[Ongoing; Open]
Character(s): Mufasa & Open.
Content: The King is sorting through a number of happenings.
Setting: He will always be heading in the direction of the Pridelands.
Time: Morning, Week 36.
Warnings: None as of yet.
Leaving his communicator behind, Mufasa exited the Doctor's home and stepped out into the open air. As a breeze ruffled his mane, he realized that the weather was shifting. It wouldn't hinder him in the slightest - at least not yet. Thus the lion chose to ignore it and continue on his way.
With each step he took, he couldn't help himself from wondering about his son. Simba had left so...abruptly. He hadn't even gotten a chance to say farewell. Scowling, the great lion looked up at the sky and sent up a silent prayer for Simba's safety.
You are loved. You will always be my son. Even if I'm not with you, you are not alone.
Just then, the breeze picked up, causing Mufasa to chuckle deeply. Oh yes. Everything would be fine with Simba. Truthfully, he should be worrying about himself more. Shaking his head, he pulled himself together and turned towards the rising sun, his golden eyes glowing brilliantly.
Content: The King is sorting through a number of happenings.
Setting: He will always be heading in the direction of the Pridelands.
Time: Morning, Week 36.
Warnings: None as of yet.
Leaving his communicator behind, Mufasa exited the Doctor's home and stepped out into the open air. As a breeze ruffled his mane, he realized that the weather was shifting. It wouldn't hinder him in the slightest - at least not yet. Thus the lion chose to ignore it and continue on his way.
With each step he took, he couldn't help himself from wondering about his son. Simba had left so...abruptly. He hadn't even gotten a chance to say farewell. Scowling, the great lion looked up at the sky and sent up a silent prayer for Simba's safety.
You are loved. You will always be my son. Even if I'm not with you, you are not alone.
Just then, the breeze picked up, causing Mufasa to chuckle deeply. Oh yes. Everything would be fine with Simba. Truthfully, he should be worrying about himself more. Shaking his head, he pulled himself together and turned towards the rising sun, his golden eyes glowing brilliantly.