Hola! Como estas? (or however you spell it) Sorry, I been lazy, not uploading. Well, here's some more. Enjoy!
Simba's mane grew quickly. It was blazing red like his father's. But unlike his father's, Simba's mane was floppy, not thick. He took great pride in it.
But Mufasa was troubled. His son continued to not come to lessons and instead lay around with Timon and Pumbaa. Mufasa had no hard feelings toward the two. He felt that they might help Simba be more in touch with his subjects one day. But they were a distraction, and were making Simba lazy. Everyone was noticing. Even the Great Kings. They seemed to be punishing Simba and the pride by not bringing as much rain this season.
Simba was at the water hole, just floating around with Timon and Pumbaa. Nala watched from a bluff nearby. Simba seemed to have completely forgotten about her in his weird 'Hakuna Matata'-ness. She'd get up earlier, stay up later, even stalk the prince, just so she could feel like they were spending some time together. It was weird. Nala hadn't thought she would act this way in a situation like this. Just goes to show how attached to him you really are, she thought sadly. You don't know what you've got until you lose it. Nala forced herself up and went out to hunt something.
Nala walked for an hour or so until she came to a little herd of gazelle. Among the herd was a small, dark colored gazelle with a deformed hind leg. Instinct took over. The young lioness crouched down to the ground, testing the earth with each step before moving forward. Nala had never tried to take down a gazelle, although she could have at any time. The older lionesses didn't want her hunting yet, but she needed to get her mind off of Simba. Besides, she'd gone hunting successfully many times before, she just never got caught in the act. Within a short while, the dark gazelle was dead and being dragged along in her jaws.
When Nala passed by the water hole with her kill, Simba sprang out of the water. He rushed up to meet her. "Nala! Did you get that all on your own?"
Nala was startled, but nodded humbly.
"Uh…well, um, congratulations, I guess," Simba said, then went back to the water hole. Nala sighed, dropping the carcass and leaving it. She would have been perfectly happy to share it…
Nala woke Simba up before the sun rose the next morning. She wanted alone time with him, and that was what she was going to get. They walked down Pride Rock and began to follow the path of the nearby river. Neither spoke like they used to. Nala grew more impatient and depressed with every step.
At noon time, the adolescents were nearing the ravine. A small dam of logs stopped the flow of water, although there wasn't really enough water there to challenge the wood.
Drought was here, the animals knew. Animals including the large bird that, startled by the lions' presence, flew out of a nearby grove of trees. The creature flew into Simba's head, not just startling him, but sending him off the his feet falling into the ravine.
"Simba!" Nala called out before launching herself down after Simba. Simba twisted around, freaking out as he fell (A/N well, duh!). Nala, realizing she had made it a worse situation by going after him, also began to panic. She hit an outcrop of rock as she fell and was knocked out before she hit the dry ravine's floor. Simba was already unconscious near where Nala landed.
From above, the pair looked dead. Simba's head was beneath a tiny trickle of water leaking from the nearby log-dam. Nala's eyes, though she was still out cold, were open and glazed over. Perhaps, they were dead…
Oh dear. It seems our heroes are in a bit of a predicament. Sorry it's so short. More later!
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