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Character(s): Kovu, open
Content: Kovu has had his first "lover's spat" and isn't happy about it
Setting: Pride Lands
Time: early morning
Warnings: ...nomming of a poor, almost-defenseless gazelle. Probably emo. And of course by "emo," I meant shenanigans. Obviously.
This sort of frustration was new to the young lion. He was used to being stuck in situations he couldn't do anything about, but hearing Kiara get so upset with him had left him dumbstruck. He spent the whole night after that pacing back and forth, trying to think of what he could say to her to apologize. And what he should say to Mufasa. The old King hadn't said anything about the way Kovu was acting, so how was he supposed to know it was wrong? Did Kiara forget where Kovu grew up?
But...that was the whole point, wasn't it? Kiara...wasn't the one who needed to forget the Outlands. He was. And he really wasn't doing a good job of it, either. He growled in frustration. Every time even the slightest hint about his mother or Scar came up, he kept just getting angry about everything all over again. How was he supposed to get over his past if he always did that? He told everyone he would try to move on, but...he hadn't really been trying at all, had he? He'd just been acting the same way, saying that so they'd all get off his back.
The frustrated growl turned into a quiet roar, but at night Kovu wasn't going to let himself get any louder. The last thing he needed was to wake up some angry elephant or something. The wind blew a familiar scent toward him, and his stomach growled. He hadn't had any good meat in a long time...
The sun rose on Kovu voraciously tearing at the flesh of his kill, a gazelle that had let itself fall behind its fellows trying to run from him.
Content: Kovu has had his first "lover's spat" and isn't happy about it
Setting: Pride Lands
Time: early morning
Warnings: ...nomming of a poor, almost-defenseless gazelle. Probably emo. And of course by "emo," I meant shenanigans. Obviously.
This sort of frustration was new to the young lion. He was used to being stuck in situations he couldn't do anything about, but hearing Kiara get so upset with him had left him dumbstruck. He spent the whole night after that pacing back and forth, trying to think of what he could say to her to apologize. And what he should say to Mufasa. The old King hadn't said anything about the way Kovu was acting, so how was he supposed to know it was wrong? Did Kiara forget where Kovu grew up?
But...that was the whole point, wasn't it? Kiara...wasn't the one who needed to forget the Outlands. He was. And he really wasn't doing a good job of it, either. He growled in frustration. Every time even the slightest hint about his mother or Scar came up, he kept just getting angry about everything all over again. How was he supposed to get over his past if he always did that? He told everyone he would try to move on, but...he hadn't really been trying at all, had he? He'd just been acting the same way, saying that so they'd all get off his back.
The frustrated growl turned into a quiet roar, but at night Kovu wasn't going to let himself get any louder. The last thing he needed was to wake up some angry elephant or something. The wind blew a familiar scent toward him, and his stomach growled. He hadn't had any good meat in a long time...
The sun rose on Kovu voraciously tearing at the flesh of his kill, a gazelle that had let itself fall behind its fellows trying to run from him.