THE SCARRED KING AND QUEEN NALA- Ch XXIII
Last Time- Zira has murdered Sarabi, and King Scar couldn't care less. Nala has decided to gather rebels to overthrow the King.
Notes- I'm updating. At long, long last, I'm updating. Haha, a certain reviewer -ahem- made me feel all guilty about not updating in so long...
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Maelekeo-Sawadi was bored. Perhaps bored was the wrong word for her predicament. As far as the young cub knew, "bored" was when you had nothing to do and yearned for excitement.
Boredom was not a strong enough word.
She had interrogated Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa- all separately!- about what to do, and none of them had given her a suitable answer. Now, the jana wandered about just outside the reaches of the oasis that was her home. Her eyes were narrow with disinterest and the movements of her paws lacked finesse in the worst way.
However, during this aimless wander, she suddenly found herself further outside her own realms than she had meant to... well, aimlessly wander. A spark of interest coursing through her, her eyes drifted through her surroundings. Brown, dead grass that stood almost as tall as her. Looking back, the heavens were a vivid blue without a cloud in sight. But in the opposite directions, said heavens were decidedly less heavenly.
Almost as sudden as though a line had been drawn clear across the sky, the skies became gray and dark. It was not the crisp gray that accents a lightly falling rain, but rather the dank and gloomy hue that often haunts late winter skies. However, it was far from late winter. The air was hot and humid, and though it possessed the mugginess, these lands lacked the brisk accents of a late winter day.
In the distance, even through this endless gray, Maelekeo-Sawadi could make out a giant promontory. Quite bluntly, said promontory was... a big rock. This drew Keo's attention, and, with a grin now etched upon her features, she took off in the direction of said rock.
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Circumstances were looking bleak.
Sarafina had obtained what she wanted. She had King Scar, for better or for worse. And for worse, apparently. He was growing careless (not that he'd been entirely careful in the first place) and she? She was just impatient by now. King Scar would sit in the lair for hours on end, and whenever she tried to strike conversation, the subject of Nala would somehow enter and then the conversation would be over.
Needless to say, this made Sarafina entirely bitter. She lay at the edge of Pride Rock and pouted. And, for lack of anything better to do, she waited for someone to come along and make her day more interesting.
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Where the hell was Nala?
This had been King Scar's question for the past two days. Sarafina seemed to have filled her place as his "significant other" of the next five seconds, but quite frankly he was beginning to miss the whiny and depressed personality that was Nala.
And, facing facts, he was still attracted to her. With the eyes and the pelt and the... well... other places, he thought with a smirk.
But he hadn't seen any of these things in days. Someone was going to have to answer for this- somebody, not him.
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A/N: Ehh... this chapter seemed kinda rushed. I don't like it. Oh well, I'm just trying to keep the plot moving and there's not much going on with anyone besides Maelekeo-Sawadi... and she's sooo boring to write about XP