first date?

[huntingtruths]

Character(s): nala and timon
Content: nala meets timon, and tries to eat him. let's see how things go from there. xD
Setting: a little away from the niflheim gates
Time: tuesday morning
Warnings: um. almost being eaten? :D

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[cowardly_hero]

Seeing the crazed woman's hand raise, Timon's eyes screwed closed as he prepared for impact. This was it, the end of the road. He was to remain forever without knowing if his friend, his precious Simba was alright. Or know what he'd done upset him, make him leave the jungle. The unanswered questions that drove him mad.

'Goodbye cruel world!' he thought to himself, releasing grip of the statue had tried to climb...though, it was odd. He could feel himself hit the ground, still hear the slight morning breeze blowing past his ears. Did this mean he wasn't dead?

Above him, he could clearly make out a voice. Unfamiliar, but gentle. Odd indeed.

Slowly opening one of his eyes, the man gave out a cry of surprise to see the girl staring down at him. And then she smelt him! Or at least it appeared so. Oh this was to weird. Maybe she was checking if his smell satisfied her. None the less, Timon was still freaked out.

"Simba's...dead?" the meerkat turned man asked in disbelief, horrified to be introduced to such a concept. "No-...he can't be!" He shook his head furiously, frowning at the girl smiling above him. This had to be a trick, it had to be!

"You better be sorry! You got a lot of nerve lying to me about my son's friends death!" he said giving Nala a hard poke on the nose. "That's lower than the hyena's and trust me, they know low!"

[huntingtruths]

nala was, at the moment, amused with this man, and was just about to speak when suddenly he jabbed at her nose. letting out a whine, her hands lifted to cover her face, and she looked out at the red haired man from behind her hands. " hey, what was that for! i'm just telling you the truth! " lowering her hands, she then crouched low on the ground again, a sad look crossing her face. ugh, she hated talking about it ..

" .. it's .. it's true. simba died when we were still cubs .. him and his father, our king, mufasa .. they had been caught in a stampede .. and never made it back .. scar told us what happened. " shaking her head, a soft, sad sigh escaped her lips, and she looked back up to the man. placing her hands on her nose again, she looked up at him in question, as if expecting to be poked in the nose once more. hey, it hurt!

shaking her head, nala sighed and smiled. " i'm nala. "