CHAPTER 8 – He deserves it
As Sarafina and Nala were on their way back to Pride Rock, they were discussing what concerned the bargain which they had made with Tsavo and Giza. Nala was quite surprised about how her mother had thought everything up. She also had no doubt that Scar had to be overthrown, even if she preferred to think that the rogues wouldn't actually kill him, rather than simply force him to leave along with his hyenas. She was more worried about how the two lions would seize control over the pride, and if they were ever appropriate. Her mother shared none of her fears, however. When Scar and the hyenas are gone – she said – everything will be much better. Neither Tsavo nor Giza could possibly turn out to be worse rulers that the present one… As they were having their conversation, they came close to Pride Rock. There were no lionesses around, so they assumed that the pride was already on it's way for the afternoon hunt. Suddenly, they noticed that someone was still there after all. A dark male was rolling in his sleep, lying in the shade on top of a rock. The two lionesses were petrified to notice that they have totally forgotten about Scar. When he opened his eyes, they became even more terrified. The king lifted his head and gave them an angry glare. He looked around, and seeing none of the other huntresses, he stood up and jumped from the rock, landing in front of the dazzled pair.
-Sarafina? Nala? What the bloody hell are you doing here at this hour? – he growled at them.
-Oh, we were just… - Sarafina did not have an answer ready for him.
-You were what? The rest of the pride is out hunting. Sarabi keeps telling me all the time about the many troubles you're having, and despite that you two decided to take the day off?
-It's not like that, Scar… - Nala tried to protect them, but that was clearly a mistake.
-I didn't ask you, you lazy brat! – Scar roared, giving Nala a slap on the face. Once again striking in the same spot as he did before. The young lioness groaned, but her mother was immediately there protecting her from any other possible attacks, standing in front of the king and Nala with bared fang, growling furiously, ready to leap forward and attack. Also her daughter stood up and started to growl. Scar, quite startled, made a step back, adopting a protective stance and observing the lionesses carefully. He was alone against two. It the case of an attack his chances would have been meager, so he decided to use something which was a much better weapon for him than strength- his cunning mind and swift tongue. He made an awkward grin, and addressed them with an attempted confidence.
-Oh ladies, why are you so edgy? What are you trying to do, threaten me? Well you better watch out. How would it look like for the rest of the pride if you tried to harm me? Everybody would think you were attempting a… coup d'etat, or something like that. And what of the hyenas? They would probably feel obliged to avenge their ruler. Tell me, Sarafina, do you remember when Nala was a cub and she strayed to the Elephant Graveyard along with Simba? She barely got out alive, almost being ripped apart by the hyenas. Wouldn't it be sad for you to see how they fulfill what they have failed to do all those years ago?
Nala kept on growling furiously despite what Scar was saying. Sarafina on the other hand lowered her ears, pain and sadness appearing in her expression on the mentioning of that tragic event from the far past. Seeing that, also her daughter slowly hid her fangs and silenced, eventually.
-Heh, good girl – the king laughed, taking a more calm stance. He approached Sarafina boldly and looked at her with his mocking smile. -Now, get your lazy arses to the hunting grounds, if you may.
The king turned around, swinging his tail right in front of the lionesses' noses, and then quickly climbed the edge of Pride Rock, disappearing within the den. When he was gone, Sarafina let go of her emotions. She gave away a loud roar of fury, scratching a nearby tree with her claws.
-RAH! It won't be long now, it won't be long at all! I don't care what Sarabi of this helplessness! This so-called bastard of a king is going down! Then I will dance at his grave, I swear I will!
Nala came up to her crazed mother and held her tightly. They both fell into tears, but even though they felt awful, they now had a little light of hope inside them.
AN: Some are pressuring me to reveal the future development of the story… Patience, patience my friends! But never the less, thank you for the reviews, they keep me going XD