A/N: Err I wrote that last chapter at midnight . . . No excuse but still.
Yes, I killed of Zazu, but I forgot lol. Wait . . . That wasn't Zazu! That
was his son, Zazu Jr.! Yeah, that's it! Just pretended it was Zazu Jr. Yep.
Thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming.
MMM, also Tika is not a Swahili name . . . like most of my original characters are.
PG13, cause I said =P Actually, for violence.
Chapter 5 - Blood, Tears, and Vitani.
Simba pinned the lioness he had been tracking down, while one of the lionesses accompanying him covered her mouth. "Listen," he hissed, "We know you hate the Outlands, and we have a proposition for you. If you bring us the cub that Zira stole, then we will allow you to return to the pride. Will you?" he asked, nodding toward the lioness to release her mouth, allowing her to speak.
"Yes, I will," agreed the Outsider eagerly, "If there is opportunity. They are with Vitani almost twenty-four seven." Simba nodded.
"And whatever you do, don't betray us. You will pay if you do, you can be sure of that." Simba smiled and then ran off toward Pride Rock, lionesses following him.
Simba roared at the lionesses, to get them moving. "Go, now, there to close as it is!" the young King cried out, grabbing a young cub who decided to wander with them and setting her in the cave.
"Nala, Tika, come here," he said loudly. The two lionesses came briskly over. Simba lowered his voice, "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't go. I wouldn't want you risking your cubs." His eyes lingered to his mate's stomach.
Tika wrinkled up her nose and Nala raised an eyebrow. "Well, I speak for myself," began Tika, "but I want to help fight. Protect my pride." Simba nodded, "As you wish." He turned to the Queen. "Nala?"
She smiled broadly, her bright blue eyes shining. "You know what I'm going to do, Simba," she smirked, following Tika down off of Pride Rock. Simba smiled at her, following the two pregnant lionesses down to where the others had assembled.
"Are you willing to rage war on those, named the Dark River Pride, who have already declared war on us?" roared Simba to the rows of his lionesses. The roar came back in agreement. "It's settled! As soon as they are close enough, we strike!" Roars of approval came, some lionesses clawing the air, others lowering, in the pounce-run-attack position.
Simba smiled at the patriotism of his Pride. Nala walked to his side and sat down. "Now we wait," she said quietly, now standing once again and pacing impatiently.
"Stop, stop!" laughed Simba, "You're making me tired!" His mate laughed and stopped, sitting next to him again.
The Dark River Pride was now in clear view. Dried mud covered almost their entire bodies, their claws dug into the ground. Once again, their king, King Jabari, led them. Simba was happy to see he had exaggerated a bit on the number of his lionesses. But not much, and there were no cubs this time.
"Would you like to surrender now, or when your lionesses are dead you are on the edge of death?" smirked Jabari. Simba growled at him, then roared to the lionesses.
"ATTACK!" cried out Simba, his head raised high as his faithful Pride jumped from their higher positions on the rocks toward the oncoming pride, scratching at their backs as the fighting began. Roars filled the air, as Simba spotted his target. He jumped from where he was, the highest point, into Jabari.
Jabari roared in pain as Simba's claws dug into his back, leaving long slashes. Jabari bit at him and rolled, causing Simba to fall off, but he quickly picked himself off of the ground. The Dark River Pride King's teeth bit at his neck, barely missing his very important jugular vain. Simba roared so loudly and so painfully that all of the lionesses stopped their fighting, facing to watch the two kings duel. Jabari dug deeper, getting closer.
"NO!" cried out Nala, hitting him his side with full bore. Her mate looked at her with astonishment. She had just broken one of the Pride's rules, something she never did, by protecting him, a king, from another king.
"Nala!" he roared, leaping toward the rolling lioness and king. This got all of the other lionesses riled up, all of them jumping on top of Nala and the King, all trying to help their own pride.
The pile eventually broke up into tiny fights again, but all the fighting soon stopped again, when Simba roared loudly to get their attention. "Your king, is dying," he said plainly. Jabari lay on a low rock, and started sputtering.
The King's sputtering turned into coughing, a bit of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry, my Pride. I," he coughed again, more blood appearing from his mouth, "have disappointed you as well as myself. I only," he coughed again, then couldn't stop. Blood gurgled from his mouth and was all over his muzzle. The group was quiet, silent, for the king. A last loud, long cough and he was gone.
This cause the Dark River Pride's lioness to be furious. More slashing and biting ensued, Simba warded of three lionesses at once as well as he could manage. "STOP," he roared, "I'm giving you a chance now, now that you have no chance to win, and your king is dead. Join us!" he roared, "Swear your loyalty and join our pride, Pride Rock." Several of the lionesses were clearly thinking about it.
"Never!" cried out two identical lionesses of the same age, apparently twins. The two lunged at Nala, clawing and ripping at her. Simba jumped onto the two, shoving them away, not even paying attention that he had thrown them into a rock wall, and their death.
"Nala?" he asked, licking her wound. She smiled. "I'm alright, scaredy lion," she said, smiling slightly, standing. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropping slightly.
"Mom?" she asked quietly, "Mom?" she cried, running toward where three lionesses were piled together, still. At the top of the pile lay Sarafina, her body still bleeding. Simba walked over to where his grieving mate stood next to her mother's body, rubbing against her.
"She died bravely," he offered, "We'll take her body back to Pride Rock, for a proper burial." Nala nodded, the tears sliding down her fur and onto the dirt. As much as he hated to, he turned away, only to find his mother. "Mom?" he called out, "Sarabi?"
"I'm over here, son," came a quiet voice. The lionesses parted to see Sarabi sitting, licking a particularly long gash on her right fore leg. Simba rushed over to her.
"Are you okay? 'Cause I can carry you back, I can. . . . "
"Shush shhh shh, Simba! Calm down! I'm okay," she said reassuringly. "But I know someone who's not," she said softly, nodding in Nala's direction. The King looked over his shoulder, then going over toward his mate once again.
He butted her head softly. "I'll be right back," he whispered, "I've got to make a speech to the lionesses from the Dark River Pride." Nala nodded softly, not really truly paying attention.
Simba cleared his throat. "Well, new lionesses, we're going to initiate you later. If you would help others get up and going, we'll go back to Pride Rock." The lionesses talked quietly, getting up. Simba returned to Nala.
"I didn't even notice in all of the fighting," she said softly, "I didn't even get to say goodbye." She started to cry, silently, the tears once again turning the dirt into mud, and all he could do was be close to her.
The lioness, she had never received a name, which is one of the many reasons to go to Pride Rock. Her parents, for some reason, had never named her. They were a outlandish couple - he left her when she found out she was with a cub. Her mother, now by herself, no pride to call home, had me and raised me, and then I joined Pride Rock. I thought I'd wait a day to request a name, but the next day Scar came to rule. He would not give me a name, and when I pleaded to his Queen. In return, she spat on me.
She looked over at Queen Zira, Queen of the dust and barren lands. She had no cubs. Where were they? She looked around quickly, then figuring the den, started trotting briskly over to it.
"Why are you going over there?" Zira asked, watching her. Alone?
"I think I'm getting overheated," she said, fanning her face with her paw. Zira shrugged, letting it slide. She continued into the den quietly, looking for the young cubs.
She finally found them, sitting blinking up at the dark ceiling. She was so glad right then that they could not talk, but it wasn't as if Zira wouldn't know who took Vitani. By then, she would be long gone.
She grabbed the newborn's scruff, trotting quickly out toward the back way. When she reached it, she sat the cub down and looked. Coast clear. This was almost to easy! She grabbed the cub and took off, heading toward Pride Rock.
A/N: I have the greatest plot EVER( okay, maybe exaggerating a little) But it's really good some I'm going to hurry and end one of my stories lol. Review!
Lys!
MMM, also Tika is not a Swahili name . . . like most of my original characters are.
PG13, cause I said =P Actually, for violence.
Chapter 5 - Blood, Tears, and Vitani.
Simba pinned the lioness he had been tracking down, while one of the lionesses accompanying him covered her mouth. "Listen," he hissed, "We know you hate the Outlands, and we have a proposition for you. If you bring us the cub that Zira stole, then we will allow you to return to the pride. Will you?" he asked, nodding toward the lioness to release her mouth, allowing her to speak.
"Yes, I will," agreed the Outsider eagerly, "If there is opportunity. They are with Vitani almost twenty-four seven." Simba nodded.
"And whatever you do, don't betray us. You will pay if you do, you can be sure of that." Simba smiled and then ran off toward Pride Rock, lionesses following him.
Simba roared at the lionesses, to get them moving. "Go, now, there to close as it is!" the young King cried out, grabbing a young cub who decided to wander with them and setting her in the cave.
"Nala, Tika, come here," he said loudly. The two lionesses came briskly over. Simba lowered his voice, "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't go. I wouldn't want you risking your cubs." His eyes lingered to his mate's stomach.
Tika wrinkled up her nose and Nala raised an eyebrow. "Well, I speak for myself," began Tika, "but I want to help fight. Protect my pride." Simba nodded, "As you wish." He turned to the Queen. "Nala?"
She smiled broadly, her bright blue eyes shining. "You know what I'm going to do, Simba," she smirked, following Tika down off of Pride Rock. Simba smiled at her, following the two pregnant lionesses down to where the others had assembled.
"Are you willing to rage war on those, named the Dark River Pride, who have already declared war on us?" roared Simba to the rows of his lionesses. The roar came back in agreement. "It's settled! As soon as they are close enough, we strike!" Roars of approval came, some lionesses clawing the air, others lowering, in the pounce-run-attack position.
Simba smiled at the patriotism of his Pride. Nala walked to his side and sat down. "Now we wait," she said quietly, now standing once again and pacing impatiently.
"Stop, stop!" laughed Simba, "You're making me tired!" His mate laughed and stopped, sitting next to him again.
The Dark River Pride was now in clear view. Dried mud covered almost their entire bodies, their claws dug into the ground. Once again, their king, King Jabari, led them. Simba was happy to see he had exaggerated a bit on the number of his lionesses. But not much, and there were no cubs this time.
"Would you like to surrender now, or when your lionesses are dead you are on the edge of death?" smirked Jabari. Simba growled at him, then roared to the lionesses.
"ATTACK!" cried out Simba, his head raised high as his faithful Pride jumped from their higher positions on the rocks toward the oncoming pride, scratching at their backs as the fighting began. Roars filled the air, as Simba spotted his target. He jumped from where he was, the highest point, into Jabari.
Jabari roared in pain as Simba's claws dug into his back, leaving long slashes. Jabari bit at him and rolled, causing Simba to fall off, but he quickly picked himself off of the ground. The Dark River Pride King's teeth bit at his neck, barely missing his very important jugular vain. Simba roared so loudly and so painfully that all of the lionesses stopped their fighting, facing to watch the two kings duel. Jabari dug deeper, getting closer.
"NO!" cried out Nala, hitting him his side with full bore. Her mate looked at her with astonishment. She had just broken one of the Pride's rules, something she never did, by protecting him, a king, from another king.
"Nala!" he roared, leaping toward the rolling lioness and king. This got all of the other lionesses riled up, all of them jumping on top of Nala and the King, all trying to help their own pride.
The pile eventually broke up into tiny fights again, but all the fighting soon stopped again, when Simba roared loudly to get their attention. "Your king, is dying," he said plainly. Jabari lay on a low rock, and started sputtering.
The King's sputtering turned into coughing, a bit of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry, my Pride. I," he coughed again, more blood appearing from his mouth, "have disappointed you as well as myself. I only," he coughed again, then couldn't stop. Blood gurgled from his mouth and was all over his muzzle. The group was quiet, silent, for the king. A last loud, long cough and he was gone.
This cause the Dark River Pride's lioness to be furious. More slashing and biting ensued, Simba warded of three lionesses at once as well as he could manage. "STOP," he roared, "I'm giving you a chance now, now that you have no chance to win, and your king is dead. Join us!" he roared, "Swear your loyalty and join our pride, Pride Rock." Several of the lionesses were clearly thinking about it.
"Never!" cried out two identical lionesses of the same age, apparently twins. The two lunged at Nala, clawing and ripping at her. Simba jumped onto the two, shoving them away, not even paying attention that he had thrown them into a rock wall, and their death.
"Nala?" he asked, licking her wound. She smiled. "I'm alright, scaredy lion," she said, smiling slightly, standing. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropping slightly.
"Mom?" she asked quietly, "Mom?" she cried, running toward where three lionesses were piled together, still. At the top of the pile lay Sarafina, her body still bleeding. Simba walked over to where his grieving mate stood next to her mother's body, rubbing against her.
"She died bravely," he offered, "We'll take her body back to Pride Rock, for a proper burial." Nala nodded, the tears sliding down her fur and onto the dirt. As much as he hated to, he turned away, only to find his mother. "Mom?" he called out, "Sarabi?"
"I'm over here, son," came a quiet voice. The lionesses parted to see Sarabi sitting, licking a particularly long gash on her right fore leg. Simba rushed over to her.
"Are you okay? 'Cause I can carry you back, I can. . . . "
"Shush shhh shh, Simba! Calm down! I'm okay," she said reassuringly. "But I know someone who's not," she said softly, nodding in Nala's direction. The King looked over his shoulder, then going over toward his mate once again.
He butted her head softly. "I'll be right back," he whispered, "I've got to make a speech to the lionesses from the Dark River Pride." Nala nodded softly, not really truly paying attention.
Simba cleared his throat. "Well, new lionesses, we're going to initiate you later. If you would help others get up and going, we'll go back to Pride Rock." The lionesses talked quietly, getting up. Simba returned to Nala.
"I didn't even notice in all of the fighting," she said softly, "I didn't even get to say goodbye." She started to cry, silently, the tears once again turning the dirt into mud, and all he could do was be close to her.
The lioness, she had never received a name, which is one of the many reasons to go to Pride Rock. Her parents, for some reason, had never named her. They were a outlandish couple - he left her when she found out she was with a cub. Her mother, now by herself, no pride to call home, had me and raised me, and then I joined Pride Rock. I thought I'd wait a day to request a name, but the next day Scar came to rule. He would not give me a name, and when I pleaded to his Queen. In return, she spat on me.
She looked over at Queen Zira, Queen of the dust and barren lands. She had no cubs. Where were they? She looked around quickly, then figuring the den, started trotting briskly over to it.
"Why are you going over there?" Zira asked, watching her. Alone?
"I think I'm getting overheated," she said, fanning her face with her paw. Zira shrugged, letting it slide. She continued into the den quietly, looking for the young cubs.
She finally found them, sitting blinking up at the dark ceiling. She was so glad right then that they could not talk, but it wasn't as if Zira wouldn't know who took Vitani. By then, she would be long gone.
She grabbed the newborn's scruff, trotting quickly out toward the back way. When she reached it, she sat the cub down and looked. Coast clear. This was almost to easy! She grabbed the cub and took off, heading toward Pride Rock.
A/N: I have the greatest plot EVER( okay, maybe exaggerating a little) But it's really good some I'm going to hurry and end one of my stories lol. Review!
Lys!