(the entire conversation between Nala & Scar is from the Broadway song "The Madness of King Scar" and so obviously I take no credit. I even tried to use the same moving elements from the play, but obviously, as they are lions and not people, I had to tweak it.)
A lioness stood atop of the ridge of Priderock. Her coat the color of pale sand, gleamed in the relentless heat of the sun. She was younger than the other's of her pride, only barely counted as an adult. Yet, despite the youth about her, she was beauty in it's self. Her face was a lovely shape, and almost delicately sculpted into perfection. Well muscled and strong, despite the famine that was all around her. Her blue-green eyes glittered with strength and nobility, pride and courage. As if not even the world could conquer her.
Blue-green eyes cast down a saddened glance over the Pridelands. Once beautiful and full of life, all that remained was a shadow of what it grandeur of what it had once been. The ash-colored ground was cracked and broken from drought, the river bone dry. Even at the distance between what was once rolling plains and herself, Nala could see the scattered bits of white. Bones that had once belonged to the inhabitants of the now desolate landscape, picked clean by ravenous hyenas.
The lovely lioness released a long, troubled sigh. She had turned the plan over and over again inside her head, having formed it over months of brooding and a childhood of tragedies and despair. Somewhere, deep in her memory, Nala could not help but remember what this land once looked like. It had been lush and green, with a good king to rule them. Now…
Where she had once sought protection from others, the lioness had now grown hard. She no longer needed another to look over her shoulder, for the hardships under which she had been raised she could provide and defend herself; Even if the pride was still helpless under the power of Scar and his hordes.
"Nala?" A feminine voice broke the sand coated lioness's thoughts, and she turned her head from the devastation before her and towards the strong face of the queen. Sarabi drew close in her powerful gait. Her heart was still venerable after the death of Mufasa and her son, yet the dusky lioness had seemed to toughen when she released just how much her people needed her. She put on a strong face to lead the others of her pride even if she did not feel strong herself.
The younger stepped back from the ridge, lowering her head respectfully towards Sarabi. None of the lioness showed an ounce of respect towards their King, yet they still followed their queen with a willing heart. She was the only thing that was left of a once prosperous reign.
"What are you doing up here?" Sarabi questioned as she drew to a halt beside her son's former betrothed.
"Someone has to stand up to him." Nala's words were strong and defiant. To any other listener, it would appear as if she had avoided the queen's question in it's entirety, but Sarabi knew exactly what the other was speaking of, and now understood the answer to her question by simply reading between the lines.
Solemnly, the dusky queen nodded her head. Suddenly feeling much older than she in truth was. She had tried before, but to no avail. Scar had not listened to a word she had said. This, she told the other.
Nala shook her head, as if to clear her mind. "He won't listen to you because of who you are; Mufasa's mate, our queen." Sarabi of course, was not being called queen by anyone else but her pride. "I am someone different, and don't have any to your family." Besides the fact she was once betrothed to Simba. She sighed inwardly, remembering back on the day they had found that out. "Perhaps, he might just listen to another voice."
Sarabi shook her head, speaking in her musically rich tone. "You may try, but I doubt you will succeed. He is mad." True words of course, at least, in the eyes of the lioness. "Good luck." She offered Nala a soft smile.
Giving quiet thanks, Nala sauntered towards the cave that had once been a den to all of the members of the pride that wished to shelter there. Now, it was almost the sole area that Scar confined himself in, alongside the now trapped Zazu. Lifting her chin in a defiant manner, the sandy lioness padded into the shadow of the room, her tasseled tail held listless behind her as she silently entered.
Those bright eyes of her landed directly on the copper figure with a matted black mane, hatred suddenly sparking in them, as she listened to his words from the shadow. He was singing! Everyone around him was starving, and the king was in his cave singing on a fat belly.
"Scar!" She hissed, stepping from the shadows and descending deeper into the cavern. Her face hardened by answer.
"Oh, Nala...!" Verdant eyes flickered towards the lioness. "Your timing couldn't have been more perfect." There was a sudden slyness about him as he turned about and lifted his head high, in a kingly manner. "My, how you've grown."
Ignoring his suddenly softened tone, the sandy-lioness did her best to ignore his tone and the flicker in his green eyes, putting on a brave face and glowering back at him stubbornly. She spoke in a pleading manner. "Scar you have to do something. We're being forced to over hunt!"
As she spoke, Nala noticed how he seemed not to even take heed of her words, instead he continued to give her an intent stare. Not one to be turned down, she continued. "You're the king, control the hyenas!" Still, he seemed to be off distant, ignoring her very words and instead just staring at her, a faint flicker of a grin on his lips.
"You're destroying the Pridelands!" Her voice dropped suddenly low and dangerous, full of disgust. Correcting her tone, Nala's voice softened into a plead. "Look if we stop now don't you see? There's still a chance for things to be alright again!"
Suddenly, the king sprang to her side. Sidling against her and nuzzling her sandy pelt at the shoulder. "Come sweet Nala, it's written in the stars!"
A shocked expression crossed the lioness's face, as if she didn't understand his actions at all. "Wait. What are you doing?" She sidled away, suddenly becoming fierce and raising her voice. "Are you listening to me?!"
As if he hadn't even heard her words, he continued onward, voicing his fantasies aloud. "We'll create a host of little Scars!" He sidestepped towards the lioness again.
"What are you talking about?" Nala snapped, suddenly coming very alert. Stepping sideways, she swung around so that her haunches were towards the cave exit, facing the lion king. Scar approached once more, and the sandy lioness took a step backwards. "Get away from me!" She demanded, raising a paw when he didn't. "Get awa...!" She slapped him, swiping him across the face with claws exposed and knocking the coppery lion away from her before springing backwards and out of range, ready for a fight.
"Nala! You know how I loath violence" Scar's voice suddenly dropped to a low hiss, verdant eyes glittering dangerously as he slunk down, as if he was preparing to pounce. "One way or another, you will be mine!" He snapped suddenly.
Matching his anger, the lioness lifted her head nobly high and snapped back. "Never Scar, never!" Before wheeling and racing out of the cave.
"You belong to me!" Scar spoke after her, knowing the lioness heard his words before calling out in a booming voice. "You all belong to me!"