A/N: To answer silent reaper's question, yes Fuadi and Sari do mean
something. Fuadi means heart, and Safi means bright.
ANOTHER THING: I screwed up the name last chapter, calling her Sari. My stupid spell checker changed it to that, so I appoligize. I'll make sure that it doesn't do it again.
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED: PG-13 Chapter 3 - Souls Torn
Safi gulped as Zira circled around both her and Fuadi. "I hope mama notices soon," she whispered shakily.
"What about your father?" cut in the cubnapper. "He'll notice to, I'm sure. He's so protective over Kiara, he must be the same for you." When Safi nor Fuadi answered, she got in their faces, growling. "I said, what about your father." Her teeth were showing, so jagged and rough looking, making the cubs fear her deeply.
"He doesn't like us near as much as Kiara," Fuadi whispered, "But he loves us. He'll come for us." Zira smiled.
"Good. That's what I want him to do!" Zira jumped to the nearest rock, raising above the others. "Simba will come to get his daughters, and we will attack when he is off guard," her voice started to get louder, "we will attack, attack, attack! They will all be DEAD or begging for our MERCY!" The roars coming from the lionesses truely showed their support. Zira smiled, looking at the two shaking cubs.
Simba came to the border, where the lucious Pride Lands me the barren Outlands, his eyes flashing, his pride by his side. "Are you sure they went this way?" he asked the young lioness who had seen the two going this direction. She nodded in response, her eyes searching.
"Well, then," he sighed, "lets go." His daughters were missing, the only one not, Kiara, hated him for sending Pumba and Timon to watch her on her first hunt. He saw dust fly in a nearby rock crevace. "Let's see what that is."
He pounded forward and cought up. A cub, dirty and looking as if she was forgotten, running from the large crowd.
"Where are you from?" asked Nala, the one who had caught the cub to prevent her from running.
"Let me go, Pride Lander!" she spat, clawing at her captor. She hit, and Nala dropped her in surpise, and the cub crawled into a hole only big enough for a cub. Simba sighed, watching the cub squirm into the hole.
The roars of lionesses filled their ears. "I know where they are!" he concluded, jumping up the rock walls to the top. There was Zira, roaring still.
"ZIRA!" he roared, "WHERE ARE MY CUBS?" Zira looked over, first surprised but then smiling.
"Simba, baby," she said sexily, hopping off of the rock, to the cubs. She stroked Safi, claws digging into her skin. She knew that Simba was out numbered, almost severly, he had not brought all of his pride.
"Give me the Pride Lands, I'm only asking nicely once." The claws of her assistant lionesses was close, oh so dangerously close, to Safi's neck. An evil smile filled Zira's face with Simba's look of horror, as well as Nala's.
"No!" he spat, truly certain that she was not capable of killing the cub, concious free.
Zira breathed deeply, still smiling. "Kill her." With one slash, a cry of the cub, then it lay still. Simba roared loudly, fully crying. "NOOOOOOO!!!" he ran to Safi's side, but the cub was now gone.
"You!" he roared, the tears streaming down his eyes. Nala collapsed, and Simba continued to roar at her. "You are a tyrant! A no good, dirty tyrant!"
"If I were YOU, I wouldn't be talking to me in that manner, not with your other twin in my grasp." She pointed over toward the assassin, who now held Fuadi in her paws, the same now bloody claw held to her neck. "Now control your temper, and you will get what you want. I want you to give me the Pride Lands, NOW!"
"Yes, yes, yes," he sobbed, and he knew he sounded as if he were a coward. He didn't care anymore. "Just let her be free." Zira nodded to her lioness, and she released the cub, but not before leaving a claw mark on her cheek, sure to turn into a scar.
"Let this remind you never, EVER, to mess with me." Turning on her heels, she picked up the body of Safi and thrust toward Nala, it landing on her paw. The now conscious lionesses fainted again at the sight of her daughter's body.
Simba picked up Nala, throwing her on her back, carrying a sobbing Fuadi in his mouth, nodding toward a lionesses to pick up the body, the body of his young.
A/N: I know, short, yes. Well, I guess it's the story of Simba's daughter now, eh? Sorry to those who loved Safi =(. Yep.
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ANOTHER THING: I screwed up the name last chapter, calling her Sari. My stupid spell checker changed it to that, so I appoligize. I'll make sure that it doesn't do it again.
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED: PG-13 Chapter 3 - Souls Torn
Safi gulped as Zira circled around both her and Fuadi. "I hope mama notices soon," she whispered shakily.
"What about your father?" cut in the cubnapper. "He'll notice to, I'm sure. He's so protective over Kiara, he must be the same for you." When Safi nor Fuadi answered, she got in their faces, growling. "I said, what about your father." Her teeth were showing, so jagged and rough looking, making the cubs fear her deeply.
"He doesn't like us near as much as Kiara," Fuadi whispered, "But he loves us. He'll come for us." Zira smiled.
"Good. That's what I want him to do!" Zira jumped to the nearest rock, raising above the others. "Simba will come to get his daughters, and we will attack when he is off guard," her voice started to get louder, "we will attack, attack, attack! They will all be DEAD or begging for our MERCY!" The roars coming from the lionesses truely showed their support. Zira smiled, looking at the two shaking cubs.
Simba came to the border, where the lucious Pride Lands me the barren Outlands, his eyes flashing, his pride by his side. "Are you sure they went this way?" he asked the young lioness who had seen the two going this direction. She nodded in response, her eyes searching.
"Well, then," he sighed, "lets go." His daughters were missing, the only one not, Kiara, hated him for sending Pumba and Timon to watch her on her first hunt. He saw dust fly in a nearby rock crevace. "Let's see what that is."
He pounded forward and cought up. A cub, dirty and looking as if she was forgotten, running from the large crowd.
"Where are you from?" asked Nala, the one who had caught the cub to prevent her from running.
"Let me go, Pride Lander!" she spat, clawing at her captor. She hit, and Nala dropped her in surpise, and the cub crawled into a hole only big enough for a cub. Simba sighed, watching the cub squirm into the hole.
The roars of lionesses filled their ears. "I know where they are!" he concluded, jumping up the rock walls to the top. There was Zira, roaring still.
"ZIRA!" he roared, "WHERE ARE MY CUBS?" Zira looked over, first surprised but then smiling.
"Simba, baby," she said sexily, hopping off of the rock, to the cubs. She stroked Safi, claws digging into her skin. She knew that Simba was out numbered, almost severly, he had not brought all of his pride.
"Give me the Pride Lands, I'm only asking nicely once." The claws of her assistant lionesses was close, oh so dangerously close, to Safi's neck. An evil smile filled Zira's face with Simba's look of horror, as well as Nala's.
"No!" he spat, truly certain that she was not capable of killing the cub, concious free.
Zira breathed deeply, still smiling. "Kill her." With one slash, a cry of the cub, then it lay still. Simba roared loudly, fully crying. "NOOOOOOO!!!" he ran to Safi's side, but the cub was now gone.
"You!" he roared, the tears streaming down his eyes. Nala collapsed, and Simba continued to roar at her. "You are a tyrant! A no good, dirty tyrant!"
"If I were YOU, I wouldn't be talking to me in that manner, not with your other twin in my grasp." She pointed over toward the assassin, who now held Fuadi in her paws, the same now bloody claw held to her neck. "Now control your temper, and you will get what you want. I want you to give me the Pride Lands, NOW!"
"Yes, yes, yes," he sobbed, and he knew he sounded as if he were a coward. He didn't care anymore. "Just let her be free." Zira nodded to her lioness, and she released the cub, but not before leaving a claw mark on her cheek, sure to turn into a scar.
"Let this remind you never, EVER, to mess with me." Turning on her heels, she picked up the body of Safi and thrust toward Nala, it landing on her paw. The now conscious lionesses fainted again at the sight of her daughter's body.
Simba picked up Nala, throwing her on her back, carrying a sobbing Fuadi in his mouth, nodding toward a lionesses to pick up the body, the body of his young.
A/N: I know, short, yes. Well, I guess it's the story of Simba's daughter now, eh? Sorry to those who loved Safi =(. Yep.
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