The Lion King: Bleeding Paws

by TheLegendaryBlackDragonKnight

Retribution is the name for this hyena who is rescued from living a life in the gorge, and taken to her clan to become what his father and mother wanted him to become. As soon as memories of what led Jeyluxhal into being who he is today returns to his mind, he's out for blood and to give some hell to what the pride in the Outlands had done that night. The C.O.L means little to him

9. Timon and Pumbaa

In the Pride Lands, a early morning had risen with the skies forming into the raining blue that fell upon the serengeti following the ascension of Simba as the new king and after the fall of Scar; though this time around there was more salmon to flamango and lemonade to crepe to blush pink elements thrown into the mix, as well as the rising sun on the borders of the lush yellow tall grass fields that had at least one acacia tree for each it's own which leaned over to the offward right side. It just ain't the Pride Lands without that sunrise in the red dawn that's soon mellowed out into this cool morning. Our meerkat Timon had gotten up this early so he could find himself a special breakfast, one that Pumbaa wouldn't eat up when they're found. Using his navigational skills he left the Hakuna Matata Falls, hoping to come across whatever grub could be found in places that he would look in

"Boy, this morning's gonna be great; got some nice cool air to go with a ton of fresh bugs to find. Heh... 'least Pumbaa's still asleep otherwise he'd carry them all in his stomach before we can dig in. Alright... enough talk, prepare to be found" Timon cracked his knuckles, flexing them out a little bit before he got started

In spite of being infamous for his awful sense of direction, he marched on in search for some of the more special fresh grub of bugs that Pumbaa would've definitely gotten his red snout into had he not woken up earlier before him; thankfully he did just that. Looking for some rocks in which trust him, there aren't that many in the area he's checking in and there wasn't much of a special grub of bugs underneath to be exact. What he's actually looking for is one of the more uncommon ones like not only the rare annual Utamu Grub but also a Madagascar hissing roach which is said to taste like chicken. But while Timon got off to a good start in the early morning within the Pride Lands, elsewhere out there in these lands someone's looking hairier these days and speaking of that; we believe it's time for a summarization of what has happened down below and matter of fact the Utamu grub's how they met Bunga when they were lookin' for a reasonable sized batch of them. Another thing that should be mentioned is that he's not here at the Hakuna Matata Falls with them, that's really odd for him to not be at their home and he's been awfully quiet; what happened? That's what we want to talk about on this new morning

Turns out following the play that the Lion Guard was so highly embarrassed by no thanks to their portrayals and out of all five members, Bunga was the most terrified he's ever been by how off-the-handle that Jeyluxhal flew off from by attacking and actually taking a step closer through killing the actor that portrayed a mean, cynical, arrogant, blatantly showing all but a unhealthy amount of favoritism to his daughter and a open racist to hyenas version of Simba. The king of the Pride Lands was made aware of it after but that's not the point now is it? That hyena blowing a gasket frightened the audience, the residents of the Pride Lands who could actually enjoy that anti-hyena rally convention of a theatrical play because it's a bad parody to begin with; but it's so bad that it's good in their book for how inaccurate they compared it to real life. All he had to do was come up, and speak his opinion that he was very angry about being the main antagonist because the director was lazy; not go mad all of a sudden and start attacking the performers on stage. But oh that's right they forgot one thing: Jeyluxhal doesn't talk, he's a mute who can't say anything from the mouth but rather from his face which wasn't always exactly clear on what he's saying. Hadithi later talked to the other animals who were gathered at the ceremonial nest about what he did was wrong, since then they've started to rethink their behavior on how they're taking these harmful jokes to heart but most of these Pride Land residents don't think they were being mean to the hyena that blew a gasket and flew off the handle right in front of them. Come to think of it where was that hyena exactly? Jasiri hadn't seen him since that rainy morning when he killed that zebra bully by eating him alive, after he revealed he was the one responsible for turning it into an type of anti-hyena insurgency recruitment rally convention by using the Lion Guard to disguise the true motives. Where was he now? Out there somewhere he's still here, but he's ashamed and embarrassed of his portrayal which garnered notoriety by thinking he was a misogynist for how he hated himself being played by a woman; an actress which was supposed to be a play on how much he awfully resembled Shenzi. Hell, that woman would've even attacked them for laughing at them. Nevertheless, what matters the most to him is that it's over and he doesn't have to see Jasiri again; he didn't want to see her, but she thought otherwise and wanted to at least make him know that she too hated the play. She only wanted to make him happy after seeing him down for a couple of days, and all he had to do was hear her part of what happened

As he roamed about searching every corner, every crack in the log and leaving no stone left to be unturned or unflipped; the meerkat found a blue scarab rhinoceros beetle whom of which landed on a rotting log that was riddled with holes. Now's his chance but... wait, he better be careful as the last time this happened with Pumbaa; their best friend got together with a lion who used to be his friend and now the queen of the Pride Lands here. It wasn't always like it that way but she did hunt them if not for the intervention of their friend Simba, he wasn't all that well according to the others but that might be because he's fallen ill; he's not what was happening to him and it's definitely not Kenge's venom nor Sumu's poison that's making him feel under the weather. Ah but what does he know? He's worried for the once little guy now turned king of the Pride Lands for sure, really he is but that blue scarab might be getting away from him at that instance so he ain't gonna let that bug escape; it will be on his menu. He was sneaking up on it before it flew off, god dammit he better tail and corner it to somewhere in which there was no escape

Wanting to conceal his breathing he stuffed his mouth with a slop of honey, which had it's up to downs like being awfully quiet in hunting but being incapable of calling for help if he's run into trouble. Therefore he used it wisely, and so began the tailing of the blue scarab with him hiding behind every rock and into every bush so that he may still be in range but he's going to be out of sight at the same time. The tension was ever so increasing but ever so going to have him starved for more by the time he comes to corner the bug, oh man this is getting tense he thought halfway through; the wait was killing him, either that or the deliberating thought on how Pumbaa would come out at any second to eat the bug before he gets the chance. It's not looking so well here on the field and when he saw up ahead that there was a cave, now it's an easier hunt for him

Chasing the blue scarab all the way to the entrance of the cave, he was close at hand and with it now in sight; there was no reason to keep hiding as the bug might've been consumed in the onslaught of fear if there was any grub to even feel fear itself. He's got 'em now and what's a better time to spring out, leap into the air and lunge forward than this? It's a bad idea since it was not only Timon being rash as Uncle Max from his meerkat colony seem to have not taught him about choosing his battles wisely as he's busy with his tunnels, but his Papa Richards was in a vore-based situation involving Shenzi and it's a shame with since he's been raised by the two of them; his uncle never talked about having a sister either which the same happened to his Aunt Anny involving Ed this time round, same thing happened with his Uncle Max but he survived so there's that. Leaping out forward and lunging towards the blue scarab, he crashed into a sensitive part of this unstable cave before it collapsed trapping him inside; dammit and the blue scarab escaped through the hole that provided sunlight above, the honey that was in his mouth for concealing his breathing was spat out on impact when he struck his stomach on a rock. He brought himself up from above the hard stone and looked at the entrance

"Oh brilliant... but I think I see a- oh yeah I do see it" Timon came over to some hanging vines that were overgrowing on the walls though one of them alone was in his reach, tearing down one to use as a way out through the hole. "Alright, here it goes" He threw the vine up onto an ledge where it was caught in between the narrowly split cracks, tugging it a few times so that he was able to know that it's secured in place

He started to climb up the makeshift vine rope that was swaying a bit back and forth whenever he ascended further, unknown to him was that he picked a really bad spot for throwing it up on the ceiling because one of the cracks had a sharp jutting stone coming out from the side; it's not just putting a strain on the vine moreso than him climbing onto it to the top, but the swaying is tearing the plant's structure through repeated strokes and rough abrasions. Atop of that, it was not a very strong vine that he tore off for himself from the wall and it was still light green as it meant that it's not old enough support the meerkat's weight. Unwisely, he was nearly there at the top when he started to slip before he held on tighter to the weakening vine; his hands are coated in sweat which was not helping him stay steady while climbing his way to freedom. He then tried to thrust himself up which swayed him a little more forward, nearly severing the vine he was on but only then did his rope to the outside Pride Lands snap when the strain started to form a series of miniature snapping threads that all came undone one by one; he whimpered as he was nearly there before the vine broke. Sending him crashing to the ground with a great fall

"Oh no, no!" He slammed against the floor on his back as the ripped vine landed atop of him, as when he did recover and saw the damage report on his escape attempt; he resorted to cries of someone to come help him and screams of saying that he's trapped. "Hey, someone help me! I'm trapped in this cave, Pumbaa if you're there buddy; get me out of here! Bunga, Simba, help me!" He pounded as loud on the collapsed entrance as much as he could in hopes that he could be freed

Every now and then he tried to find a way to get out, though with each rumble of his stomach it resulted in madness because he didn't get far in his bug hunt; all because Bunga wasn't there as he's scared of the hyena that blew a gasket off the handle. Where was he now, everyone who witnessed it wondered... as it was said before previously

He never left the Pride Lands...

No instead he was sleeping in a newer, expansive if not exposed through the hanging banyan to weeping willow vines to leaves that allowed the sunlight to peak on inward to shine into a series of light rays; small holed beams that bathed the hyena under the dark brown wet and dampened logs, carpets of vibrant green grass to to dark blackish brownish soil with mud for the walls to inner supports appearing more stable yet as if there's a prince. He considered himself on the same level as The Prince from his and his father's favorite story, which showed all but the nastier side of him; this however felt like it was showing the unstable side that of his unhinged ways of dealing how not to blow a gasket off the handle, but it was what gave him a foothold into stating his point as clear as he could with the lack of a voice for him to say. This was Jeyluxhal, the Hyena Prince of the Shadowlands since that was the title he called himself under but hasn't used for a long time once he was adopted under his first lover created from the bond between them, Shenzi who raised him to become whom he was now and has since developed a personality of his own; though it's not one that defined him given the negative traits that were overpowering the real him as someone who was emotionally unstable, one that was sullen and one who didn't feel so good like he had a illness that he's been keeping awfully quiet about. He's been living in this newer den because he didn't feel comfortable at his father's anymore, never him who has felt so disrespected before all because he alongside his father were targeted as the ass of the joke being made by them; claiming it's harmless but promoting the sins of the fathers by saying that they're no different from the older ones who lived here before. These animals are dumber than gorilla shit and they're the gentle giants of the kingdom here who are smart too, smart enough not to racially provoke a hyena incapable of speaking so he couldn't tell them to shut up and leave them alone; and his father for everyone calling him a fat, stinkin' abusive drunk

Long since the shame of hurting Jasiri had left him, he no longer considered her his friend all for lying to him about cheering his forlorn self by bringing him to a play that used the Lion Guard's image; only for it to turn out to be anti-hyena propaganda when it's true colors were revealed before a live audience. Created out of spite from his bully zebra that he killed for mocking his dead mother, now it was over but at what cost? He was looking like utter horse shit if not worse than that: he had a darker shaded barbed shadow around his muzzle, his drooping brown eyes were drunk on his feral rage that he killed Dhalimu with and all things taken to account he was high off insomnia as a whole. His slobbering saliva was leaking out often, he no longer had his signature expression but instead had the front of his mouth closed while his fangs are bared on either side as if he's growling; his limited amount of vocals were exclusively limited to simply huffing through his back nose, heard giving off a giggle to a chuckle that gave off unwelcoming vibes of instability as if he's still ashamed for what he did. In the earliest morning when the sun hadn't risen above just yet, he was now standing upright on either hind leg strutting while his back was hunched over acting like he was a different being; wearing a caribou skin flap on his back to his exposed chest resting on either of his shoulders, having a shaggy to spiked border on either side of his black fur spine with his red hair tinted black mane mullet split into three with either side resting on either shoulder to a manskirt kilt made of bearskin and putting quite the focus on his upperbody through pull-ups using a branch that held his weight. He was looking like a near bultungin/werehyena as across North Africa, it's believed that there are men who could turn themselves into these beasts by night and commit all manner of unspeakable acts such as from grave robbing to cannibalism; the methods to shapes differ from place to place but all of which agree it's done through evil magic. In the language of the former empire that once stood known as the Bornu, these people were called the bultungin hence that title that came before

Living off as a rogue lonewolf like his father did when Najira was alive back then as a young pup, the hyena exited out of the new den as he looked back on the seven days of his survival before Shenzi found him; which took a toll of weakness onto him just mourning his goodbye to her, he still missed her for raising him in her clan so he doesn't have to feed off anymore rare scraps in the wildebeest gorge. He wanted to say something to her even but he could only look up right into the skies as if Shenzi's watching him, he had never needed her more than ever at this time. But dammit he's more or less becoming obsessed over her like a lover who couldn't stay away, a lover whose commitment to abiding her wishes was fading; he spoke to her in his head that he failed her with keeping true to what she told him and what he agreed with. He wished there was some way to say it but he cannot, to openly ask for her forgiveness and pray that out in the borders of the Pride Lands that her paw could sift through his fur; and to let him know that she was still here with him. Nevertheless he breathed one out to clear his head and left his den to begin his routine, his infliction from Kukuza was gone but he looked worse in return. He started his day out with going to the hot mudfall spring where he set up the stone above, removed his caribou to bearskin and pulled the tri-coiled vine where the hot mudfall spring came to life; as the hyena shook when the first three mud slugs slammed against his back trudging down all the while he gave off a blubbering shiver in response, but embraced the heat as soon as all of it had rained down on him rapidly slowly descending into a flimsy layer of mud that he began bathing himself in

Take it from a hyena like him to know that you should not ask him to draw a progression of how mud slopped, slushed, dripped, trudged and slipped off the surface right after splashing against the wall with a nice meat slapping sounding splat; it's a pain in his ass and drove him over the edge of throwing an hotheaded tantrum when he couldn't undo his mistake that had ruined the image of the painting he was going for, scraping it off the wall that he used for painting just like good old Rafiki. Since that night some of the animals who did not attend Hadithi's meeting with about how his attempt to direct a play backfired because of executive meddling due to conflicts with attending, the animals had looked at Jeyluxhal with a sense of mental instability and even concern for his health. He walked on through having no beef or business for tending to with the others as they too know it out of the air of caution that he might blow a gasket like how he did last night, and as soon as he was out of their sight the hyena entered the Pride Lands to which the martial eagle at this time was flying above before she spotted him. Diving down having no time to spare a single "Anga Lenga (Aim for the Skies)" all the way towards him, but unlike the Guard themselves he stopped in his tracks as soon as she skimmed over his head while walking; not turning to face her as she stopped in the air and flapped her wings once before dropping to her position. He was not intimidated by her landing that looked like she was going to attack to which she picked up from his facial expression, however limited of what she saw from his back it may've been

After a few minutes of not facing her, he simply nodded letting the martial eagle know that he acknowledges that she is present. "That was some first meeting and fight" She recalled

Jeyluxhal lowered his head a little as his left eye that she could see narrowed itself, expressing subdued self-loathing but from what she guessed correctly it was not about him hurting Jasiri; in fact he didn't want to see her again, questioning her presence as to what brought the martial eagle to him of all early mornings

"I said before that this ordeal wasn't how I wanted to meet you, but I hope you're happy about having your revenge on that actor portraying Simba. Everyone's afraid of what you'll do to them next if they cross your path and both of us know that's not how you deal with things, whatever you thought you did was right doesn't change the fact you were overreacting; but I wasn't acting right last night either... and it was on the impression that you've snapped and were about to try to kill someone who was concerned about you" Anga admitted that she too was no better than him, her tone of voice softening when she brought up her role in what she did to him to defend Jasiri

The silent hyena let out a low growl at her calling Jasiri his friend, at this time she was farthest from a friend that he ever had; now that hyena was only mocking him once he let himself be as vulnerable as he could to her right in front of everyone around him. She huffed one out, with to her knowing that he was far too fresh off the night he was raging because of those anti-hyena supporting jerkass animals who wanted to be at their worst ever; having him be killed by their king at the end because he was the unforeshadowed main antagonist. What ails him? Really, it has got to be more than this that's attacking him personally from the inside; all she could do to help him was this but her help can go no further due to scarce background he refuses to discuss using his speech disorder as a excuse not to. She leaned a little to the left to see his face that's obscured by his bangs, taking off a little bit from the ground and hover in front of him to see his eyes were both obscured by his mane; but his left ear raised itself a little, twitching as it folded overhead into a flap with both ears ready to listen for whatever scorn she had left

"I really advise that you go and see Rafiki at his baobab tree, it's some distance from the Pride Lands in the savanna out there but you'll know where it is when you see it" She spanned her wing over to the specific direction that Jeyluxhal looked towards for a long period of time, it was the same tree that led him to rediscovering his father and his old friends that though he's been opening up to Kuplinka; he never opened up to the others simply because he has so much on his mind that he can't stay focused. Anga started to leave herself. "Rafiki can help you, even he knows when one or more come to his tree for his wisdom and guidance" She told him as she turned her back and took off

Jeyluxhal moved his bangs to the side for Anga to see his face, scarred with evermore streaks of red as she hovered in place while in the air flapping her wings; turning back to face him when his expression displayed a greater deal of the feral rage that lingered with him after killing one of his bullies from the past. She had nothing to sugarcoat about his state of being, he spoke the words for her

"You look terrible..." After that, the martial eagle soared onward into the skies and right into the heavens while Jeyluxhal continued on his path and as to be expected though she advised him to see Rafiki for a private session with the mandrill; he expected her for both of them to know that he is not going to do that. He doesn't want to see Rafiki, he doesn't want to be with those he feels comfortable with; he just wants to be alone, and with the time he had from on his paws he was able to construct his own burrow den in the jungle section of the Pride Lands where it always gave off a early dawn to dusk in the twilight that comes in between. Nowhere near the Hakuna Matata Falls but definitely not near the Outlands, though like his actual home he did have a nice considerable view of Pride Rock like it was the Shelter of the Lion Guard

Once he was all nice and bathed in the hot mud springs he moved on to a ripping out a chunk of zebra meat, draining the blood into a paste that he used to slush his fangs before giving off an smile in the mirror; that of which cracked after not three seconds of looking at his face before the shattered pieces of fragments fell to the ground though a few in the upper left corner remain to show the hyena leaving. Third was when he leapt into the hot lake that splashed big around with some of the wildlife not being aware of his presence when he let one out that he's been buildin' up to this point of his morning, it was loud and it was smelly but man did it provide him relief with the bubbling hot gasses coming from behind him. He let out a breath of relief before he narrowed his eyes with a paw to his forehead, his expression self-flattering playfully as he called himself a naughty hyena; good timing too as one out of the next two to make up three of the wildlife that he could eat and not fall ill had floated up to the surface, taking the closest to him right before he left the lake. He shook himself dry and raised his mane, fluffing out them outer to inner neck fluff to look as large and intimidating as possible all while letting out a fang baring yawn like a brown hyena. He killed some wildlife of his own without having to raise his paw, never having to feel so better now that he doesn't have to suffer from his inflictions that the she beast had given to him. Freed of the burden that she brought onto him after that last laugh from her that gave him one last assault on his face, and it was the worst of them all; as soon as that foster mother bitch was killed, he felt happy for however little satisfaction it gave to him

In the bog he trudged through the mud filled raised log, digging and shoveling all of it outside to have it drip to the mud slop of a bog patented ground where he found a ogre's hand sized slug for him to lean down to pick up with his mouth; submerging it into water to clean off the bog's mud right before he left that area in of itself. Of course while he was at it, he got himself some grub to try himself for once; and as it's done little to provide him the muscle he had it is not so bad in fact, but he did figure that he could use some fresh air for himself. The taste of it may've not been bad but it wasn't about that, he just feels like he could use a nice stroll out there into the Pride Lands not interruptin' the others and getting the hell out of the predator's way; both of them know that he's not going to do that as he'll kill what he sees since that grub didn't really give him much for his stomach. Without further adu he left his new den, though it couldn't be described in detail as much as he would like to himself since there is more to this than what's being explained. All in due time will there be a clear description, all in due time... Jeyluxhal was not exactly well rested himself given that he started to let his insomnia guide him again; giving off the appearance that as if he were blind with his blank white pupils and grey sclera through drooping eyelids that flickered

Vocally heaving with a rumbling sounding rattle that rebounding off the walls of his throat as it was organically ribbed like any other living creature's would, the cutting edges of his mouth filled themselves with a bordered wall of slobber that started breaking into an series of half-dried streams down from his lips to the ground; slowly but surely in the meantime. That's not all because his movement was slower, his steps made him appear that he was disoriented as was him wandering about the Pride Lands while his mind guided him wherever. His drooping eyes had him hallucinate that with rising water swallowing him whole, it became a dark blue color before he suddenly washed ashore on the sands of Lahui Beach on the island of Kauai as the province of Kokaua Town lied ahead which in return was based off Hanapepe itself. There was something different about him as well as soon as he would awaken given this is his mind wandering off to think about something stupid, all so he can pass the time that there was in a day like this in the Pride Lands. His facial structure was like a inverted vertical trapezoid since the bottom was narrow like his chin while the top was side like his forehead, the sides of his face had downward sloping cylindrical topped rectangular shaped inward craters that made up his cheeks; his eyes were small but his nose was enough to extend downward to form an tall rounded top half for the bridge giving him Pharaoh based features though his nationality cannot be confirmed outright. He had no fur but what he had in return was a faint exotic tan undertone that was darker with a secondary olive skin tone overlaying his boosted brownish Middle Eastern color that came from the exposure to the sun he was living in throughout his lifetime, even having a golden shine that reflected off of him and with his mullet remaining the same as with his bangs that blocked his fang though some of which like in the real world can still be seen. Around his waist as he came ashore was bare legs which were smooth but what covered his lower body was... a kilt fashioned from a hyena's skin, no hang on now; he knows whose fur that belonged to and it wasn't his father that's for sure. Where was he?

Looking around in unfamiliar surroundings he found himself on a beach with some onlookers resting under the shades, umbrellas dug into the sand providing a safeguard against the heat and all inhabitants were tanned if not a few were sunburned as each of them carried with the people elements of Polynesian Mythology if he wasn't mistaken; it was Hawaiian... somethin' ain't adding up here. He carried on by standing on his legs and walking out of the shores from the water, turning to face everything that caught his eye which was about everything; even a shirtless sunburned bald man wearing shades and blue shorts as the white tank he supposedly wore was outlined on both sides, just holding a mint chip ice cream which unfortunately had melted to the point of slipping off onto the ground. The sunburned ice cream man just let out a breath of disappointment which had him stroke his back three times down for comfort right before he went on his way, covering his forehead with his arm when he stumbled about from the streets he walked down and the sidewalk he couldn't simply walk over but had to step on over which wasn't something he was comfortable with. Walking through what the natives of this island called Kokaua Town, based on the real life location of Hanapepe of Hawaii; he was lost in his sense of direction and didn't find much as he should when he continued through as if he's somehow familiar with this city, yet has never been here before outside what he could consider his home in the Pride Lands

Near the restaurant called Mulan Wok and the Karas Electronics Sales + Service television shop with various TVs displaying a old 70s to 80s based monster to zombie movie, he leaned near a slanting canopy roof's support beam and started to collapse under the heat exhaustion; it's all hell according to him if he had a voice. That's when some toddlers with the leader that being one with orange hair to blue glasses came riding down the street on a blue tricycle that had a pink color to the three wheels, two of them were more like bikes with training wheels which are both a pink and blue color as both of them had red pendant flags on the back. All of whom rode down the black asphalt road which burned the soles of his feet and because of his vision blurring out, he walked mindlessly that came at the price of the leader running over his foot's toes in an actually gruesome fashion like a hit and run; he let out a yelping scream in pain and started to bleed. The three toddlers to little girls stopped in their tracks when he walked over standing in front of them, his face written with a offensive expression but their leader didn't look sorry; no she just looked annoyed

"Who are you staring at? Move" Mertle demanded rudely to this gentleman who saw the hazard they're bringing onto themselves

The man's expression changed to that of a snarlish head shake, glancing at the street signs of which at no point or time said that these little kids can ride their bikes on a road like this; it's illegal and what they're doin' here is breakin' the rules as they're not using the crossroad that was next to them. However these little girls didn't understand him, and unfairly their leader decided to judge him when he held his bleeding foot to emphasize that she ran over him in the process of trying to cross the street; showing a unsympathetic gaze to what he was telling here using visual imagery to describe what she did to him

"Your fault, not mine; now get out of my way before I run you over" She threatened

The man snickered with a growlish laugh though his lips didn't change that frown and neither did his eyes that narrowed further, his arms were crossed and he stood his ground. His facial expression told her off by pointing out that one lil' tricycle and two full-on bikes aren't going to kill him by hit-and-run, like with what she did earlier to his foot which was bathing in red; one of the girls looked down on his bleeding toes and saw the dirty wheel track marks which also gotten into his nails. She was the second to speak to him

"We're sorry for running over your foot... and making it bleed... and uh, possibly getting dirt on your broken toenail?" Yuki apologized for Mertle running over him but the man looked at his bleeding foot, seeing that she really did break his toenail which he nodded to her. These are innocent little girls he's dealing with, and he would've gotten a move on had their leader not pushed him further by pulling this on him when he turned his back on her to leave

"Yeah and get out of here, the only one who would be friends with you is that weirdo living a older sister who has no parents; reminds me of you except you're stupid, you're not wearing any pants, you're the second ugliest dog I've ever seen because of your wet shaggy dog smell and you don't have any friends to stand up for. Not even a ohana"

"Yeeaaah!" The two other girls agreed in spite of them not really liking Mertle's bossiness

The man stopped in his tracks and bared his fangs, furrowed his brows before turning back as both arms were placed on the handles of her bike. His expression was steaming with hot gas, and what he was saying could only be described as telling her off about using that tone in his presence against him; telling her something here and it was that a bullet sounds the same in every language including his muteness, then telling her to stick a sock full of lead in it and in the process ending his rant on her lack of respect towards the mute by calling her a cow. He's also kneeling on one knee while leaning overhead with his hair dropping to the sides, before emphasizing her out of the three by pointing to her alone

"Ew! Get him away from me, I think I'm gonna get a disease" She reared back away from this man who pointed at her, mistaking him for a homeless man who wore animal skin for a dress around his waist and was contagious all throughout this confrontation

The poor man was through with the leader of the toddlers mocking him for his looks, being called a dog in the form of a derogatory insult and for not having friends at his side to stand up for him; so he took her bike by the handles again but flipped her off the seat which made her yelp. "Ow!" Slamming down on the tricycle three times with his pounding fists before he lifted it in the air, spinning around in a circle as he then kicked it with his bloody foot; running to kick it again until he took it with one hand on the handle and slammed it down to the road. Hoping that it was broken he turned to take a grimacing glare at the others asking in his way if anyone else would attempt to fill her her role, the other girls shook their heads and with that he ran

Leaping across the bushes in the neighborhood he leaned to one side when made a skidding slide that had his ankle fall on it's side, enacting a painful grunt as his soles were sore from all that heat emitting from the asphalt roads; that didn't stop his momentum in the slightest and went on running down the hill which had his legs divide themselves further away from each other the more he ran down, eventually his mistep caused him to fall and slide down the rest of the way on his back. Getting back up and running down the sidewalk where a studded rail-bridge was along with a stop sign, leaping across to the other side in the process as down the line there was a large hill where the road turned to the left; eventually making his way over to the cliffside that had a river which ran down the right side. Before him was a residence in which was in the middle of a heavily forested area just outside Kokaua Town, alongside a hill and next to the cliff overlooking the stream down below; a very long dirt driveway separating it from the rest of this Polynesian society in of itself. This house was on a large deck held on a series of stilts with a side addition built on a higher level along the hillside, and with it came a small extension for the living room on the opposite side; being accessed from the ground in front by a stairway with a intermediate quarter landing, underneath the house happened to be a open air carport where vehicles were stored safely from inclement weather. This house happened to have a backyard that's at the same lever as the house itself, with a small deck on top of a hill with a hammock to relax on; accessed from a light of stairs near the house itself which was yellow for it's walls, red for it's rooftops and green for it's supportive stilt beams

A beautiful young woman started up the car in the open air carport, she was strongly built but fairly slender with wide hips having olive skin to black hair that reached past her shoulders to her brown eyes; she wore a pinkish beige short sleeved midriff belly shirt that had a heart on the front with blue jean shorts, white socks and brown hiking boots as her most prominent of all outfits around here in Hawaii. She started to back up the driveway though she wasn't in an comfortable way traveling like this for someone who was nineteen years old, it was a raining day like this that their parents were driven off course and killed on impact from the car crash; she didn't see the man running towards their residence and accidently backed into him, with him getting hit by the back bumper in the stomach and banging his face against the trunk. All of that caused a hard glass banging sound loud enough to have the woman stop immediately, get out of the car and rush over to him in a matter of seconds

"Sir, are you alright?! I didn't see you back there!" Nani panicked seeing the bruising black to purple tinted marking that was forming on the man's forehead. Of all days to go out here and find a job to support what remained of their ohana, looks like she'll have to surrender the job of... well the worker who gave her the application told her that the pay was awful so consider helping this stranger an act of saving grace and a sacrifice at the same time; a saving grace as it would save her from the rumored awful pay and a sacrifice to keep the custody of Lilo that's in her hands, but no good deed goes unrewarded as she'll face the consequences for helping a man that she backed her car into. "I'll get you to a hospital, don't worry help's on the way" She calmed herself down as she carried the man into the backseat of her car before getting back to the driver's seat, driving away as soon as she could; she didn't want to have another burden on her shoulders when her and Lilo's parents died

Soon the illusion began to melt like the film tape that burned away after stopping, dripping to the bottom edge of the screen as hot light brown and tanned edges started to run down the background; slipping, sloping, slopping and trudging down until the whole reality that he imagined all around him was distorting and warping into the scene he saw before him. With a painless smack that impacted against his numb nose on the snout, he tasted disgusting if not the metallic taste of liquid copper that ran down his throat and felt on his tastebuds; vocally heaving with a rumbling sounding rattle that rebounding off the walls of his throat as it was organically ribbed like any other living creature's would, the cutting edges of his mouth had filled themselves with a bordered filmsy wall of slobber that started breaking into a series of half-dried streams down from his lips to the ground slowly but surely when he awakened off his daydream. Now with the mixture of liquid copper tasting substance running down his two holed black nose to the front bridge of his snout and dripping onto his tongue, that's not all as his movement was slower; his wandering motionless head made him appear that he was disoriented as was him lying on the grass of the Pride Lands while his mind woke him up as it was about time too, his drooping but raising eyes had him clear the fuzz and the hallucination that had rising water swallow him whole with various colored fishes including a orange one that held a peanut butter sandwich in it's thick lips said to control the weather faded. He was back to reality with a snap of the finger but dammit his head felt a seed of migraine hell that showed rapidly flashing dark saturated colors in his vision, all the while the outline of what looked like a snake was forming in front of him; looking at him even before all shapes to sizes and colors to shades aligned into one to become the Egyptian Cobra that looked at him with a rather questioning gaze that was not like him

This vicious predator yet the ass monkey of all jokes Egyptian Cobra like Jeyluxhal that pays no mind to others but themselves who were punished for livin' their own ways happened to be a sanguine to lotus red scaled snake, with a whisky to tacao and twine creamy tan color for his underbelly that had nutmeg brown horizontal lines that ran all the way down to the tail as well; his eyes were surrounded with a ferra purple to mondo and english walnut brown color for the inner edges. Both sides of the hood happened to be two backward facing and C-letter shaped marks that was smaller at the back but larger at the front, in a cosmic purple color just as his rounded backside to pointed front sided stripes along his body were; the hood itself is a horizontal-eight infinity symbol that was marked in an au chico red with both round circular eyes being in the same cosmic purple color. Finally, he wasn't as timid as he believed that the hyena before him was seeing him as; since he's a fierce, savage, aggressive as it's in the name and bloodthirsty when confronted but again he's not showing any signs of bloodlust to any of the other animals in the Pride Lands, no instead he was dozing out of a daydream and soon his vision cleared out to see the cobra before him who was named Ushari (Aggressive)

Jeyluxhal stepped off to the side slowly just before he stumbled a little, falling to his knees and leaning atop of a rock that held him up; keeping balance as his bearskin tunic started to slip to reveal more of his chest but was then wrapped around with some vine to maintain it properly on his chest. "Never ssseen a hyena tryin' his best to imitate Hodari before, what with that skink being able to stand and walk upright on both hind legs; and a job well done because you've just ssscared off my lunch" Ushari hissed at the end but took pleasure in the sight he was presented with

The hyena's half-turned expression could only be described as near sleeping eyes to a saliva coated mouth that was dripping on the rock, drying up on contact as as it ran down his lips to his bangs being moved to cover his expression that told him: "Laugh it up predator, because I ain't when I take out this morning fuzz on Bunga" and in doing so he placed a paw on his head stroking his snout before smearing his eyes to get rid of the fuzz from the sunlight at dawn

Ushari leaned back a little and analyzed his expression, the series of growls and the low spats of breaths that were exhaled through his bared mouth adorned in sharp fangs; which were an little exposed from what the Egyptian Cobra could see for himself. Both eyes were closed as he started to speak again. "Not talkin huh? As expected, you blew off some sssteam and for that you killed Simba or at least his actor. Ssshould've been Bunga but if the sssole intent behind that was to get on my good side by repeatedly laying the sssmackfuck on him, then let me tell you sssomething..." The cobra slithered up to the rock he leaned on for balance as he then leapt onto his back before leaning into his left ear to tell him his answer

"You without a doubt sssucceeded... beyond measurement, even more so because though that actressss made you talk; she had it coming since she knows nothing about one of Ssscar's loyal subjects until he died that night, but there's no reason to dwell on that" He shook his head at the end of what he thought of him

Jeyluxhal let off a low growl but not out of irritation, it was out of agreement as he was in no mood to speak about his time in Scar's reign as it too seems that Ushari was unaware that he's one who turned against him because of his betrayal and he enjoyed every moment of tearing him apart limb from limb to feed the fires; as well as their stomachs. Looking where he might have caused Ushari's lunch to be scared off to, he got up from the rock and started to saunter over to his perceived direction but the cobra constricted his body around his chest tightening himself for every step he took with his strut forwards

"Oh no, you're not sssauntering off to find something else for me to eat; I can do that without a paw to hold on all the way so why bother? Now if you'll excuse me, I alone have a hyrax to digest..." He slithered off him upon spotting a hyrax that was scampering about, sneaking up before he swallowed it whole with Jeyluxhal giving him a 'well-done' nod before he walked off

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No sooner than he walked two to eight miles in the expansive Pride Lands did he with all due coincidence conveniently reach a similar cave that looked like the same one as it did from the beginning, and there was even some fist pounding to hand slapping that is booming out from the other side like the tribal drums of the Zulu hunters who perform South African dances; he did see them once with a man in a chair falling from the sky as well as a man in long black hair wearing a white shirt with black pants, showing off his badass moves. A voice from the other side was heard though the hyena himself stood behind the cave that was once a lion's den, as evidenced by the bones that weren't seen inside at first. "Is someone out there? I can hear ya Pumbaa, buddy!"

Ah christ, not THAT redskinned warthog; if he was shoehorned to even Simba's presentation where he not only ripped ass so that the animals would pass out from that gaseous stench but fooling the king, queen, majordomo and royal mjuzi of the Pride Lands then what's the fucking point of calling Simba's presentation a beautiful and majestic sight? The voice from behind the cave called out again

"Pumbaa, buddy I'm in here; I'm trapped!" His voice was desperate but Jeyluxhal was still in his inner rant before he finally jumped aboard the back of the cave

To be true to the fool Shenzi, Banzai and Ed didn't really fall into the trap set up by Uncle Max as it was more about them escaping as the three climbed to the top of Pride Rock before Scar scapegoated them and the clan as the real enemy; being ejected out of the trap right in time to hear him say they were the enemy is bullshit and though it was shown in the earlier parts of this tale that's far from over, that was because the two of them didn't distract them for all that long just to keep Shenzi's Clan at bay from following Simba to the top. Oh wait a minute, this is their way of wanting Simba's story to focus on them and shoehorning themselves into everything; even have him age the day after his presentation, now that is rich right there and Jeyluxhal knew that they fell back to where most of the clan was before going up to back up a buddy that tried calling them out for Mufasa's murder. Christ, both of them are everywhere in that scenario from the presentation to Simba's enthusiasm to be king, the orchestration of Mufasa's death that he wanted no part in, the stampede which proves that there's a river at the edge of the wildebeest gorge which dumps them into the jungle and that alone is where he draws the line for the immeasurable amount of puzzlement and questions that arise. Fuck, why not shoehorn them into seeing Mufasa's spirit then? Hell, the only acceptable thing that he agrees on is the climactic battle on Pride Rock where they kept the three at bay but NOT for them to fall into the pit and be ejected right in time after Scar was thrown off from the summit

He climbed on top of the back where the voice told him from inside. "Yes yes, in here; get me out of here, pronto! The entrance collapsed when I went out and tried finding a... a special birthday grub, so we can... share it when that day comes! Yeah, that's it!" The voice lied to Pumbaa, not knowing that his buddy is a hyena that leapt off at the entrance

Turned out that the voice exaggerated the entryway into this cave little by little as he picked up a large vertical long to wedge a large hole inside, slipping inside in search of the voice as a trio of light spots could be seen as was the feet flapping against the stone once he stepped in down the steps; but suddenly the log began to chip and splinter as it was rotting, being in the unstable role of supporting the rocks that were weighing down on the tree. The source of the voice came running over to the splitting log. The meerkat ran over to the closing window that led to the outside world, falling to his knees with a slip before he rushed further. "NO!"

Timon arrived too late to the exit as the entryway was closed yet again but moreso because of the hyena that entered inside, becoming trapped too with him not showing an expression of disappointment that he was now inside with the same meerkat that hit on his mother; one who raised him as if he was her own to be exact. Speaking of him, Timon slapped and with his fist pounded the rock that closed on him again before he turned to face his bottle partner not knowing that it was a hyena due to being in a rush. "That hole was my only escape, and so was yours considering you just trapped yourself in here as well too"

He planted his forehead against the rock that was once a opportunity to escape, speaking lowly now right before he turned to Jeyluxhal who gave him a half-turned unconcerned look when he was called out for his action just now. "I woke up early to get myself a special grub breakfast because our nephew Bunga wasn't there and Pumbaa would dig into the rest of it if we went together, or more specifically the annual Utamu grub that comes once every year; it was what brought me and my buddy meeting that honey badger. Now you threw my morning effort into the garbage, you really don't live up to your reputation as leader of your own clan" He was talking out of his ass but that seemed to strike a cord in his unknown accomplice

Jeyluxhal stroked his three overhead arching bangs that reminded him of her, his expression had his eyes droop from the outer sides while being narrowed into horizontal slits and with a stance that was lower than usual; his fangs not being bared that much except for at the front, his mane being swept back to rest on his shoulders while he covered much of his face with a several line of bangs as he daydreamed about Shenzi. As with the orange to red stripe which went across his face as it did when he thought about that pup whose name he refuses to talk of, he was brought on by thoughts of the two of them reuniting after a long time; outside of that Timon began to suspect that something was wrong. To him what he believed is Shenzi was awfully quiet considering he spoke to her like that and she would've tore him a new hole in his ass, he then called him out again

"Ah wait a minute, ignore what I just blamed on you for a sec... step into the light. I want to see that face of yours" The meerkat had become suspicious and motioned for him to step to one of the rays of light

Not a single word exited as he did just that with a nod that he couldn't see clearly, the whole cave had a brownish tint with golden beaming rays providing the tannish color to the shadow surrounding them all; the darkness that was illuminated only through these lights though the two of their vision would be adjusted to see everything else better as well. Some plips and a platter or two from the hyena's paws were heard though Timon was trying to get a way better view of his cave accomplice here, stepping into the center where the meerkat earlier tied a rotting vine to climb on out as he felt a cold shower of intimidation once the hyena revealed himself to him. Timon was frightened at his sudden appearance but mistook him for being an female due to Shenzi's familiar three overhead curving bangs that he copied off of, an sign of looking up to the matriarch and tribute that he saw as he's one to bring out her motherly side even she wasn't aware of; but that is because the younger members of the clan are raised to provide before growing up and leaving the clan to join another. In order to relieve his fear he had to be honest with himself with just how awful he looked

"Jeez Shenzi, restless much? I know, I know... Banzai's greediness and bottomless stomach is enough to keep me up all night when he dreams; but come on I saw you like this before, just never this worse than usual and you can't hear me anymore can you?" Timon asked at the end while pointing out that he looked like shit and worse than before at the same time

Jeyluxhal was distant acknowledging that Timon was the one who tried woo and propose to his adoptive mother just like he witnessed on the day Simba returned to Pride Rock, and took back his throne with a swipe of his claw as the king just like his father before him. All that... that jealousy, that rage that he was building up on the belief that Shenzi would accept one meerkat over the one son that she raised as her own; old shame has never struck him with a impact harder to peel thin layers of heartstrings other than now, but though he never went through with attacking Timon it hurt even more as if he did succumb to his breakdown of his jealousy. The redheaded meerkat on the otherhand looked at him closer before he looked

"Shenzi... you mind telling me what's with the getup, trying on a new dress made from bear skin; with all the makeup... and uhhh... this standing-on-your-hind-legs trend? Just because Hodari can do it doesn't mean you can do the same, and your shirt's not covering your chest; not trying to be perverted but someone outside this cave's gonna get a sneak peak of... if I can call it that, your boo..." Does anyone reading this chapter think Timon's slow realization is going to end well?

"OH MY GOODNESS!" Comedically, Timon shouted as the realization dawned on him. "You're... you're- YOU'RE A GUY!"

Jeyluxhal's expression said it all with that same unchanged distant look with his tongue now sticking out but not his bared fangs on the sides, his head tilted a little bit downward keeping his narrowed slits for eyes but asking him in his own facial language: "Anything new you've got to share with me?"

"Wha- what's... what's with all these faces? I can't... I can't tell what you're saying, use your words!" He pointed at him

Jeyluxhal slapped his hand with his paw away from him, threatening to raise his leg when he turned around to face the left wall once he got back on all four paws again; what a relief that is too

"Oh no, NO! You're not going out on me!" Timon pushed his leg down before bringing his face in order to make him face him, distressed but confronting him about one thing which Bunga's told him on why he didn't feel comfortable with sleeping with his two favorite uncles back at the Hakuta Matata Falls. "Tabari told me, yeah everyone knows him it seems, what happened and I'm sorry about the fact that our nephew brought a foster mother but that doesn't mean you can treat him like garbage by biting his nose like it's a creamy filled twinkie: YOU OWE HIM, and me for making me hungry just by mentioning a twinkie, AN APOLOGY!" Once again he pointed at him and shouted

Reminded yet again of Kukuza and refusing to apologize to Bunga, Jeyluxhal shook him off though the meerkat slugged him across his large black nose. "Apologize...!" He squinted as Jeyluxhal grabbed a rock before slamming it atop of his foot complete with the unsatisfying sound of bone crunching, which he registered a few seconds later

"YYEEAAAOOOOOOW!" Timon screamed as if he were Mike Wazozski due to his Billy Crystal based voice, removing the rock from underneath his foot as it throbbed three times and then deflated like a balloon. "Oh I'm gonna be feeling pins and needles in a few minutes... what ails you; silent-and-hostile-Shenzi-lookin'-hyena-whom-has-grown-to-be-a-pain-in-my-tail-end-in-a-few-seconds-not-long-after?"

Jeyluxhal merely walked off from the meerkat, taking the stone as he sharpened it through breaking off a chunk so it was sharp; scratching his name into the wall with the correct way to pronounce his name underneath for him to see. Giving Timon the time to read and memorize in his head several times with a shake of his head, not wanting to butcher it or he'll be eating him alive. He's heard horror stories that hyenas eat prey alive at times, Pumbaa wouldn't eat for two days because of his appetite being lost at that fact; he turned to face the right wall to ask himself, who would even think to do something so horrifying? Oh he wasn't just mad for the fact that he bit his nephew's nose because he brought a foster mommy to him which for some reason he can't comprehend, he didn't want nor ask for; it was also the fact he made a joke about his scars. That is pettiness, didn't he ever hear a joke before? Well, now that's just great; what a day this is gonna turn out once Simba wonders where they are since he can only find Pumbaa and not him, but let's back to finding a way out of here he thought. He hasn't given up on that Utamu grub he's been looking for since the morning

Not on the best start with the hyena that effeminately took after Shenzi's appearance out of remembrance but not taking any chances, Timon continued to try and get out while Jeyluxhal brooded alone to himself as he stood facing the back end of the cave that the two have been trapped inside of. The meerkat looked about for ideas that can help him get out, with several rocks forming a pile when the entryway collapsed and so did the makeshift hole; that gave an meerkat like him the idea to stack some rocks to reach the top of the ceiling and escape, and therefore he stacked several of them into a tower. Standing below the hole that he tried with his might climbing out of using a vine, he began his ascent which started out well at the lower bottom but as his quest for freedom arisen to new heights; so did his spats of breaths that are taken at a rapid pace, low oxygen in his lungs as he burned stamina faster at the higher points but his balance was taking it's toll on him. With a rash action he leapt to the top but slipped on impact as the rock tumbled, falling off as the meerkat slammed his back to the ground and pouted in his second attempt for freedom that had failed; or as the hyena narrated through his series of short spat breaths taken through his nose and low rumbling grumbles

Timon began his next attempt once again resorting to rocks but moistening the wet soil into a stable foundation, he began to form a well before filling it all in leaving behind no cracks that were unplastered; true dedication was found not in the paws of a lion but in the hands of one meerkat seeking the freedom to continue his long search for the fabled Utamu grub that was an annual treat for the insectoid diet for both the meerkat and the warthogs throughout all of the Pride Lands alike, his Mound Everest was being constructed right here and there now and forever. Down to the smallest rock he sculpted a inspiring tower to reach the top in the direct center, he lashed together the broken vines he could use no more to climb up to the ceiling's hole that was forever out of his reach; he spared no expense because if he can't see or feel it, that expense for all his ensured continued effort didn't exist. But new dangers erupted from the form of a mudsliding north wall side that was bringing down the east side, and Timon to the rescue jumped into action with his dexterous raccoon hand abilities to keep it stable and as the sun aligned itself to dry to the fullest of extent; he began his ascent once more. A few pebbles came loose underneath his foot but slipping was of no determent to his second try, every meerkat deserved a second chance as they know not what they've done wrong; but just then, suddenly without warning the west wall he climbed on toppled over crashing next to the male hyena who tended to his business. Brooding alone with his low rumbling accelerating his limited set of vocals that were not enough for form a sound of speech to a louder decree, throughout the first two attempts he had been carving out a storyboard jam in the wall for his eyes only; the title written in outlined blood with a silver color filling the gap as there were a lot of small smears on the outlines for each letter, and a human hand print above. The title reads as does the plot described in the horizontal rectangular links forming a story...

The Lost "Timon & Pumbaa: Devil's Sunday" Cartoon

Otherwise known as "Suicidehyena-.-avi" this disturbing storyboard jam for pissed off writers in need of venting out their rage featured Jeyluxhal who looked... disappointed and forlorn walking in what looked like a city in the background with tall buildings of such, much like that of ToonTown far out there from the Pride Lands borders in the seregetti of Africa. His head was tilted down but every now and then raised his head up for a short time before going back to facing the ground, his eyes were nothing but a straight line of narrowed horizontal slits with much of his face being obscured by his mane that included his bangs too; his ears were facing backwards still overarching above his neck, but his mouth was closed with the exception of the fangs that he bore up front not showing his tongue that peaked through unlike usual. A distorted tune of the main piano keys awfully similar to that of the beginning to what made up The Dragon Boy from Spirited Away played in the background without heightening the tension in the song itself. Slight static could be heard after the piano keys that had no rhyme or reason ended right before cutting to black for three minutes, after it returned; this is where the ominosity began as though it looked like he was walking among all those buildings that stood tall in ToonTown, however according to legend, Jeyluxhal is actually walking in HELL...

This time the buildings of the background will be warped, blurred, distorted and blended with no music playing but instead; the sound of deep cries and moaning to which whoever is doing that sounded like they were in great pain, another cut to black followed but as soon as it return to the picture that played another difference followed. The disappointed and forlorn Jeyluxhal looked more... slightly angry and irritated as evidenced by the inner tip of his eyebrow beaking downwards into a curve, especially as the sounds of bloodcurdling screams of someone being tortured were now playing in the background. This expression signified that those screams of which fell upon his deafened ears were not coming from a human being, it was coming from a lioness; or more specifically, it was coming from Baridi himself as the one that sounded like he was being tortured. Hence the slightly angered and irritated expression on his face, apathetic to his plight seeing it as justice for the death of his mother; the whole picture warped itself into a blank face for a few seconds before swirling horizontally into waves, going vertically at the next minute and all the while the torturous sounds of whoever it was that made the moaning as well as Baridi's screaming did not stop. Jeyluxhal's various red scars began to drip from his body which wasn't uncommon, but no brave soul dared to ask him if it hurt when his scars bleed; soon his black lips began to leak out blood from his scars too to which he slowly opened his mouth until it was narrowly open, assumed to be a yawn that was typical of him but no vocals came out. His spots even started to coil, forming into multi-barbed tribal tattoos that blended in with the bleeding streams of his sharply open wound scars; without warning his paw lunged up and forward towards the screen before breaking the glass as if it was thin, extending out with his claws as if to maul and violently strangle the viewer complete with the infamous willhelm scream that was heard along with the choking sounds afterwards. Not to the mention that loud car hood slam that was heard when the paw impacted against the now shattered dividing wall between the viewer and the scene before them. Finally, after the second row of three blank boxes like the first before returning with the deep cries and moaning if it were again in great pain; his blank face came up with the same background as before which was the blurring, warping, blending and distorted illusive hell as it ended with the background of the PS2's RSOD Error that had a line of text scrawled in smeared drops of blood and stroked India ink. The text in blood and ink read in the language: "Vy mertvy, ostav'te svoye besplodnoye puteshestviye radi vozmezdiya i sdayte Dzheyluksal" (A/N: Free cookies for whoever can translate that into English)

Timon let out a shuddering sound of discomfort as he turned away uncomfortably from the storyboard jam that he was presented with, but didn't want to show his fear in front of him. "Man, you need to get out more" He remarked with the fact that he didn't look like he got out all that much, though Jeyluxhal's expression told him it was scribed because he irritated him earlier

Third attempt as the meerkat tried lashing together more dead and dried vines into the mix to better support the tower that he was building to get out, he threw in some more rocks to the mix while lashing above the added arrangements that were added not two seconds ago. Leaping up to the north to east wall where he saw the mudslide collapse, patenting out the chunks while pushing sticks into the mix so that it could stay supported; the meerkat looked up at the ceiling that was at his reach but thought about the hyena that trapped himself in. He could use the tower to get out as well, can he? He moved his foot to the edge but that's when the outward sticking rock shaped like a Pontiac hood ornament sprung out, being enough for a triggered fall to his stomach. "One more, one more try I can't be locked up in here forever" Timon's goin' mad he can tell, one more try it is

His final attempt there was no exceptions, he has to get out of this cave or he'll never see the outside worl- he'll never see Pumbaa again. The meerkat began to rush his way to the top as all focus was on reaching the ceiling, ignoring the crumbling rocks as well as the mudslides of dirt that were crumbling down to the ground; it was like escaping a death trap in the temple, he is cheating his fate and he is going to get that golden idol that belonged in a museum. He at last reached the top, turning his back on the hyena as he gave him hope that he'll tell his buddy about him trapped in here; he won't forget him, he promised but that was one to be broken easily as he'll forget who was in there with him because he refused to say anything. With no time left to spare he leapt high into the air as high as he could reach, his fingers had touched the cracks of the cave and grabbed on; though he couldn't get a hold on the other as it was too far from him with the meerkat swinging back and fourth with his grip slipping, the bipedal meerkat's hand sliced across the sharp serrated edge that cut his vine earlier and he let out a scream of pain. His fingertips were sliding off the top edge and slowly trudged down the wall. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Alas he lost his grip, and fell back to the collapsing mud based tower that formed into a mudslide which covered the entirety of the center

Timon dug himself out and has now had enough, he's just.. now having enough of getting out of this cave; flawed escape attempts, go figure right? He pouted and threw his foot down on the padded dirt that he started throwing at the walls until it was all cleaned out, he's reached his breaking point. "That's it, I can't do it; I can't get out of this cave... I just can't. All because I didn't want Pumbaa to eat all the good stuff before I got some of it myself" His irritated tone of voice was shaking with a resigned doomed fate, he flopped to the ground and laid back on his arm that supported his head; his leg overlapping his left one that extended outward from the ground. He let out a breath of air. "Simba... help me out here, please... I found you when you were unconscious in the desert... but Pumbaa helped a bit; unblock the entrance will ya? This hyena in here with me didn't help, he hasn't helped me once" He called out the lion that he and Pumbaa raised as their son for his childhood to teenage years before becoming a full grown lion that would protect them from any dangers

Jeyluxhal stood there in the shadows of the light but kept himself occupied with some pull-ups using a makeshift ramp from the fallen tower to freedom, using the ceiling hole to bring himself up with his front arms as he let his tongue limp out to the side as he did this. Timon looked up and shook his head in frustration. "Oh man, now what's he doing: exercises, body-building, upperbody workouts? The- the hole is big enough for you to get out and find help... do it, get out and- nevermind, I had enough frustration for one day" He pouted and crossed his arms as he went to the other side of the cave, sitting down alone by himself all while the hyena continuing pulling himself up

But as the hours passed on by with the two keeping themselves occupied as Timon stretched out them arms to legs and tail, as Jeyluxhal continued to perform pull-ups using the hole that was in the ceiling before he dropped to the floor for a short break; the former softened up as he mellowed out to the point where he looked at his hyena pal that he's trapped in here with and became curious about him. Once Jeyluxhal dropped down for the final time after getting back up to the ceiling hole for the last time, he walked over to the second step in the ring and flopped down; stretching out his arms to legs before lazing about with a rumbling and ribbed vocal based yawn that echoed in the cave. He sat down with his arms at the front and both his legs in the back as his right was laying out while his leg went forward, exposing his fluffy and squishy jello like primordial pouch. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Timon came over with light taps to each of his steps; walking over to stroke his hand against his back thigh going up and down, emitting a inhaling and exhaling trilling purr from Jeyluxhal as the former was lower while the latter was louder sounding like a prolonged coo. He also started to thump a little

Taking advantage of him he scratched the front of his right ribs which started up his grooming motor like a spoiled whore house cat, thalap after thalaping was heard with each stroke of his barbed tongue against his spotted fur; but looked like he found out as the next thing he knew was that Timon was caught in his grasp, being groomed by his tongue. "Ah phithhh... aha, I'm clean now, honest to ya. You're gonna mess my hair up" He got irritated but when Jeyluxhal's tongue started to groom his chest and his tail, that's where he draws the line. "Oi! You're gon' a little low-" His tongue started groom his underbelly. "No, no stay- stay out of there; that's my special momma-papa area!" He guarded his manhood before the hyena began to sniff all over him, even to his guarded manhood area that he tightened security on

"Now that's sniffin' below the belt and you know it!" Timon freed himself from his grasp and crawled on out, huffing out as if he were out of breath and turned to face the hyena with a drained expression of his own; no doubt that he was feeling exhausted. "Do you ever talk? You haven't said a word all this time and it's... it's gettin' boring in here"

Jeyluxhal simply gave him the facial expression that asked him dryly that: wasn't it obvious that he never talks, he let his actions do the talking for him?

"What's with... all... these... goofy-ass... faces? Wait a minute, wait a minute hold the line; no really, hold the line for me while I prime a mine. I have an idea!" Timon joked before he got himself over to the other side from him, standing in a closed eye stance as he tried to talk to him using telepathic mind abilities. Hearing the sounds of paw tapping and lapping as that hyena raised his paw to the left, and gave a dope-pimp slap from behind to the back of his head. "Hey!" He called him out

His next expression detailed that of a expressionless face consisting of narrowed eyes, with a narrowly near closed mouth with his bared fangs being shown in a very limited view from the two sides of his black lipped tips; and both ears standing diagonally slanted with the right of which twitched three times fast while the left one twitched once, before flapping down into a half-fold and then he took Timon with both of his paws up against his underbelly which broke him out of his attempted telepathy stance. After that he just lets out a low to high frequency trilling purr like a cat just like he did earlier, slumping up back against the wall with both arms crossed and next to the entrance; allowing themselves to be as Jeyluxhal lied down all while Timon laid on his stomach with his head on his lower collarbone, both left and right legs that crossed themselves atop his hyena pal's squishy primordial pouch as they drooped a little bit below the center line of his underbelly whenever he stood up in between the hyena's legs. It was here that the two dozed off together, although they hadn't known each other for even an few hours; they felt like buddies with motives that clashed with the other. Before Timon had passed out completely, he sleepily asked him something

"Jey... do lions really steal from hyenas, you know, they get their hunt taken way more than *YAWN* your kind take?"

Jeyluxhal didn't reply with a expression this time but stroked his underbelly in response, as well as giving off a slow nod that tilted down but never went back up. Hyenas like him hunt and are one of the most successful predators, it's animals like his kind that are the real kings of Africa not for their strength nor for their numbers even; but it's for their intelligence that can see everything from where to strike and how to execute their prey before they get the hell out if the lionesses are coming in from the direction they hear the rustling from. Timon spoke one last before falling asleep himself

"Alright... that's ah, that makes me... Simba would never do that; he's a good lion..." One last yawn was heard as he passed out completely

Out there in the Pride Lands, a red warthog searched high and low for his bestest friend to his meerkat buddy yet there was nothing that hinted to his location. The oasis in the desert that was where the two first met Simba to wake him up in the shade, the jungle named after their motto where the three of them lived throughout much of his life and the meerkat colony that his buddy left for a better life; something that Timon implied himself when first meeting the cub that Simba was once, though to be fair he did say that the two of them were outcasts like him. Who would've guessed that he turned out to be the lion whose life here would be taken away from him by his treacherous uncle, killing Mufasa by trampling him under all the hooves of the beating wildebeests; stripping him of what was supposed to be a ideal dream that he's going to be with his father 'til the end when his sun set on his reign? Uncle Max and Ma were out of the question as neither of the two had seen Timon either that day, not to mention that Simba wasn't feeling himself today; some of the lionesses noted that his low self-esteem had started up again, he was beginning to wonder what his father in times of moments like these would do as the they made some enemies from other animals who were only looking for a meal to eat. He wondered if they were all contradicting their beliefs and being over-the-edge with their rules in maintaining the Circle of Life, something that Tabari would definitely confirm without a doubt. Nevertheless, Pumbaa followed where the warm air went and this is where it would lead them to a rescue at last

What awakened the two of them from their catnap together three hours later was the warm breeze that blew through his mane, Jeyluxhal stood up along the wall while Timon slowly got his head up looking at the inverted Christmas tree shaped chest fluff and looked down where he saw his hyena pal's primordial pouch; his mind was undergoing a fuzz and didn't think for a second as his response was to put his hands on his hips with a snide remark. "Oh, that's sexy" He sarcastically responded as he uncomfortably flipped himself downwards to close his legs together, fruitlessly covering what he thought was his belly before both of them slid offward. But then a bang to his head brought him out of his trance, turned out that his pouch but looks like he's too late now as Jeyluxhal has his paws clasping around his midriff; now laying on his side as Timon broke free from the hyena who laid on his left before getting back up, with the meerkat seeing only the rest of his body including his swaying primordial pouch swaying back and forth to the sides like a jiggling mound of jello. Getting onto his feet as he asked him this: "What even is that swaying, sagging belly of yours?" He looked off to the side with one knee raised atop of a rock

Jeyluxhal sat on his inward folded knees with his paws resting on the outward joints as Timon felt that oh-so tempting urge to touch his fur since it was like Fuli's except... she wasn't some mute hyena that was bathed in scars as he could see better in the shadows; although, now he thinks of it he can't really tell what they are in fact. So with him setting foot close to him, with the hyena now sitting a little more forward with his frontal paws slanting downwards; still his pouch sat alongside in between his knees as Timon got a grip on a more comfortable position to avoid looking like he's... think of his best bud Pumbaa as his wife, that's what he's trying to avoid here lookin' like he's committing a infidelity based harassment/assault crime. Ah man... he's not sure what to call it. Jeyluxhal preened his snout to over to his back so he would get on with that little hug of his, wrapping a clutch of his pouch and some of his left thigh. What he felt was... oh hell

His fur was not that bad for touching, yes it's the second softest next to hers but 'least he ain't so driven off about it. "Jey, has Fuli been rubbing off on you? Your fur's so soft like hers and if I... I'ma tell ya' now she's number one up there, but yours is no means any less than hers; but at least you're not like a 'I don't like having my fur touched' kind of hyena, you must be... like part cheetah I say it myself" His tone was indescribable at this time as he was smothering his body into his spotted fur, all while Jeyluxhal didn't turn to look at him but rather just stroked his paw against his back downwards as if he was a cat caressing his neck and suckling his lobe

After a few minutes he let go, and let out a sigh that he's glad that urge was over; wondering what to do now as he looked at that carving and shuddered worse than last time, turning away before he looked elsewhere in the cave. Turning to the source of light as that acted as their only way of seeing things in the dark cave, he heard a voice that called for him. "Timon! Where are you? BUDDY!" It was harsher on the throat and seemed as though his voice was trying to be based off a butchered Louis Armstrong impression, but how else could this hyena explain it? It's too distinctive yet all so harsh on the shredded vocal cords

The meerkat saw the face which can only be described as incoherently thinking of a way to describe his bestest friend's harsh throat cancer voice with shredded vocal cords, though he also sees it as a irritation like a rash on his chest; it was just red with no large bumps but lots of marked white streaked scratches that turned red with the inflamation. "Believe me, he's gonna have a heart attack by seeing you" He muttered to him, who paid no attention to the red maned meerkat as the entrance was spilling some light in between the cracks as each of the rocks were being flung off to the side by the outside force; however, it was actually the meerkat's inseparable warthog friend he believed was trapped in there. "We've had history and encounters with the hyena trio before, that's why" Timon added as the hyena continued fondling with the meerkat though it wasn't as much as it was

The entryway to the outside world was opened as more and more rocks were kicked inwards with Timon taking out of the ones that were loose, Jeyluxhal did the most work by wearing it all down so the rocks could be loosened enough to break out of here; well that was until the warthog on the other side decided that it was taking too long and rammed himself directly to the front of the entrance a few times, before he backed up a distance. Then after several few seconds passed on the beating of hooves came reemerging to a louder decree as the warthog busted through, rocks flying to the back of the wall as Timon took cover but Jeyluxhal caught onto his tusks to stop him as Pumbaa let out of a laugh to hide his pain from the hyena as well as his fear like a breathless redneck. "Heheahahahaha..."

Jeyluxhal's scars were now exposed as more than scars, all of them came in the form of two as there were more slashes on his fur than there were bitemarks on his body; all dried from the years being raised by Shenzi herself and getting into brawls with Banzai who left the long lasting imprints that he himself cherished for the better. Timon stroked his finger against the scarred slashes before he let off a "Nnnneeuughhh..." when he touched his imprinted bodily wounds, rubbing his finger against his thumb to shred the pieces off as Jeyluxhal let off a fang barred chuckle that sounded sinister. "Jeez, you give me the creeps worse than Ed but at least he doesn't sound scary when he laughs" That just made him smile even more

Pumbaa was overjoyed to see his bud again even if he weren't that gone for long, but seeing Jeyluxhal with his scarred visage of slashes and bitemarks unnerved the redskinned warthog; he was shakin' before he started to run in order to take cover though this time Timon got him by the sides of his large snout. "Pumbaa, Pumbaa; he's not gonna rip you a new one, he's not gonna- Puma- Pumbaa listen to me. This hyena- I'm still here with you in front of you and not in his belly, he didn't want to eat me; apparently he finds me disgusting but I couldn't tell by his refusal to speak and his goofy faces he keeps makin- yeah right there, that's one of them" Timon stuttered while trying explaining that Jeyluxhal wasn't tryin' to eat him and though he tasted awful but then pointed out he couldn't tell due to his preference to make faces rather than talking, which the hyena made just now that told him that was not the reason why didn't eat him; it was because he was letting go of his grudge that was born of his what-if scenario of Shenzi accepting his proposal, and being left to envy the two wedded beings in a plot for unthinkable revenge that he would kill her husband all because he was jealous of the two

The warthog read his expression that he was glancing off to him on the side and shuttered at that suitor's revenge concept, Timon looked back at what his bestest friend was looking back at and saw the facial expression that he's giving off; he returned to face his warthog buddy to tell him. "Seriously, I cannot understand what he's telling me but that's enough 'bout that; all three of us starving and apparently, hyenas also eat grub too... they'll eat anything don't they buddy?" He gestured with a thumb to point back at him but didn't turn to him. "Alright now, let's get going"

Thus so the meerkat, the warthog and the hyena left the cave that two of the three had been trapped in for hours; gathering as much grub that the two of them could with Jeyluxhal giving them ideas where to look such as moss growing logs to flat lying rocks that were flipped, and even grabbing some ripe marula fruit that was squished into juice where even the fermented scent was enough to cause a elephant to become disoriented. The trio held the brunch of the insects in the bear to caribou skin that Jeyluxhal wore in a form of a burlap sack, and the juice was held in various large coconut halves acting as bowls to drink out from of; keep in mind he was originally doing this for himself though he figured that the other two would need a drink themselves, one for going mad in the unstable cave and another for searching all over for his bestest friend. Once the three felt that they've gathered enough, the trio went to rest out in the warm breeze under a savanna's short acacia tree commonly associated with Africa but it's not without a giraffe being nearby for that scene; nevertheless Timon and Pumbaa alongside their new pal Jeyluxhal dug in, but in the case of the third he wasn't digging in as much

"Not very hungry eh? It's not the best collection of grub we all found I admit" Timon noticed and noted as he took a bite out of one of the more crunchier ones, holding up both fingers as he swallowed so he could continue what he was saying. "Too bad our other pal and nephew couldn't join us, our pal because he's lookin' pretty busy today and our nephew because do I need to explain?" He gave the hyena an eye before shaking his head due to getting no such response from him, not even a expression towards him

Hazing a low breath sigh through his snout's large black tipped nose and pouncing atop of an nearby hyrax to bite a chunk out of it's back in a gruesome matter, he swallowed audibly as a loud splash in his stomach was heard which came out as a gurgle that had Timon give him his own expression that asked him what the hell was that about; though like before there wasn't a response from the hyena. Jeyluxhal then stood on his hind legs to lean into his ear and give off a low volume heaving series of breath spats, sniffing with his black tipped nose that left a wet imprint which had Timon narrow his eyes; shaking his head with an smirk on his face and letting out the same response he had after he touched his scars. Pumbaa on the otherhand to his bestest bud's surprise understood the hyena's expression he couldn't translate, being one that told him what he was about to reveal

"Don't worry I won't tell him" The warthog replied to the hyena

"Alright I think it's about time I asked you: what am I being told?" The meerkat stood up with his wrists on his hip, a defeated expression with drooping eyes and a deflated tone of voice

"Don't tell Simba..." Pumbaa told him what Jeyluxhal was saying. "That- that's what he's sayin' right now, don't tell Simba about this; I swear!" Timon closed his eyes with a small shake of his head to the sides before looking up again with him turning to Jeyluxhal with his narrowed eyes slanting a little bit downwards to the bridge of his nose, giving off a gesture that he was not believing this and then turned back to his warthog buddy

"Oh that's great, yeah apparently you can understand his incomprehensible language that he is talking in right about now but I can't like everyone else; or unlike some of the others which I happen to be one of them. Go figure right?" He looked around all while talking as Jeyluxhal sat back down on his legs with his arms wresting on them, standing as if he were Zakiri "Kiki" who was a cheetah that was a mother who stood like a meerkat by watching them; when she was young her mother sat on her and caused irreversible damage to her shoulders, she's also one to bear three cubs but one of them was breached and facing the wrong direction in what was known as the birth canal tail first. Now while the fourth cub that was caught and did not survive, she saved the remaining three that were born healthy and lived on or as the hyena thought to himself using her as a reference; unlike her though he was leaning a little more forward while he sat down as Pumbaa sat next to him acting like his translator, even then he had something to say and he's not sharing with the others

After a while when it came down to drinking ripe marula fruit that was squished into juice for all three to indulge themselves in, which unlike before Jeyluxhal was chugging it down and it made Timon question him. "I know your not the best hyena to ask questions like these but I gotta ask: what gave you the idea to pick this kind of fruit for us?" He took a sniff and had to cough because of the fermented scent that was too strong for his nose

Jeyluxhal walked over to the front of him before stopping as he sat down, his expression had told Timon that he needed something to drink away those memories of the last time he ever saw his adoptive mother Shenzi; whom he's over-the-time fell in love with just as she too is the same one that raised him after what happened six days ago when on the seventh, he had been taken by her and he could tell she wanted whoever left him to fend on his own to take a hike. Although to her as she told him that has a pup she wanted whoever abandoned him to get lost since they're not worthy to raise him as a son, if not she'd like to kill them herself. He brought out her motherly side but even she didn't know what brought her to take him in, and she told him he gave her the impression of wanting revenge by hunting whoever was the one that wronged him; what he actually wanted is retribution for his mother that was slain by the lion from the Outlands called Baridi, who is that lion the two will ask? His next expression is a face that told them that he was a dead bastard who was already dead before he's gutted him openly in front of everyone in the Backlands he lived in, that's all about Pumbaa translate out of him but he's not going into vicious details that admittedly made him burp hot gas from his mouth on more than once through his heavily censored and abridged translation to him. But that's not all since he was there in Scar's reign over the Pride Lands and because of his queen Zira that bullied, harassed and provoked him for being Scar's inferior lackey; a hyena like him has never wanted to be born has something different because the others make it look like it's their grass that's greener on their side, when he knows that is anal grease slurping dogshit in his wordplay that Pumbaa refused to say to Timon. Sarabi once caught him wishing he never were so he could spare his father the pain of having that Outlander kill Najira, stain his paws in her blood and leave him in this state of grieving anger; not wanting to be comforted in the paws of another while the two mourn her in their own separate ways. He attacked Scar once but Zira played the victim card which had their treacherous ruler humiliate him in front of the others, especially as Sarabi and his adoptive mother who stood with his rival Banzai and even his only friend Ed in the clan as a example to what happens if he tried overthrowing him. He's not one for strength like Mufasa and had the brains over him, but dammit did he play dirty in his fight with him. All he wanted to do after that was wait for Halloween to come so he could die with a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the eye, and leave his slumped yet standing frame like he was sitting right now atop the peak of Pride Rock in front of everyone; Sarabi, Shenzi, the lionesses, her clan... that's all he could really say because the warthog looked like he was about to cry at his plight. Jeyluxhal on the otherhand waved a paw to the side, expressing his face that told him not to since he shouldn't be sympathizing for a predator like him and went back to his spot around the center in between Timon and Pumbaa

"Someone could use some cheering up, and I think I know just the thing because it helped Simba before when we first met him. Right?" Pumbaa looked up and glanced at his meerkat buddy

"Count me in too buddy" Timon was ready to join in and Jeyluxhal... shook his head in a very disapproving way with both eyes narrowed into a irritated look, let off an audiable low growl loud enough for the two of them to hear. "Come on, don't be negative; it's been awhile since we had an audience whose never heard of... well let's tell him together, and take from the top!" He called him out

Jeyluxhal slammed his forehead against the acacia tree's wooden body, Jesus... FUCK! He hates this song and because they're about to sing it- no they're not singing beyond the first line; he's taking matters into his own paws right here and right now!

"Hakun- *Buzzzzrarap!* OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! AHHHH! AHAHAHHHOOOW! OW! UNCLE, UNCLE!" What was his response as soon as Pumbaa began to sing? Smack him repeatedly on the snout violently with his paw in response, that's what!

"What the hell was that about?" Timon shouted at him, the hyena snarled at him with his face telling him why he did that as Pumbaa translated. "Wow, you are a jerk like Bunga said and you know what? That makes us want to sing it even more, whose laughing now Jey? Ha-" The meerkat couldn't speak the first word before Jeyluxhal loudly interrupted with a gorilla hoot. (Hooarf!) "Okay so you can hoot like a gorilla, wonderful. Can we sing our song no-" Ignoring his request to continue singing the song he hated, he cut him off with full on gorilla barking that was written down into transcribed words below

Jeyluxhal's expression had his eyes fully open with his brow straightened but narrowed into a downward sloping formation, his stance was steadied and upright on all four paws but got bipedal after the third row of barking with both front paws clenched; his baritone vocals that were banging with the tribal rhythm of the drums and loudly dampening out any and all such attempts to even sing Hakuna Matata, leaving Timon and Pumbaa disappointed as they didn't expect this amount of vile contempting stubborness that outright refused their motto. Would he rather not forget about his worries and live on with this shit stressing him? His barking was like it could be used in a chant but sounded more like telling them to shut up... oh wait

"HOOARF, ARF, ARF... HOOARF ARF ARF ARF... HOOARF, ARF, ARF... HOOARF ARF ARF ARF.. HOOARF ARF ARF ARF.. HOOARF... ARF ARF ARF.. HOOARF ARF... ARF ARF. ARF... ARF. ARF.. ARF, ARF. HOORF, HOOF HOOF!" He finally ended his loud, tribal, gorilla sounding hooting and barking before following it up with what then sounded like a deep rumbling throat vocal that rebounded off the surface of his inner saliva coated ribbed walls; sounding like a true savage beast as his fangs were bared in front of his lips but sealed on the sides all the way through his barking and hooting

"I guess he really doesn't want 'no worries' after all, alright Hakuna Matata won't work for this hyena; disappointing I know. New plan: Say Jeyluxhal, buddy. You ever hear of ahhh... ahhh... ahh ah, a soundtrack that's it! A soundtrack called Songs About Jane... or in your case we'll call it 'Songs About Shenzi'? This song 'oughta help you get over her in no time, hey it worked for Adam Levine's ex-girlfriend who was also named Jane; with or without a voice, though I'm not sure weather you are a real mute or just playin' a game with me, you can least- eh what's that Pumbaa?" Timon leaned in to Pumbaa who whispered to him. "That's right... you have a dad, ooohh... Simba's gonna hate you out of jealousy that your dad's alive but his isn't and hey even though me and Pumbaa here never met him; I think he'll be proud of us for raising his son either way. And your dad confirmed that you're officially mute, alright well you can least mime and dance out what we're 'bout to sing here; so let's take it from the top and have a drink shall we?" Timon stated as he poured in the marula fruit juice into a large bowl that all three of them could drink from

(A/N: Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5, supposed to be Wake Up Call but this song just fit better and Jeyluxhal didn't mention that he wanted nothing more to do with Jasiri to both Timon and Pumbaa here; as for his hatred of Hakuna Matata though... that's exactly how I would react because god dammit that song is, fuck that song is all I can say. Fuck the song called Hakuna Matata and be glad I am not having any of that bullshit in this story. Now take it away Timon and Pumbaa!)

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(Beat: Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum. Dun nuh!)

TIMON:

How dare you say that my behavior's unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This double vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground that I'm walking on

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love (Woahohohoho...)
You'll understand what I mean when I say, "There's no way we're gonna give up." (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams (Woahohohoho...)
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? (Jeyluxhal panting like a dog in tempo with the chorus)
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? (Jeyluxhal panting like a dog in tempo with the chorus)

The first few drinks of the marula fruit weren't nothing as Jeyluxhal was rockin' out to the Maroon 5 song, being the one that preformed the "(Woahohohoho...)" part of the afterverse and both Timon and Pumbaa were enjoyin' themselves around this spot as such; as the second verse began it was time to pour some more as they got a move on

What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did

TIMON AND PUMBAA:

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love (Woahohohoho...)
You'll understand what I mean when I say "There's no way we're gonna give up." (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Timon, Pumbaa and Jeyluxhal were now laughing their asses off at some of the stupidest shit that were thought of before as the warthog was now riding atop of the hyena; trying to catch his meerkat buddy just before he tripped over, slamming him atop of a rock that had him spit and laugh some more. The effects of the marula fruit were beginning to materialize directly in the form of a red and indigo colored surrounding border, with the scene changing into an greenish color as the Pride Lands began to distort about them

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams (Woahohohoho...)
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? (Jeyluxhal panting like a dog in tempo with the chorus)
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? (Jeyluxhal panting like a dog in tempo with the chorus)

SOLO

Does it kill
Does it burn
Is it painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control

Does it thrill
Does it sting
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold

Timon was having the shittiest luck in trying to leap onto Pumbaa's back who ran giddily just as Jeyluxhal caught onto the redskinned warthog, however because he was greased in mud it was of a haphazard use that he would nearly be splashed in one of the hot springs; but then all three decided to cannonball into a large sized pool all at once though only Timon and his buddy Pumbaa actually did it, while Jeyluxhal dived on in to pull them underneath; splashing with a reemergence as the three continued to laugh it all off. The happiest he'd ever been as such since he was a pup, even being on their best not to appear as harassing to... we're gonna call it a street performer as the three of them joined in with the wildcat that did just that

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love (Woahohohoho...)
You'll understand what I mean when I say "There's no way we're gonna give up." (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams (Woahohohoho...)
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe?

The last thing that happened between the three was that Timon, Pumbaa and Jeyluxhal were now on the ground laughing one last time before succumbing to the alcoholic effects that are typical of the marula fruit; fool and goof about just before they collapsed to the ground, with the foolish animals enjoying what they could until they passed out. But the hyena is as he was remarkably resilient in the alcoholic fruit's effects but he wasn't invulnerable a honey badger is to the cobra's poison

Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? (Jeyluxhal panting like a dog in tempo with the chorus)
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe? (Jeyluxhal panting like a dog in tempo with the chorus)

Jeyluxhal let out one last whoop in his inner rumbling and ribbed wall throat that turned into a laugh before falling hard onto his face atop of a rock, causing a flash of various colors which flashed around the edges and a burst of white complete with brownish to golden and tanned burning bloody red colors as the after flash effects faded; when he finally fell asleep and passed out on the ground

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(A/N: Now, the song has ended at last with Timon and Pumbaa having made a fool out of themselves. Needless to say this is where I come in to say that the cave as most of the chapter took place in wasn't supposed to last this long, what was supposed to happen next was that Timon woke him up and told him that their nemesis Cannibal Quint has captured Pumbaa so they were supposed to rescue him; although he got away but then arrested in the next chapter that was supposed to have Captain Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones from Torchwood appear as the ones who arrest him. The former was examining his dried scars and determined the history of where they originated while the latter was supposed to encrypt the hyena's speech into an actual language so they could determine who inflicted them, and where to arrest them for illegal hunting in these territories. But unfortunately, that caused some trouble as they were supposed to be two short chapters with the next one being the whole tale I just mentioned and the next one after that being one that had Tabari spend time with his son like he was a little boy; only to be harassed by someone animals who thought he was stalking the little ones at the playground and have the hyena father shut them down because he's Ron Perlman, and you don't argue with Hellboy right there. Not to mention we are about to see Baridi for the first time since Chapter 1: Fate of a Hyena so get ready because it's brief and we are also gonna see one of his lackeys, one more thing to note is that I was having trouble finding a voice for him so I went with Lance Henriksen A.K.A Thomas Magruder from Neversoft's 2005 GUN on PS2; oh yeah and he was also both Kerchak from Tarzan and Brainiac from 2006's Superman: Brainiac Attacks direct-to-video movie)

Needless to say, Jeyluxhal was feeling better in fact... 'least before the hangover from hell kicked him in the ass that his forehead proved that his brain had from behind; the next thing he knew once he woke up is that... he's drooling on the ground with half of his body of which being submerged in the rapids of a cascading waterfall. Drowsy, yes but at least he knows what to do now: drink away his shame and bitterness so he wouldn't be looking worse than utter horse shit anymore, he got up and shook himself dry as he returned to his new den and time to continue his upperbody pull-ups like he was doing to pass the time back in the cave. Letting out a prolonged yawn that was coated in saliva, he strapped on his bearskin chest flap and caribou skin battleskirt before heading off with a strut to keep himself balanced on both of his two hind paws

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In the Outlands, somewhere in a overlooking shelter that was like that of the Lion Guard though it's... it's not as grand and it's really inferior as all that he could see was rocks that towered from on the left side; while the right had featured all as did the north whose view was that of a open area acting as his territory, however small and limited it may've been as such. A familiar lion that Tabari and Jeyluxhal absolutely hated had stepped on out, exiting his den with a low yawn and that smirk on his face though his brows were narrowed down; signifying his allignment which was evil but unlike his fellow Outlanders, he kept to his and had his very own agenda separated even from the likes of Zira

Baridi hasn't changed a bit... except for how threatening he is, this lion's become laid back nowadays; because again, he never thinks about the consequences though he has to wonder where exactly is Tabari since he couldn't find him wherever he and his pride looked. If he was eaten by someone in these types of animals that roam here after trying to confront him then it's about time, that's what he gets for eloping away with his true love and it served him right; gotta respect that hyena though because he's always got nothing beating him down and he's one to say it himself: Tabari don't need a mate, what's a family gotta do for him? Oh that's right, he's a clan of one after all

He was watching out there in the serengetti that he and his pride were not to trespass upon, that of the Pride Lands awaiting the return of a trusted enforcer who was gliding his way over to his overlooking den; the lion lied down just as soon as his flamingo ally touched down with a light tap of his flippers. This enforcer was a Caribbean and James' feathered avian who was as graceful as he is vain though that was only one part of him, he wanted his targets to attack him so he could spill their blood and guts with a sleight of hand; known for wearing dried and melted facial paint for his eyes to lipstick for the added effect of unsettling intimidation, this is also where he concealed sharp knives like claws to the talon tips of his flippers as he was if Baridi had the right to call him an assassin. His tall size was attributed to that of those greater flamingos as those of the same height were called, his tailfeathers spanned out downwards curving up from the left to the right sides while his crest feathers formed a layered mop that was like hair; conducting his tasks in a veil of illusive assassinations though no tears are shed if they're directly up front. But if he were to discover that Jeyluxhal is Tabari's son, there was and if not- one thing he's certain is that he knows what to impart to Baridi and what to keep out of his knowledge for himself to know the truth alone. Unlike the other flamingos who're said to be gorgeous looking avians, there is always a unpleasant tone of seeking to turn their loved ones against one another (A/N: This flamingo is voiced by David Dayan Fisher, otherwise known as Xaldin of Organization XIII)

"Pazia (Veil/PA-ZEE-AH), fire away on your own 'morning report' as I'll be listening unlike our new, uninterested king that Mufasa made the mistake of naming him after his inferior pride of pantheras like me" Baridi spoke lowly in a deep, gruff, monotone, imposing, deadpan and unmistakable baritone voice that sounded as if he had lost weight but kept his previous look with some exceptions: he wasn't that imposing looking as he was back then, but he is and he will not deny it slowly and steadily gaining back his old strength to face Tabari one on one in a real fight should they cross paths again; because he's looking forward to it greatly, he's ready by the time he gathers what he can to pay him back for abandoning his mission to command a campaign against Mufasa so he could lead a frontline attack and instead betray the clan he believed he was apart of to strategize on what to do to gain the upperhand over them. That was specific yes, but in depth to what Tabari kept hidden from others to leave behind in the sands of time

"Oh... you're gonna love this one, love it like the gold digging whores you're always one step ahead of so they can't get away with your pleasure and charm for free: Tabari's alive... and he has someone new living with him" The flamingo that was anything but graceful revealed and Baridi half turned to face his enforcer

"That's not possible, Najira was the only mate for him" He shot him down

"It's no second mate for him, he's got a up-and-becoming partner with him to fight alongside with; he's of his own hyena breed in the Pride Lands" Pazia informed him of what he saw just as he was acting like a everyday flamingo in the waters

"So he's looking for a excuse not to fight his own battles..." He turned back to contemplate

"Not again, jumping to conclusions Baridi; he ain't saying nothing 'bout backing out to let his partner in crime do the fighting for him because I heard his words. His partner wants to play dirty pool with you, trying to fight on your level alone" He seemed to have inflicted a deep pain in his heartstrings but threw off the facade as he fully turned to face him, getting down to his eye level

"I know this cheater's behavior of his... because I'm the one who always executes the idea I've had in mind. I've roamed about Africa long enough to know that there's a campsite that houses 'medicine' for breathing troubles out there and I know where to find it, but... if I and my pride are gonna get our paws on them then I'll need to drive them out of their home for a short time; those animals living in that seregetti pisshole won't miss them. And I did my part by sending a message to Najira that her husband didn't care 'bout her, he never had about his clan like the traitorous bastard that he is. Now, it's time to take it a step further... for now at least because I don't want him leaving my sights directly as a whole; he's not going to hide at another place so he can drink about his sorrows, all supported on the fact that he never had a son who wouldn't love his father for not telling the truth. Never got to put a bun in her oven, and it's good that it should stay that way 'til he dies with his last breath being his final shame being he ever left his clan for dead..." Baridi monologued to himself

"There's a upcoming event about the foolishness of themselves to blow off steam, caused by the troublemakers trying to upset the... Circle of Life religion that they follow under. It's not a doubt in my mind that'll provide the perfect scene for publicly shaming both under a sleight of your paw" Pazia brought up. "If those animals who see the wrongdoings of our actions try to intervene..."

"They were warned that traitors to their own clans like Tabari were not needed for the Circle that they're disrupting. Spread the message to our friends, I have a visit to pay to that son of a bitch starting now..."

Under his command, Pazia flew off to inform the anti-hyena insurgent animals that wanted his kind out of the Pride Lands and exiled to the Outlands about what their leader had begun to execute; but in the meantime Baridi who believed it was time to pay Tabari a visit and with knowledge of where he lived kept fresh in his mind like it was the den he lived in throughout his cubhood, he came out from the shadows to trespass into the territory ruled under Simba. Keeping an eye out for animal witnessing him as they've heard his treachery and what their king's father, Mufasa did in response

What plan of Baridi involves medicine from a campsite that deals in troubles with breathing, cheating and public humiliation? Everything will be revealed in due time because for now at least to the lion who wanted Tabari in a bodybag for his betrayal, he has only one thing to say

It's good to be back after so long has passed since that night where he dealt with Najira in his own deadly, bloodbathing and gruesome way; unaware that he had created a monster in the form of his comrade's son who wanted retribution for her, but was slowly being poisoned to a thought of revenge that was losing every sense of justice she deserved for her unwarranted death because of his pettiness that his hyena abandoned a unrelated-to-him-from-the-beginning clan