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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2021 8:41:27 GMT
Timon couldn’t believe this.
These humans were just a... A travesty! Yeah, that was definitely the word he was looking for. First one had shot at him with one of those gun things and now one was given sanctuary at Pride Rock? Ok so Simba had told him it was a cub. But that still meant he could grow up to be the baboon with the gun and that was not cool at all.
Aye yae yae, had he taught that kid nothing?
So here he was again attempting to get himself relaxed in a hammock he’d made out of a large leaf as he rested his hand on his forehead. He had a bad feeling these problems were far from over. Heck he already assumed they are just beginning and that was just bad news.
“Maybe I’ll wake up and this whole thing would be a bad dream,” he muttered. “Like last month when I ate those bad stinkbugs. Yeah, a dream that’s it. All a dream.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2021 2:22:48 GMT
Not far from the oasis, the infamous leader of the Outlands and a couple of her best hunters were on the prowl in search of food to feed their pride. Since the Outlands were scarce in terms of greenery and prey didn't frolic there like in the Pridelands, they often resorted to making the trek into the jungle. It was a far walk from the Lion's Den and was crawling with poisonous insects and snakes, but Zira was determined to do what she could to keep her clan thriving...especially her adoptive son Kovu, who, as Scar's chosen cub, took precedence and always ate first. Zira felt something deep in her chest grow warm with pride as she thought of how much potential her favorite son held, how much faith she had that he'd one day grow up to be all she hoped for. She kept her eyes peeled for the juiciest critter she could catch for her dear little Sc...Kovu as she tread carefully through the undergrowth flanked by her fellow hunters. The fear-scent of a meerkat met her nostrils, and she licked her lips. "Get lost," she hissed to her accomplices, "this one's mine." As the other lionesses obeyed and scattered, Zira's red eyes found her target: a meerkat who was pacing around next to a small lagoon and looking positively nerve wracked, though he hadn't even smelled her yet. She peered through the fronds at him a moment longer, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, then with a sharp roar leapt out at him with unsheathed claws.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2021 7:20:59 GMT
Timon smelled Zira before he saw her.
Now he has met Zira a handful of times. Of course, being the adoptive father of the king and all he’d practically been there when this she-devil had been exiled. But to say the least he was not expecting to get a whiff of Outlander this far into the Pridelands at all.
But then he heard the roar.
The scream he let out once again alluded to the fact he was, first and foremost only very brave at all. What the heck had disturbed yet another relaxing day in the...? Oh god, it was Zira! What was she doing there! “Hey now! No way!” He jumped back, shrieking. “I oughtta call the whole Pride on you! Who do you think you are, huh? Didn’t fur ball kick your keister to the Outlands!”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2021 9:43:35 GMT
Zira salivated expectantly as she anticipated the wet crunch of bone and internal organs between her claws. Meerkats were a challenge to catch and lions usually only hunted them out of necessity, but she'd overheard Nuka mention that Kovu particularly liked their gamey flavor. If that termite-bitten overgrown cub weren't just dropping hints for himself in Kovu's name... The little creature squealed in terror, and Zira bored down on him with a malevolent grin, edging closer and closer. "Now I have you, you little..."
Then she stopped dead in her tracks and narrowed her eyes to slits.
Was this thing...talking to her?
"Call the whole Pride on--" the Outlander queen stammered out, aghast.
And then it hit her: this meerkat's scent wasn't like that of your run-of-the-mill burrowing meerkat. It was masked beneath the stench of warthog, and the unmistakable scent of lion. But not just any lion: Pridelander.
"Ohhh," she purred out, suddenly amused by the whole situation. "I know who you are now." She began to tread a slow, inhibitory circle around Timon, barring him from escape as she studied him. "You're one of Simba's little...pets." She'd spat the Pridelander king's name from her jaws like it tasted vile. This makes things interesting, Zira thought to herself as she keenly eyed the terrified Timon.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2021 1:42:46 GMT
Damn so she did remember him? How flattering.
Honestly, he thought that she didn’t have a brain in that big head of hers. Though who knew weirder things happened. Given he was currently not in the company of a warthog that could skewer her though did not bode well for his ability to get through this.
Wait a minute, what had she just called him?
Pet!? PET!? Why he ought to... Oh right, big teeth , sharp claws but still! How dare this freak of nature go and call him the pet of the king? “Pet!? I’ll have you know I raised the king, ugly!” He snapped as loudly as he could. “Now vamoose! Scram! Go back and demand a face lift or something, you’re painful to look at! Sheesh!”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2021 3:43:41 GMT
Zira listened as Timon blew his stack at her words, smirking condescendingly down at him.
At Timon's claim, she balked, then was suddenly overcome by a fit of raspy laughter.
"Oh, YOU raised King Scar's killer!" she sneered as she regained her composure, her gaunt face very close to Timon. Every tooth glistened slickly in the midday sunlight. "Well, I guess I've heard stranger things. Why else would he let you and that putrid-smelling slab of bacon follow him around?" Zira suddenly sat straight up, her eyes still peeled on Timon.
"If you must know, weasel, the Outlands have been particularly unforgiving lately, and me and my girls," she emphasized the word to make it clear she wasn't alone, "are just doing what we can to stay alive. I don't believe we're far enough into (snicker) your son's territory as to warrant alarm, but if you simply must run back and report to him..."
Zira gently batted at Timon with her paw, claws unsheathed. Though light and nonchalant-looking, it was a wordless threat.
"Mmm, don't you look juicy. Most of you meerkats are so thin and stringy...you don't run around too much, do ya?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2021 4:47:53 GMT
King Scar! Ha! Some king he had been.
Timon couldn’t help but laugh right back, after all. Honestly Scar was on his shit list, even dead for what he had put Simba through. Honestly this whacko had a lot of nerve coming here and talking about him... “You mean the one that raised him to put that jerk in his place? Hell yeah I did!” Timon said proudly. “Serves him right, after how he tried to kill Simba! Oh who am I kidding? You look like a cub killer anyway.”
Timon snorted, oh lord she wanted to talk about how they were starving. Right, like what Scar had done. Did he feel a smidgen of sympathy? Not exactly. “Simba ain’t gonna like Outlander’s prying around anyway. Not with what he just got thrown on his plate,” As usual. Timon talked way too much. “So I wouldn’t test his... Eh!”
He fell on his butt in annoyance. “Hey I exercise twice a year! More than enough!”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2021 6:35:25 GMT
Zira felt a twang of anger in her chest, and her lip curled into a wicked snarl. How dare this insufferable little rodent insult King Scar?! The queen suddenly found herself at a logical crossroads as she bore down on him, listening to the bold words spewing from his rodent mouth. This meerkat was obviously in no position to argue with her, and she'd paid no mind to his slights on her own appearance, but calling the rightful king of the Pridelands...the late king, thanks to that treacherous Simba...a JERK, was something Zira could simply not abide from anyone.
And then he mentioned something that caught her interest.
An eerie calm settled onto Zira's face as an idea formed in her mind. After easily nudging Simba's littlest stooge onto his furry behind, she placed both massive, lithe paws on either side of him, claws unsheathed in malicious warning. She settled onto the ground and began to rhythmically bat him between her paws, like a cub playing with a dung beetle.
"And what, pray tell, DOES our almighty king have on his plate right now, my little friend?" Zira asked him in a dangerously gentle voice.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2021 21:46:47 GMT
Oh god!
When he saw the claws Timon could feel fear welling up in the pit of his stomach. What was she gonna do huh? Of course, it didn’t take him long to find out. What the heck!? Didn’t her mother ever teach her not to play with her food? Did she even have a mother? Or had she just crawled out of the deepest, darkest pits of hell?
Either way, it didn’t take him long to get freaked out and squeak like the fearful little rodent he was sometimes. “Nothing! Nothing! Just some cub who showed up in the Pridelands!” He squeaked again. His voice high pitched and nervous. “Something to do with some birds that fell out of the sky! Come on, stop it would ye! This is very uncomfortable.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 9:59:43 GMT
The obvious terror in the meerkat's voice, not to mention his now trembling form and the delicious fear-scent his fur exuded, sent a little thrill of pleasure up Zira's spine, causing her to purr involuntarily. She couldn't help but admit that even the idea of a tiny thing like him being afraid of her made her feel still more powerful. As if being in command of a ruthless army of lean, unrelenting outcasts weren't enough.
Or maybe it was simply the knowledge that the weasel she now lay toying with was a dear friend of Simba.
Funnily enough.
"A cub, you say? Mmm...how interesting," Zira drawled, eyes flashing curiously as she paused briefly, contemplating the disheveled, angry meerkat between her paws. A cub...did Simba and Nala have more little princes and princesses on their paws? Perhaps the Pridelands were getting a tad too crowded. "Cubs can be troublesome indeed; I should know, after all, I have three hungry little ones waiting at home..."
Birds falling from the sky?
The queen's eyes flashed as realization struck her. Only the previous sunrise, a gigantic bird had fallen a distance away from the Lion's Den. It had shrieked and belched smoke into the sky as it plummeted to the desert ground, and upon impact there had been a loud crash that had reminded Zira of thunder, yet far more powerful and dangerous. A few of her lionesses had been out hunting near where it had landed. Each of them had returned unscathed, yet badly shaken, but Zira had ordered them all not to go near it until they could be sure what it was.
Perhaps the Pridelanders knew exactly what was going on...
The lioness smirked as she brought her twisted jaws very close to her prisoner's face and roughly licked him.
"...and they simply adore the taste of freshly-caught meerkat~".
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 20:25:11 GMT
Yikes!
Timon spat out as he tried to dry himself off. That was the most disgusting - most horrendous thing he had ever experienced! What was wrong with these people? Why were the Outlanders so creep.. Wait had this lunatic just said that she liked the...
Oh god, this torture was never fun and she knew exactly how to get to him! Psychotic whack! “Not his cub! Not his cub! I’ll tell you whatever you want! Just don’t eat me! Please! I’m too young to die!” He shouted dramatically,
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