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Awooooooooooooooooooo! Another night another moon, another story but same old lonely wolf. I tell you a story to look into Brasta Septims "The Lion King: Through Simba's Eyes" well worth a read anyway here my latest and not so greatest piece enjoy.
A Girls Claws
Chapter 1: Salvation
The pale silhouette of a small tan cub slumbered at the tip of Pride Rock happily letting the day grind itself to a close. She lay blissfully unaware of the pair of brown eyes gazing at her from afar. A glob of dirt smacked into the side of Simba's face breaking his gaze. Simba fell to his side his shiny golden coat contracting dirt. He glared up water filling his right eye fighting the tears. A brown cub slowly emerged from the blurry mess that was Simba's vision.
"What were you staring at loser?" a girls voice called out. Simba whimpered inside but held his angry gaze. Not a word escaped his clamped jaws.
"I said what are you staring at loser!" the girl snarled again. Simba said nothing but turned his head hiding his tear filled eye. The girl came closer smiling sadistically.
"You little mute freak, do you love her? Is that it do you love her?" she taunted. Simba turned and bounded off away from the laughing girl the tears finally falling from his eyes. The pain inside him the constant nagging loneliness that ground away at his emotions dominating his mind left Simba with the notion that life sucked. Simba wasn't a mute he was perfectly healthy he just decided to be quiet most of the time and admire life's beauty.
Not seeing where he was going Simba ploughed into something solid and was knocked back with a groan. When the lights had finished popping in his vision, it filled with tan. Right in front of him was Queen Sarabi standing beside her cub princess Nala.
Hastily the young golden cub bowed before the queen to her amusement.
"Where were you heading little one?" the queen asked kindly. Simba lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Hmph… well you must come back home with us your mother will be worried." Sarabi ordered. Simba nodded bowing once more as his mother had instructed him to. He politely waited for Nala and Sarabi to finish drinking from a nearby pond and followed them home. The sun had turned orange and was beginning to set leaving the Pride lands in a beautiful orangey glow. Every chance possible Simba stole a glance at Nala who seemed to be ignoring him. Simba looked down and watched the ground slowly disappearing under his feet to be replaced by new. With a heavy heart he climbed the side of Pride Rock with royalty until he got to the top. Up at the top the scornful girl leered at Simba with cruelty in her eyes. She mumbled so that only Simba could hear.
"I knew you'd come back you cowardly loser" she hissed bring pain back into Simba's lonely heart. What he didn't see was Nala's curious expression directed towards him.
"Why do the other cubs hate you?" she asked curiously. Simba shook his head angrily.
"Because I don't talk much" he answered truthfully. Nala cocked her head to one side.
"Why don't you?" Nala asked inquisitively. Simba shrugged his shoulders, and then he noticed that the blue orbs beside him were burning into him and he blushed. Nala arrived to a slowly formed conclusion.
"I want you to hang around with me from now on" she stated simply and kindly. Simba felt a fluttering in his chest and turned bright red.
"T…thank you your highness" Nala rolled her eyes.
"Just call me Nala I want to be friends with someone" she replied sadly. Simba could almost feel the burning loneliness that radiated within Nala's heart, it was the same feeling he had on a regular basis.
Simba smiled warmly offering the kindness his heart was filled with.
"Ok Nala" he said quietly but happily.
Nala grinned back and followed her mother inside Pride Rock; Simba remained outside thinking for a few moments more about his new friend. The chilly night air stabbed at him like knives but the warmth the tan girl had left him with inside would be enough for him to brave any weather. Simba finally decided to go inside; he wandered over to his mother, an expression of relief swept across her features.
"Oh Simba where were you?" Simba lay beside her tiredly.
"Just standing outside at the mouth of the den" Sarafina looked concernedly at her cub.
"Is everything alright Simba?" she asked worriedly.
"I made a friend" he stated simply, Sarafina breathed a sigh of relief at last.
"Oh, and who would that be dear?" Sarafina asked.
"Princess Nala" Simba mumbled. Sarafina looked stunned beyond words for a moment.
"Isn't she the girl you have a crush on" Simba turn a fiery red.
"I do not have a crush on her" he hid his head in his arms and slowly went to sleep blissfully unaware of what the future would hold.
Very brief I know, but getting the starting blocks is damn near impossible at times. Hope you enjoyed my first chapter of the first long fic in a while. I'm hoping to update very soon and the wolf will be back in business. Till next time dear readers. Awoooooooooooooooooooo!