THE SCARRED KING AND QUEEN NALA- ch XVIII

Last time- Nala feels guilty (three guesses why) and Zira is back in the game.

Notes- Heylloo, peoples! It has been qvite ze vhile, now hasn't it! Right... I'll just ignore Guardian Panthera's "3 of 5" rating... I don't believe in rating things lower for not being finished xP

Ok, and I must remind you all again- I AGE MY CHARACTERS AS THOUGH THEY WERE HUMAN. Ever heard of dog years? Well, think of it as lion years. And no, this DOES NOT make me look like a dumb kid, freako Hell's Lovely reviewer xPPPP

Also my readers of "Jitimai" will remember the use of the term jana- which I have decided to pronounce yah-na- which is used in this chapter of this fic xD Speaking of which, I have pronounced Jitimai jih-tih-my and Maelekeo-Sawadi (which I'm adding a - to) my-la-KAY-oh-sah-WAH-dee.

'Beest' is Dutch, btw, and indeed it does mean 'animal.'

-Pantpant- LONG ooc!

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Damn you, Scar!

You've done it again, haven't you? Ah, you animal, so unfaithful...! It's so humiliating to think we all trusted you, proud land's traitor!

Perhaps it was to be expected something else would go wrong; her life had never been easy, ever since she was thirteen years old... when Simba and Mufasa had passed and Scar had become her ruler.

Her life was a soap opera- one hideous and unspeakable act following another. First her best friend and her King became of the dead. Then she was made to be Scar's Queen and give him a child. Of course, the trouble couldn't end there- following this, Scar rejected her child, and since then he'd not been able to successfully make love to her. And to make matters worse, her mother had become JEALOUS of her place by Scar's side! Then another began to share her mother's jealousy...

And now, on top of it all, her mother was going to have Scar's jana!

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Orbs sealed and a frown upon her features, Nala lay in the lion's den. Arms were folded beneath her, upon which she sat her face. Except for her tail, the lioness was entirely still. The tail of the beast swished from side to side in lively motion, perhaps in agitation, or perhaps in boredom.

This was the sight that entered the vision of King Scar as he approached the den, displeased with the actions of his Queen.

"Nala, you animal, mount!" he demanded. Not getting this response, he grunted and spoke again. "Mount!"

Nala's only response was a reluctant, throaty groan. She did not change her patterns of movement but for a roll of the eyes.

Scar wasn't pleased by this. "Mount, beest!"

Sitting groggily up, Nala cocked an eyebrow. "Beest?" she repeated.

Grinning foolishly, Scar explained his odd words. "I knew that would get you. It's the only foreign word I know, and I think it means 'animal.' "

"I... see." Nala was pleased to be sharing humor with the beast (beest? xP) which she had sworn never to forgive (though it confused her that he was showing her kindness).

Changing his mindset, Scar took a seat by his Queen, giving her an almost fond expression. "I know what you're thinking, Nala," he said.

"Do you?" Nala mused.

"Indeed I do," he said, "and yes- I went all the way with her. But Nala, may I assure you- it was one time, one time my dear, and it means nothing- NOTHING..."

Nala's features indicated that she was becoming angry. "Oh, I'm sure it was, NOTHING, as you say..." her voice was sarcastic, as though forced.

"Yes, of course... she was hot, she was desperate- and she got lucky."

"Got lucky?" repeated Nala, now unable to lie through her teeth. "Scar, she's my mother! And she's been jealous of you for months! When did this happen?"

Ouch.

It was a one-night-stand, why couldn't she let it go! "Several months ago, before our late cub was even born! It was nothing, Nala, I haven't felt for her since before you were thought of!"

"Oh, I'm sure," Nala lied, "you're not a nymphomaniac, Scar, and I know you well enough. You care for my mother- so make up your mind, is it going to be me, or her!"

Scar didn't look pleased by this command. "Why choose? I'm having plenty of 'fun' with you both!"

Nala gasped in horror, and tears sprung in her eyes. "You're a very selfish person, Scar, and I hate you!"

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The wind gently blew the short and healthy grass of the Pridelands. This sort of weather was quite revered by the lionesses of the land, many of which were lazing in its forgiving blades.

Sarafina lay in these chutes of grass, a dainty expression upon her features. Her legs faced upward, and paws twisted over. Her hind pillars were calmly spread about her. In this position, she appeared extraordinarily peaceful and vulnerable. However, for the first time in quite a while, the smile upon her was sincere and innocent.

For this time, even in waking hours, she was amused. She was to have Scar's jana!... Even her daughter could not ignore her passion for the King now.