[It's a beautiful day outside. The sort of day that normally finds Scar baking on his favorite rock on the quad or lazily snapping at birds with no plans for any real pursuit once they take wing into one of the flowering magnolias ( Read more... )

[Ahh, spring. Finally the awful cold has begun to give way to the warmth Scar missed so much, and now that the sun's actually consistent and classes are canceled, nine times out of ten you can find Scar in the same place ( Read more... )

[Someone is struggling across the quad on very unsteady legs. It looks like, on the whole, he's got mastery of them, but no more than ten yards later his eyes widen as he wobbles, and he catches himself on a tree, hanging onto it for dear life like the ground might drop out from under him ( Read more... )

Well, it appears we're looking at a return to normalcy. I expect a return to a normal class schedule will follow. [Scar gives a mocking little shrug of his shoulders.] How exciting.

I would like those of you in my class to come prepared to discuss the matter of truth when we resume classes. How you define it, what it is... be ready to discuss ( Read more... )

[Scar has never seen snow before.]


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[Scar was trapped in the library.

Well, no, not really, but he had made the mistake of venturing out while the rain took a momentary break to settle for a dense, wet fog, and he's not about to go back outside now that it's begun downpouring again. Better to stalk the rows upon rows of shelves than pace around his room all day, which had recently ( Read more... )

[That prickling feeling of your hair raising? That would be a strangeling.

But it approaches only one. Scar.

It’s holding something. Cradling it like it was precious and fragile. A small stone.

But not just any stone, a piece of Pride Rock.

Slowly it stretches it’s hands out and calls:]

Simba

[So Simba was missing. This information was apparently confidential but, as always, the students were bound to notice. And if it hadn't been for the staff announcement, Scar himself probably wouldn't have noticed before Nala mentioned it herself. To think, Simba snatched by the Mist... it was almost too much to hope for ( Read more... )

((A continuation of these shenanigans[Scar doesn't release Mozenrath's robes from his teeth until they've made it up the stairs of the academic building, and he puts both paws on the doors to push them open before proceeding inside. His feet pad softly as he leads Mozenrath to his office at quite possibly the most leisurely pace he can manage ( Read more... )

[Ah lovely, another school lockdown, and of course his buddy is nowhere to be found. Typical. If Simba had taken it upon himself to stage an attack on the Mist, Scar certainly wasn't going out there to find him.

He restricts his search to the campus grounds, and he prowls around in a huff, shoulders hunched and claws extended.]

Simba!