Samwel Igwe
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Human Prince of the Pridelands
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Post by Samwel Igwe on Jan 3, 2021 23:24:20 GMT
Like he’d suggested to the Leopard, Akachi, Sam had made his way to Pride Rock in earnest.
By this point, Sam was exhausted as it hadn’t been a short trek. His legs burned, he still had some open wounds, and he had started to limp. But mostly he was tired - after all, he’d hardly slept at all out here for fear that any minute he might be the snack to some talking leopard.
So when he was stopped by some hornbill demanding to know what his business was. He had wasted no time asking about the king, despite his shock, he watched the hornbill quickly fly off making it clear he was to stay put before taking a seat and resting against some rocks.
He could see the top of Pride Rock close by in the distance but not much else. And could only wonder what kind of king a lion made. Would he just see him as lunch? His mom had worked with lions and he’d gotten close to a few. But this wasn’t one of them - this was a wild animal...
And here he was, having lived on rations, bloodied and looking like hell. He was a sitting duck he assumed. “Just stop building yourself up, Sam,” he muttered. “You’re no good to anyone acting like a fraidy cat.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2021 23:48:27 GMT
The lion would like to say that he saw Zazu so flustered only a few times, but if he was being honest the bird tended to get worked up over the smallest of things. He had spotted Zazu on the horizon, flying far too fast for it to be him simply returning from a look out, while he was talking with his mother about the hunting party. Sarabi wasn't Queen anymore, but when it came to experience the older lioness tended to have much more. The land was still healing and Simba was loathe to over-hunt and send the herds back to the outskirts of their territory. He excused himself from his mother, who made her way down to the party waiting just below the great rock that they called home, so that he could meet Zazu as he came to a haggard stop before the lion.
Simba tried very hard to not roll his eyes as the bird bowed, finding it odd despite his title. Zazu had seen him as a small, tiny cub barely able to walk, and yet here he was giving respect that Simba wasn't so sure he'd earned yet. Sire! Sire! Trouble, there is trouble on the horizon Simba's brow rose, his head cocking to the side as he waited patiently for Zazu to take in a gulp of breath before continuing. There is...something out there, wounded, hurt, but not anything I've ever seen. Like a baboon, but hairless and odd! You have to come quickly. Like nothing the bird had seen before? That did trouble Simba, as Zazu had been far and wide and perhaps had seen more than many of the pridelanders had seen. For him to be concerned, overly so, did bring pause to Simba.
They had just gotten rid of Scar and were almost rid of the stench he left, Simba wasn't so sure they needed something unfamiliar right now. With a quick nod of his head, Zazu took flight and Simba followed after. His mind mulled over what he might find, what he might do, when he found this unknown entity. It appeared that another trial was upon him now, before the first one could even be solved. He smelled it before he saw it, the scent of coppery blood and he looked upwards at Zazu who was now gliding downwards towards him. Ahead, your majesty He wouldn't correct Zazu this time, not when they were inching closer to a wounded...something.
It came into view shortly after, Simba slowing to a walk with Zazu perching upon his shoulder to peek uneasily around Simba's mane. Simba might not have known what the creature was, but he could see that it was hurt. "I was told you wanted to see me." Simba spoke easily, cautiously, as he regarded the creature. "What happened to you?" Another pause as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Are you seeking sanctuary?" Was this the work of the outsiders? Simba couldn't stop the questions from arising in his mind, suspicions leaving him wary to what was in front of him.
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Samwel Igwe
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Human Prince of the Pridelands
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Post by Samwel Igwe on Jan 3, 2021 23:57:40 GMT
Sam was a little surprised by how large the lion was.
He had seen quite a few in his day but this one carried himself with all the regality of a king. And it was kind of cool. Awe inspiring even. He paused a moment before with some struggle getting on one knee in a bow. He wasn’t sure he was doing it right but this was royalty as weird as it was he had to show respect.
He waited until he’d fully addressed him to speak. “Uh, it’s nice to meet you, your majesty. I’m sorry for just sort of barging in I guess?” Sam replied thanking god he was well spoken at least. “My name’s Sam and I come from somewhere far, far away from your lands... But I’m not like an enemy or something... I was never supposed to be here.”
How the heck did he put this to animals that had absolutely never seen a human? “About three weeks ago. A group of “my people” crashed here. From this thing in the sky we call a plane,” he explained honestly. Trying to keep his cool. “I don’t know if anyone else survived. I know my mom didn’t make it - but I found out from one of the panthers around here that this place was ruled by a king.”
He paused. “I figured I should at least come and make myself known. I really don’t know how stuff around here works. If we’ve trespassed or something. But I didn’t think we should just go crashing in some kingdom and not make my presence known at least,” he then adde. With a bit more jest but truth too. “Please don’t eat me by the way. My mom said humans taste gamey.” He chuckled nervously.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2021 15:38:22 GMT
As the creature knelt upon one of his knees and started to speak, Simba made the realization that this wasn't just a small creature, but in fact a young one. The way he spoke, and his stature, seemed less like a full grown adult creature and more of youth. He seemed increasingly nervous and that made Simba wonder if this sort of creature lay upon the prey side of the Circle of Life. He had no claws, no sharp teeth, most of his skin was bare, which Simba found odd. Even Pumbaa had coarse, wiry hair upon him. At first glance, he would assume that the young thing wouldn't pose a danger. Most youthful animals didn't, of course, but he couldn't imagine it grown. Then again, Rafiki tended to be quite a formidable opponent with the capability of wielding his staff as a weapon.
Curious, it was all very curious.
The thing spoke his name as Sam, and Simba tucked it away, thankful to have something to call the creature other than..well, creature. He spoke of being from somewhere far away, and Simba could completely understand that. As for the not being here, it only raised questions as to why exactly he was here. "If you weren't supposed to be here, where were you supposed to be?" Sam didn't make much sense, at least to Simba. "And please, just call me Simba." Regardless of the fact that there was a decorum (one which Zazu followed so thoroughly), he still hadn't found comfort in the title.
The young one, Sam, continued to explain that he had been with a larger group of his kind, flying in the sky before they had crashed. The newest information was hard for Simba to swallow, or at least wrap his mind around, so for now he tucked it away in the back of his mind in favor of figuring out what to do now. Sam continued to explain that he was the only survivor of the crash and Simba found himself pausing for a brief moment as a pang of sympathy shot through him. Losing a parent was hard, not to mention being completely on your own. If there was something he could relate to, it was that.
"I won't eat you Sam." Simba spoke, his voice low and reassuring before he was looking over his shoulder back at Pride Rock. Human. The name was not familiar, he had never heard of such an animal, and that there might be more was slightly concerning. "No, if what you say is true, it isn't your fault that you are here." Crashing sounded much like an accident, and Simba wasn't going to hold that against him. Besides, he doubted the child had any idea of the rules of the Pridelands. Or the rules outside of his boundaries either. "You said you weren't sure about other survivors. How far away did you...crash." It was important that Simba knew the extent. He'd send Zazu to find where this crash was and report back, to make sure that there weren't other survivors. And if there were, to determine if they were hurt like Sam or potentially dangerous.
For now though. "You're hurt, I have someone who can help you with that. Come with me." Simba started to turn before pausing, his head tilting back towards the boy. "Have you had any water? Food?" How long had he been out in the Pridelands? How badly hurt was he? The lion decided the first course of action was to help the boy with the basics. Food, water, and healing. Rafiki would be able to help with nearly all three.
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Samwel Igwe
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Human Prince of the Pridelands
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Post by Samwel Igwe on Jan 4, 2021 18:58:52 GMT
Sam was relieved when the king seemed friendly.
Then again hadn’t the leopard mentioned he had been raised on grubs? Maybe that meant he was raised differently than most lions. He knew a lot about lions in the wild after all and most would have been more territorial. “My mom and a bunch of other adults. They’d been hired by this guy named MacHenry to search for a place called Zion. They thought it was somewhere near a place called Kenya,” he explained honestly. “They say that it’s magic or something. But when we were flying on our way this huge storm happened... I don’t know, it came out of nowhere. I don’t remember a lot.”
He felt his throat tighten a bit as he asked about other survivors and the crash. Sam had cried a lot in the last few days but could still feel them sting his eyes trying to keep his composure. “There were three planes. I don’t know what happened to the other two. But one of them caught on fire,” he explained. “My... My mom and I were sucked out of it. I was in a seat so I guess that’s why I made it out. She wasn’t... I don’t know it happened so fast. When I woke up we were in some sort of grotto.” Someone with keen ears could probably assume Timon and Pumbaa’s neck of the woods.
When he brought up his wounds Sam sighed in relief. If they had someone that could help him this whole thing would be much easier. “Thank you your maj - sorry, Simba,” he then added. “Awesome name by the way. My mom used to work at the zoo with a lion named “Kimba”.” Ironic of course.
He paused a moment as he asked about food and water. “My mom packed us some food so I’ve been eating a little at a time. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be out there,” he admitted. “Thankfully there were plenty of springs to get water. But it’s probably been a day or so for that.”
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