Relics [Completed]
Character(s): Timon, Pumbaa, and Urd.
Content: Double trouble set out in search of answers only to find a certain meerkat instead.
Setting: Pride Lands
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None.
The Pride Lands were not as he remembered them. He had mocked their ruler, Mufasa, for noting a simple stone turned the wrong way. But the lion had been right about change, Timon could not deny that. The scent was undoubtedly different, the herds had moved on, and as little as Timon cared for detail, even he could tell the plant life had changed. He frowned at the thought and tightened his grip on Pumbaa’s ears. In response, the warthog began to trot in place of the slow strides he had been making. The hurried steps made Timon realize how anxious he felt to return home, not just to the Pride Lands but to his colony. Assuming they were even still there. The meerkat had doubts, especially when he had heard of the ruin the lands had become under Scars reign. What animals that had survived had only done so by moving on. Had they, his colony, moved in time?
“I’m just thinking.” Timon told his friend. Pumbaa had stopped after likely noting how tense he’d become. It didn’t matter if they could not see each other’s faces. Somehow they’d always just been able to read one another. Though, Timon for one wished Pumbaa hadn’t been so observant. “I still got that Déjà Vu feelin’ going on. It’s got me covered in those creepy goose pimples.” He tsked. In return he received a simple nod before he flicked the warthog’s ears similar to a horses reins. “C’mon, pal. Let's whip some grass!”
After growing up here, it was almost shameful how Timon had failed to recognize the Pride Lands at first. Pumbaa had been no better, equally as lost and confused by their surroundings, even after exploring. But it had years since he had last visited the lands. Change was only to be expected, even if the world was ‘fake’, a mere floor of the castle. This place was still based off someone’s memories. The question was whose? It had not been Mufasa’s, Scar’s, or his own but they were all ‘from the past’. The only others left that he could suspect were Kovu and Kiara who came from a ‘future’ in which the first two did not exist.
There were those goose pimples again.
Timon clung tightly to Pumbaa as they sped from Pride Rock in the direction of the meerkat tunnels he had once called his home. Would Ma be just another face of the past too? Even if this world was ‘fake’, it was still based on some sort of reality. Maybe it held an answer. Timon narrowed his eyes. He needed to know. The trip to the tunnels would be long but worth it. If only to know…
Suddenly the meerkat found himself sailing through the air. A puddle of mud broke his fall but also resulted in a mouth full of dirt. He pulled himself out and spat the mud from his mouth. “Pumbaa!” He shrieked, “why’d you stop?” Timon surveyed himself in disgust and flicked the mud off and onto his friend. Thankfully the watering hole was still close by. “You could have at least warned me.”
Content: Double trouble set out in search of answers only to find a certain meerkat instead.
Setting: Pride Lands
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None.
The Pride Lands were not as he remembered them. He had mocked their ruler, Mufasa, for noting a simple stone turned the wrong way. But the lion had been right about change, Timon could not deny that. The scent was undoubtedly different, the herds had moved on, and as little as Timon cared for detail, even he could tell the plant life had changed. He frowned at the thought and tightened his grip on Pumbaa’s ears. In response, the warthog began to trot in place of the slow strides he had been making. The hurried steps made Timon realize how anxious he felt to return home, not just to the Pride Lands but to his colony. Assuming they were even still there. The meerkat had doubts, especially when he had heard of the ruin the lands had become under Scars reign. What animals that had survived had only done so by moving on. Had they, his colony, moved in time?
“I’m just thinking.” Timon told his friend. Pumbaa had stopped after likely noting how tense he’d become. It didn’t matter if they could not see each other’s faces. Somehow they’d always just been able to read one another. Though, Timon for one wished Pumbaa hadn’t been so observant. “I still got that Déjà Vu feelin’ going on. It’s got me covered in those creepy goose pimples.” He tsked. In return he received a simple nod before he flicked the warthog’s ears similar to a horses reins. “C’mon, pal. Let's whip some grass!”
After growing up here, it was almost shameful how Timon had failed to recognize the Pride Lands at first. Pumbaa had been no better, equally as lost and confused by their surroundings, even after exploring. But it had years since he had last visited the lands. Change was only to be expected, even if the world was ‘fake’, a mere floor of the castle. This place was still based off someone’s memories. The question was whose? It had not been Mufasa’s, Scar’s, or his own but they were all ‘from the past’. The only others left that he could suspect were Kovu and Kiara who came from a ‘future’ in which the first two did not exist.
There were those goose pimples again.
Timon clung tightly to Pumbaa as they sped from Pride Rock in the direction of the meerkat tunnels he had once called his home. Would Ma be just another face of the past too? Even if this world was ‘fake’, it was still based on some sort of reality. Maybe it held an answer. Timon narrowed his eyes. He needed to know. The trip to the tunnels would be long but worth it. If only to know…
Suddenly the meerkat found himself sailing through the air. A puddle of mud broke his fall but also resulted in a mouth full of dirt. He pulled himself out and spat the mud from his mouth. “Pumbaa!” He shrieked, “why’d you stop?” Timon surveyed himself in disgust and flicked the mud off and onto his friend. Thankfully the watering hole was still close by. “You could have at least warned me.”