
Tika stepped forward, "But then we will not recognize her for it. Unless she's on the naming rock, her name will still be Jamala. It is the law of the lands." Ahadi roared and raised his paw to Tika, but then stopped. He walked back over to Jamala. "Jamala, to the naming rock, or you will become an Outlander!"
Jamala recoiled. "How can you do this?" she said, tears in her eyes, "How can you be such a tyrant?"
"I am not a tyrant. Now onto the naming rock." Jamala looked back for support, but all that was there were the sad eyes of the lionesses, and the worried looks of lions. Quietly she climbed up to the naming rock, her eye's cold and full of hatred of all of them for not saving her from him.
"Jamala, will you will be called that no more. You're new name is Zira." Lionesses roared in outrage. Sarabi's hazel eyes opened wide in horror, as she watched the acts of hate taking place.
"Zira? A traitor of us? She has not been a traitor or betrayed us in anyway," called out Ibura, watching Ahadi with careful eyes. He took a swipe at her, but she jumped back out of the way of the sharp claws.
"Ahadi, you are not acting like you used to," said Uru loudly. When they were betrothed and first mates, he had never had a temper or been rude or curt. He had been a kind and understanding lion, not the brutal tyrant he was now.
"This is not the time, Uru!" he roared at her. "Zira is her name, and will always be her name. Which means the name Jamala is now available!" Usually, when a lion or lionesses lived a life with a name, it was never used again. Zira had been proud that Jamala was hers and hers only, but now any old cub could be named it!
"Then I will not be called Taka anymore, because Taka had a father. And I don't," came the voice of Taka through the bushes, jumping on a rock then leaping to Zira's side. "The name Taka belongs with Jamala. My name will now be Hodari."
"Your name will be no such thing!" the king cried out, "I, and only I, can approve names. And for that, I will change your name. Your name, your name will be," he took a second to think. He hadn't planned on changing Taka's name. He looked up at his son. His eyes were drawn to the scar he had created on his eye. "Your name will be Scar!" he cried out. "These names have been said and approved by me, and they will remain that way unless I and only I change them! This meeting is over!" he stalked over to the den, to rest his weary eyes.
"We have to get a plan, think Scar!" Zira cried out as they lay in a den about 2 miles away from Pride Rock.
"I think I have one!" he exclaimed, thinking some more. "It will be perfect!"
A/N: I couldn't find the real meaning of Zira, so I made it up. Hmmmm what's the plan? Guess you'll have to review to find out! Thanks, and please review!