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To those who don't know, the Oc that's introduced in this chapter, Jesús is pronounced (Hay-soos).
Also, WARNING; graphic scene ahead!
Onto the next chapter. Enjoy!
Sometime Ago
He was orphan. Abandoned by his own mother. What happened? Simple. He'd lived beyond the Northern desert where the prides scattered throughout the areas, still followed the old-laws.
When a pride is overtaken by a new leader, the new male(s) would kill the former leaders' offspring. Lucky him, he just happens to the last of his father's offspring that didn't reach adulthood yet. Hell. He was barely a pre-teen with just a small darker red scruff growing on top of his head.
That takes him to the present, why he was currently running for his very young life. He ran across the greenery plains before stopping at the edge of the oasis. In front of him was the frontier of the largest desert around.
Glancing quickly over his shoulder to see the two lions that took over his home and killed his father gaining. Without a second thought, he dashed out into the endless domain of sand.
Sometime during his two and a half day travel through the desert, his eyes began to grow heavy. It was hard to keep them up open, soon he gave up the fight and collapsed. When he regained consciousness he was in a odd cave. His head snapped from the odd cavern walls, where his gold eyes widened at the sight of three creatures he only heard stories about. Hyenas.
"Hey, Shenzi. Looks like he seen a ghost." a laughed one with a black muzzle.
"Shut up, Banzai." the only female of the trio snarled while the other just laughed. Shenzi then turned her pale yellow eyes towards the scared cub. "Our boss, wants to speak with you."
He was confused but knew that it was better than to argue with creatures that could kill him without breaking a sweat. So, he stood on his wobbly paws and followed the hyenas out into a sea of bones. He ended up following the hyenas up a hill of bones. Before walking across some extremely green grass.
The sun was highest in the sky, setting a beautiful glow across everything. Giving a perfect sight to see everything, from the grazing herds and dozens of birds flying above. Soon a rich brown, black maned lion around two years came into sight. When the lion turned, a gasp came out of the seven month cub at the sight of a pink scar going down the lion's left eye.
The scarred lion sneered, his bright green full of annoyance as his voice steeped irritation. "It's not polite to stare."
The cub instantly looked away with a whimper. "Sorry, sir."
"Hmph." the lion grunted. "What's your name, boy?"
The cub gulped before stuttering. "I-i-i-i-it's..J-J-J-J-J...Jicho."
"Well...Jicho. You owe me your life and as for you paying off your debt. I have a job for you."
Jicho nodded before scampering after the lion, with the hyenas towing behind.
A Few Weeks Later
Jicho ran through the Pridelands as though his life depended on. But it did. True it was all apart of Scar's plan to get in good graces with his family pride again. After he murdered a bunch of lions apart of a long running guard with a powerful roar, no one wants to be bothered.
But if Jicho gets caught before he was supposed to. Well, it won't be for show. So Jicho kept running until he spotted Scar with his brother and mother, the queen of the Pridelands. Queen Uru.
"Help!" Jicho yelled before tumbling out of control when Banzai swiped at his heel.
As the hyenas closed in Scar jumped in and 'attacked' the hyenas and chased them off before the rich brown lion returned.
"Are you alright, kid?" Scar asked. His eyes daring the dark red cub to do anything that would ruin his plan.
"Y-yes. Thank you, sir for saving me." Jicho repeated his well practice line.
Scar nodded before leading him to a odd rock formation with a cave on the ledge, where he came across a dark tan lioness.
"Scar, you're back." the dark tan lioness purred, her hazel eyes shinning with affection.
Scar ignored her before flopping down with a grunt. "Sheefta, meet Jicho. He's going to help me kill my brother."
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It's been two and a half years since Jicho began to live with Scar. Now Scar was four and a half years and a uncle to a bubbly, annoying nephew and equally annoying niece.
This particular day, Jicho was in charge of starting a stampede with the hyenas.
After snapping at the wildebeest, Jicho stood on top of the gorge watching the herd trampling towards the unexpected Simba. With a satisfied grin, the dark red lion headed to where his sire stood.
No, Scar wasn't his father. But the rich brown lion raised him and he owed everything he was to the lion. Scar was done wrong and it would be his honor to help Scar get what's rightfully his.
"You've done well." Scar praised. "As in return. You may leave and scout out a place you want. When you find the one you want. Return and I'll aid you."
Jicho nodded before watching Scar head down the gorge with Shenzi, Banzai and Ed following.
Jicho turned and ran off in the direction of the eastern border. He wanted to visit the mountain territories that he knew of the prides up there where ruled by Mufasa's friends.
As Jicho crossed a wetland, he came across two separate paths. He decided to travel up the right path, where he came across a decent sized pride.
The sounds of juvenile laughter caused Jicho to peer over a bush to see two cubs, one a creamy cub with a scruffy creamy tuff on his head oldest in pursuit of the younger creamy gold cub.
"Try and catch me, 'Hunty!"
The creamy cub frowned in determination. "I told you not to call me that!"
The three month creamy gold cub giggled before turning, sharply causing the six month creamy cub to crash into a nearby pond. The creamy gold cub sat on a ledge over the pond laughing.
"Hunter! Kiara!" came a deep voice followed by the familiar apparence of one of Mufasa's friends, King Jesús.
The light gold, dark brown maned lion had a bright smile as he looked at the cubs with a light in his soft dark brown eyes. "It's time to go. Your mother is expecting us for dinner."
Jicho tuned out the lion as he grinned. He found his pride. With a head full of fantasies of the future, Jicho turned to head back to the Pridelands for his sire's aid.
Two Years Later
King Jicho went to scout the wastelands on the other side of the Pridelands for Scar when he came across a unconscious young lioness.
A truly beautiful lioness, that looked strangely familiar. Shaking his head, Jicho grabbed the goldish lioness and placed her on his back.
A day later, the lioness awoke. Causing memories of a annoying princess to bombraided his head. Stara. Such a beauty. She didn't recognize him, which went in Jicho's favor. Easier to court and mate her.
By time Jicho became pregnant, young Kiara was old enough for his attention. She hated him.
Jicho, after all killed her father, Jesús and her older brother, Hunter. So Jicho had to take things in his own paws.
It was the night of Kiara's hunt when he entered the young lioness' private cave with a hunger look in his gold eyes. His tan muzzle curved into a smile as he seen the young lioness, just leaving her teenage stage in the back of the cave. Her doting green eyes were wide and full of fear as she pleaded for her innocence.
"Please King Jicho! Don't do this! Please!"
Now she addresses me with respect, Jicho ruefully thought.
A soft breeze entered the cave, tossing Jicho's darker red mane as he smiled. He circled the young creamy gold lioness before mounting with force.
Kiara cried out as she was penetrated with intense amount of pain. She tried to crawl from under her attacker but Jicho moved so his weight was pinning his victim to the cave floor. Tears fell rapidly from her eyes as he increased his speed. He didn't care that blood was leaking down the young lioness' legs as he duged his sharp black claws in her thighs.
The sensational pain caused her to scream at the very top of her lungs. Jicho grunted as he picked up the pace after feeling his climax nearing. After digging his claws deeper into the lioness' thighs he growled before bitting his victim in the back of her neck, hard. Not even caring that blood was leaking. After he finished, he back up and smiled smugly.
Pleased with himself he turned and strutted out the cave, leaving the young lioness broken and crying tearless sobs.