THE SCARRED KING AND QUEEN NALA - Ch VIII
Not far from the towering promontory known to all lionesses and lions alike for miles as Pride Rock lay a water hole. On the edge of such a pit of liquid lay a discouraged leonine heap. The name of this heap was Nala. Her pelt was a golden beige, her eyes a shade of green. From the first look, one would take Nala to be asleep. However, the young lioness was not caught within drowsiness, but mourning.
She mourned for her father, her former King, and her true mate. For Scar, for Mufasa, and for Simba. Only days before, King Scar had forced his affections on her and now she lay before the water hole, motionless. Curseful thoughts entered her mind now and then, but mostly they were of sorrow.
A part of Nala wanted to simply accept her father's addiction to her sexual features, the other felt remorse and horror on behalf of such a thing. Scar was a madman. Nala, although shameful to admit it, was aware of such. It frightened her to think of what might go on inside that obviously deranged mind of his.
Letting orbs part, Nala caught sight of two ageing lovers walking, side by side, toward Pride Rock. Immediately she was angered at their presence - for it was undoubtedly her mother and father.
Many children are playfully disgusted when their parents make love, others are simply overjoyed. It filled Nala with pure, insane loathing to see her own parents returning from a catastrophe of lover's fun. To Nala, the sight of her parents' love was sickening. For her father was a madman, and her mother a liar.
Worse yet, her father loved her as well. So to see her lying mother with her father who she had begun to adore in more ways than one made Nala want to vomit. It was a completely gruesome sight.
As they approached the massive promontory, drawing into Scar's lair, Nala mounted her paws and darted toward them. "MOM!" She cried, "please, NO!" She sounded like a tiny cub as she pleaded her mother to stay away from him.
Before she could come near the promontory, she skidded to a stop. Longing eyes gazed at the horrific sight - her parents sat in front of Scar's lair, nuzzling and nipping affectionately at one another. Tears drew in Nala's eyes, and she felt so like a cub, sitting there crying. She lifted a paw to her face to wipe the salty moisture away, but in place of every tear she wiped another came.
Finally the distraught lioness fell to the ground, covering her features with frightened paws. Face hidden, she twitched, gasping and sobbing. "No, Mother, please..." Could be heard, muffled, from her.
To Nala it felt as though her life had been taken away. After all these years of having no father whatsoever, her father likes her. And then, he and her mother share affection. In Nala's mind, nothing could be worse. For her father did love her mother - but why didn't he show it earlier?
Maybe he had. When Nala was a tiny cub, perhaps eight had she been human, Scar would commonly approach her mother. The way he called her name was unlike any other word he said. So sweet, so caring, so beautiful. Just like Sarafina herself.
When he would approach Sarafina, he would ask for Nala. He would take her out, perhaps just chatting and sometimes playing a game. And sometimes he would take Nala to see his daughter Kipusa.
Nala had always felt grief on the behalf of Kipusa. It seemed she had no father either. For Scar would always just sit there looking out far away, to something no one else could see. It seemed as though Kipusa had no father because... Scar preferred her.
Now, this thought only brought more tears to Nala's reddening eyes. He was her father! That's why he showed more affection for her than he did Kipusa! For Kipusa was just a random cub... and Nala had been future queen - not to mention the beautiful daughter of his love. And now, Nala was his love as well.
So perhaps Scar had cared all along... and Nala, grieving foolishly, had been so oblivious to it never to guess that perhaps this madman lion could be her father. What could that mean? Nala still contemplated whether this came out to be a good thing, or a bad thing. At the time, it seemed a bad thing. But perhaps it gave her a chance to have adoration... from a male.