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Twilight was nigh, touching upon Pride Rock and turning the horizon to a line of flame. Upon the pinnacle stood a lone feline with fur the color of cream. Seated with tail tucked around her feet the lioness gazed out across the Pridelands, eyes the color of an early dawn's teal fixated on a fine point. A group of shadows, mere smudges now, were in hasty retreat from the very spot she now sat. Her own daughter had been among them, exiled by her mother. It had been a cold move following a brief battle -- even as a formidable opponent herself Nala hadn't been able to best the lioness who'd trained her -- but it had been necessary. Nala had done a fool thing, bringing her betrothed back to Pride Rock. He'd disappeared shortly after their babe had been born and had, for all appearances, taken the baby with him.

Fools, them both.

Perhaps Sarafina's own Scar had his faults, ones even she could not claim blindness to, but he had never up and abandoned those that belonged to him. The reinstated queen dipped her head to her chest, straightening her fur with a few swipes of the tongue. Scratches stung her pelt here and there, but luckily none had savaged her deeply. For her king the lioness had fought valiantly and violently. No quarter had been spared on her former pridesisters, those stupid enough to have betrayed their king. The rains they had claimed abandoned them to Scar's evil had returned, just as Scar had predicted, and the land was already growing lush again. All without Simba.

Hearing the whisper of pads upon stone behind her Sarafina lifted her head once more, face turning so that only her profile was visible as a single teal eye glanced over her shoulder.

"My Queen."

In the aftermath of the battle, Scar had busied himself with making sure everything was in order; that no former pridelander was left behind in the cave his pride would call home now, or the surrouding areas. A snitch in his ranks was the last thing the rightful King of Priderock needed, after all. Simba's pride had been unsually clever this time, though, and had decided not to let anyone in their ranks linger. Good.

The dark lion closed the small distance between him and Sarafina, soundless steps carrying him there swiftly. At his Queen's side, he sat slowly, watching the distant figures with evident satisfaction. Scar himself had barely even been touched this one time, carrying almost no scratches from their fight for the pridelands. Emeral green eyes assessed the lioness's form momentarily, making sure his beloved was not terribly wounded; satisfied with the results of his once-over, the lion returned his gaze to the fading silhouettes in the horizon. His smirk widened momentarily, before he spoke once more.

"Pity your daughter sided with them so foolishly." He remarked, "Shame she only inherited your good looks and not your smarts." The lion purred in what was obviously not an insulting tone, but rather, the opposite. In the quiet of the moment, and being sure that the pride was making themselves at home within the cave, Scar allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, leaning in to flick his tongue over Sarafina's ear gently. The King would allow himself some peace and quiet for the rest of the day; tomorrow, the cogs in his mind would begin turning towards enforcing his regime over the Pridelands, but he and his pride, his children, his Queen, they all deserved to relish the moment.

A rumble of a purr arose from the depths of Sarafina's chest as her dark-maned lover padded up behind her to rest his form at her side. For him the lioness was all affection. Her posture oriented itself so that she could lean into him, eyelids drifting to a dreamy half-mast as his tongue rasped over her ear. A sigh could be heard; with the expulsion of air so too did Sarafina ease from herself the tension of the day's battle. Her husband and pride were safe, returned to the home that he had won for them through cunning so many years ago.

Leaning into him Sarafina allowed herself to sink half of her face into the raven waves that curled along his neck, one eye returning to the retreating figures. A hum answered Scar's observation of her daughter, the only response she voiced for a brief moment of reflection.

"Too much of the father in her," The lioness mused thoughtfully. "He didn't understand that morality and reality cannot always see eye to eye either." Another sigh, this one more discontented. "I would have preferred her to remember her duty to the pride before she went gallivanting off to seek new males. That aside... Were the caves clear?"

Scar's ear flicked in mild annoyance, an uncommited hum escaping him. Too much of the father in Nala alright. Surely, their future heirs would not have that problem. Scar valued his present children as pride members, but he couldn't risk traitor blood running his pride.

'Too much of the other prent' was a problem both of his children presented. Nuka, weak and frail like his mother, but without her wickedness and drive to succeed. Kula had Sarabi's soft gentleness but lacked the ability to lead. Neither child had enough Scar in him. But a child between himself and his beloved queen? There was no such thing as a cub having too much Sarafina or too much Scar in it. Scar would make sure his true heir was perfect.

All in due time, however.

"They are." He replied, "Simba's laughable excuse of a pride didn't linger." Scar would gladly have welcomed former pridelanders that seemed harmless and gave him their loyalty, but alas, they were all like their leader; brainless and hardheaded to a dangerous extent. Except for his own daughter, of course; she had, at least, proven to not be a complete disgrace. He didn't even have to question her loyalty.

"Their fate is no longer our concern." Scar added; he would personally be perfectly fine with Simba and his brood getting eaten by hyenas. "We have a golden age to focus on ahead of us either way." The lion added, chest puffed out in pride.

In the end, Mohatu's wish had been granted.

Sarafina's laugh was as a whisper of distant birdsong, gentle and melodic. Something her beloved had said seemed to have truly struck a chord with her, and what started as a hum graduated into a bubbling chuckle.

"A golden era, my love? Surely you must be mistaken. The golden kings three are dead or gone," Her creamy fur pressed against his red as she leaned into him, sinking against him again as a glint of wicked humor sparked in her eye. "Your era shall be as red as your kin, as red and royal as your bloodline alone could be."

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An excerpt from A Whole New World RP!!!

Check it out here;
a-whole-new-world.boards.net/

bg is from the movie b/c hi I wasn't feeling it

Description
Twilight was nigh, touching upon Pride Rock and turning the horizon to a line of flame. Upon the pinnacle stood a lone feline with fur the color of cream. Seated with tail tucked around her feet the lioness gazed out across the Pridelands, eyes the color of an early dawn's teal fixated on a fine point. A group of shadows, mere smudges now, were in hasty retreat from the very spot she now sat. Her own daughter had been among them, exiled by her mother. It had been a cold move following a brief battle -- even as a formidable opponent herself Nala hadn't been able to best the lioness who'd trained her -- but it had been necessary. Nala had done a fool thing, bringing her betrothed back to Pride Rock. He'd disappeared shortly after their babe had been born and had, for all appearances, taken the baby with him.

Fools, them both.

Perhaps Sarafina's own Scar had his faults, ones even she could not claim blindness to, but he had never up and abandoned those that belonged to him. The reinstated queen dipped her head to her chest, straightening her fur with a few swipes of the tongue. Scratches stung her pelt here and there, but luckily none had savaged her deeply. For her king the lioness had fought valiantly and violently. No quarter had been spared on her former pridesisters, those stupid enough to have betrayed their king. The rains they had claimed abandoned them to Scar's evil had returned, just as Scar had predicted, and the land was already growing lush again. All without Simba.

Hearing the whisper of pads upon stone behind her Sarafina lifted her head once more, face turning so that only her profile was visible as a single teal eye glanced over her shoulder.

"My Queen."

In the aftermath of the battle, Scar had busied himself with making sure everything was in order; that no former pridelander was left behind in the cave his pride would call home now, or the surrouding areas. A snitch in his ranks was the last thing the rightful King of Priderock needed, after all. Simba's pride had been unsually clever this time, though, and had decided not to let anyone in their ranks linger. Good.

The dark lion closed the small distance between him and Sarafina, soundless steps carrying him there swiftly. At his Queen's side, he sat slowly, watching the distant figures with evident satisfaction. Scar himself had barely even been touched this one time, carrying almost no scratches from their fight for the pridelands. Emeral green eyes assessed the lioness's form momentarily, making sure his beloved was not terribly wounded; satisfied with the results of his once-over, the lion returned his gaze to the fading silhouettes in the horizon. His smirk widened momentarily, before he spoke once more.

"Pity your daughter sided with them so foolishly." He remarked, "Shame she only inherited your good looks and not your smarts." The lion purred in what was obviously not an insulting tone, but rather, the opposite. In the quiet of the moment, and being sure that the pride was making themselves at home within the cave, Scar allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, leaning in to flick his tongue over Sarafina's ear gently. The King would allow himself some peace and quiet for the rest of the day; tomorrow, the cogs in his mind would begin turning towards enforcing his regime over the Pridelands, but he and his pride, his children, his Queen, they all deserved to relish the moment.

A rumble of a purr arose from the depths of Sarafina's chest as her dark-maned lover padded up behind her to rest his form at her side. For him the lioness was all affection. Her posture oriented itself so that she could lean into him, eyelids drifting to a dreamy half-mast as his tongue rasped over her ear. A sigh could be heard; with the expulsion of air so too did Sarafina ease from herself the tension of the day's battle. Her husband and pride were safe, returned to the home that he had won for them through cunning so many years ago.

Leaning into him Sarafina allowed herself to sink half of her face into the raven waves that curled along his neck, one eye returning to the retreating figures. A hum answered Scar's observation of her daughter, the only response she voiced for a brief moment of reflection.

"Too much of the father in her," The lioness mused thoughtfully. "He didn't understand that morality and reality cannot always see eye to eye either." Another sigh, this one more discontented. "I would have preferred her to remember her duty to the pride before she went gallivanting off to seek new males. That aside... Were the caves clear?"

Scar's ear flicked in mild annoyance, an uncommited hum escaping him. Too much of the father in Nala alright. Surely, their future heirs would not have that problem. Scar valued his present children as pride members, but he couldn't risk traitor blood running his pride.

'Too much of the other prent' was a problem both of his children presented. Nuka, weak and frail like his mother, but without her wickedness and drive to succeed. Kula had Sarabi's soft gentleness but lacked the ability to lead. Neither child had enough Scar in him. But a child between himself and his beloved queen? There was no such thing as a cub having too much Sarafina or too much Scar in it. Scar would make sure his true heir was perfect.

All in due time, however.

"They are." He replied, "Simba's laughable excuse of a pride didn't linger." Scar would gladly have welcomed former pridelanders that seemed harmless and gave him their loyalty, but alas, they were all like their leader; brainless and hardheaded to a dangerous extent. Except for his own daughter, of course; she had, at least, proven to not be a complete disgrace. He didn't even have to question her loyalty.

"Their fate is no longer our concern." Scar added; he would personally be perfectly fine with Simba and his brood getting eaten by hyenas. "We have a golden age to focus on ahead of us either way." The lion added, chest puffed out in pride.

In the end, Mohatu's wish had been granted.

Sarafina's laugh was as a whisper of distant birdsong, gentle and melodic. Something her beloved had said seemed to have truly struck a chord with her, and what started as a hum graduated into a bubbling chuckle.

"A golden era, my love? Surely you must be mistaken. The golden kings three are dead or gone," Her creamy fur pressed against his red as she leaned into him, sinking against him again as a glint of wicked humor sparked in her eye. "Your era shall be as red as your kin, as red and royal as your bloodline alone could be."

--------

An excerpt from A Whole New World RP!!!

Check it out here;
a-whole-new-world.boards.net/

bg is from the movie b/c hi I wasn't feeling it