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Character(s): Mufasa & whoever comes across him.
Content: A certain King is having nightmares.
Setting: First floor.
Time: Night time.
Warnings: Sadness? 8( Actually - I'd give this a PG-13 rating. There is some icky imagery involved and, for that, I apologize. But this is Mufasa's greatest fear.
Fatigue had finally overcome Mufasa. Though he liked to stay alert when the sun set, he found that presently impossible. With careful steps, he found a spot near one of the walls to lay down. Unfortunately, for him, Paixao would not let him rest peacefully tonight.
The moment he closed his eyes, dark images flitted through his mind. Wrinkling his nose, he tried to push them down. But, instead of relenting their hold, they grew in strength, overpowering his exhausted mind with a flood of memories.
"I'm going to be King."
Oh yes. He knew that voice. It was his own when he was little more than a cub. And, of course, he was speaking to his brother.
"All of this will be my responsibility, you know. I'll need your help."
Then, he had been ignorant of Scar's various expressions. But, now, he saw them clearly and they made his heart ache. Every word he said to Scar was hurting him. Had the bitterness truly started then?
The scene shifted and suddenly he was in a much, much darker place. He recognized it immediately. It was the gorge.
Lifting his head - within the dream - Mufasa tried to determine why he was here. There were no wildebeests, though it looked as if they had stampeded through here recently. As he looked down, he realized why he had come.
"Simba!"
His voice broke as he looked down at his broken...and dead...cub. Great tears welled in Mufasa's eyes and he roared out his despair. Leaning down, he gently and tenderly picked up his cub - his son - and tried to walk forward.
It did no good.
He collapsed and cushioned Simba between his paws. His tears dotted the cub's fur as he licked over Simba's crushed body.
All of his hopes and dreams -
Where were they now?
Jerking awake, Mufasa found himself crying inconsolably. Even his throat was raw. Had he roared in his sleep? Standing up shakily, he stared into the darkness, his eyes glowing dangerously.
Content: A certain King is having nightmares.
Setting: First floor.
Time: Night time.
Warnings: Sadness? 8( Actually - I'd give this a PG-13 rating. There is some icky imagery involved and, for that, I apologize. But this is Mufasa's greatest fear.
Fatigue had finally overcome Mufasa. Though he liked to stay alert when the sun set, he found that presently impossible. With careful steps, he found a spot near one of the walls to lay down. Unfortunately, for him, Paixao would not let him rest peacefully tonight.
The moment he closed his eyes, dark images flitted through his mind. Wrinkling his nose, he tried to push them down. But, instead of relenting their hold, they grew in strength, overpowering his exhausted mind with a flood of memories.
"I'm going to be King."
Oh yes. He knew that voice. It was his own when he was little more than a cub. And, of course, he was speaking to his brother.
"All of this will be my responsibility, you know. I'll need your help."
Then, he had been ignorant of Scar's various expressions. But, now, he saw them clearly and they made his heart ache. Every word he said to Scar was hurting him. Had the bitterness truly started then?
The scene shifted and suddenly he was in a much, much darker place. He recognized it immediately. It was the gorge.
Lifting his head - within the dream - Mufasa tried to determine why he was here. There were no wildebeests, though it looked as if they had stampeded through here recently. As he looked down, he realized why he had come.
"Simba!"
His voice broke as he looked down at his broken...and dead...cub. Great tears welled in Mufasa's eyes and he roared out his despair. Leaning down, he gently and tenderly picked up his cub - his son - and tried to walk forward.
It did no good.
He collapsed and cushioned Simba between his paws. His tears dotted the cub's fur as he licked over Simba's crushed body.
All of his hopes and dreams -
Where were they now?
Jerking awake, Mufasa found himself crying inconsolably. Even his throat was raw. Had he roared in his sleep? Standing up shakily, he stared into the darkness, his eyes glowing dangerously.