Dec 22, 2010 00:13
[ Everything was muffled at first. The sound of people talking in the distance was muted, as though there was a thick blanket over the speaker system of the journal that had been hung around his neck. Then, as his large paw lifted the layer of fur and tugged it to set atop his thick, mahogany mane, a familiar baritone could be heard muttering curiously to himself.
He was unaware he'd managed to already turn it on, and let the roughened paw pads press on a couple of buttons... ] How..? Hmm..is this working? [ He craned his neck to try and get a look at it while lifting it higher with his paw. Oh! Look, there was a little signal letting him know it was on and recording. The experience was strange for the King. He was so used to speaking with someone that was actually..well..there. ]
Hello?
Could anyone tell me how to get back to the Pride Lands? [ There was a pause as he looked off in the distance thoughtfully, thinking about Simba. ] I enjoyed seeing Simba grown up, but he's a troublemaker. [ Insert hearty, fatherly chuckle here. ] I still need to go back and make sure he learns how to keep himself out of harm's way.
Scar, I heard you were here. I'm guessing you haven't found a way back yet, either?
post and put some con-crit in there,
mufasa,
[ ic ],
wolfie you go straight to the filler