Oh boy, we'd better be glad Hana and Loo are with their Daddy right now, because what we wouldn't want would be Mel to be all maternal and cornered when she sees an animal lose in the street.
She's agressive enough as it is, seeing as it's only days since she cleaned up bodies that had been eaten, so that's why her foot draws back and the axe in her belt is drawn out the second she sees it.
Shenzi finds that the axe is the most interesting part of this scenario, "interesting" here having the meaning of "Very Bad Indeed". Hmm. Well, if in doubt, don't admit to anything.
"I didn't do anything!" she says quickly. She'd back away, but, y'know, the wall.
Of course, lurks and Magog rutting well talk, so that doesn't help Shenzi's situation that much. It does mean she's downgraded to 'culprit and possible food source' to 'possible newcomer and potential threat', which sort of helps, right?
"What didn't you do?" Mel asks, lowering her weapon.
"Never been here before... how'd I even get here?"
Shenzi takes a couple of warily experimental steps forward, mainly to test Mel's reaction. Hopefully it won't involve more sharp things. "I'm from the-- Pride Rock. I live in the Pridelands." That's said with a bit of a smirk. Probably she won't get into trouble for being foreign -- it doesn't smell like this is anyone's territory. "But what are you, anyway? Shaved monkey?"
"Magic," Shenzi repeats flatly, with no attempt to hide the tone of 'you believe in that rubbish?'. "Shaman junk and messing around with leaves and shells? You think it could do that?"
The second bit of news earns a Headroll of Anguish. "But I have to get back! Life had just given me a break... argh..." Grumpy sadface. "No, I haven't. You look weird. Should I have?"
She'll... just ignore the stuff about the magic people for now. Though the part about humans earns a quizzical frown. There's a translation for that expression, and it goes something like: "What a freak-show."
But first? There is business to attend to, if she's going to be here for a while. "What is there to eat around here? I guess I'm not allowed to eat you guys." Seeing as they're the welcome committee and all.
"Com'on, I'll show you," she says, nodding and heading towards the store. "Foods in packages, and I guess you can't operate a tin opener with paws. I'll show, though. And get you started."
"I can open up a turtle," offers Shenzi, slinking along after the human. It's pretty much the only analogy for 'package' she can think of, and 'tin opener' gets filed away with healers and fire-controllers in the These Aren't Real section of her brain. "You got turtles? Not much meat on them for all the effort, though. You'd do better with zebras or -- or hippos -- something big." And if it only gets half-eaten so that she can finish it off, so much the better.
She's still uncomfortable, tense with all the worries of finding oneself trapped in a strange world, but hey -- food is food.
Shenzi snorts. "If it doesn't talk back, it must be stupid or dead." She considers this for a moment. "Or have its mouth tied up. Does it count if it just mumbles at you?"
Inquiring minds and bottomless stomachs want to know!
She's agressive enough as it is, seeing as it's only days since she cleaned up bodies that had been eaten, so that's why her foot draws back and the axe in her belt is drawn out the second she sees it.
She doesn't think to talk to it.
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"I didn't do anything!" she says quickly. She'd back away, but, y'know, the wall.
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Of course, lurks and Magog rutting well talk, so that doesn't help Shenzi's situation that much. It does mean she's downgraded to 'culprit and possible food source' to 'possible newcomer and potential threat', which sort of helps, right?
"What didn't you do?" Mel asks, lowering her weapon.
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Biiiiiiig nervous smile. Shenzi hadn't thought this far. "Uh... whatever you were angry about?" Smooth.
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"You new? Where did you come from?"
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Shenzi takes a couple of warily experimental steps forward, mainly to test Mel's reaction. Hopefully it won't involve more sharp things. "I'm from the-- Pride Rock. I live in the Pridelands." That's said with a bit of a smirk. Probably she won't get into trouble for being foreign -- it doesn't smell like this is anyone's territory. "But what are you, anyway? Shaved monkey?"
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Her last trainer was a seven foot tall red Hell Boy. Talking hyenas aren't that scary.
"We're ogin with magic on how," Mel says. "But we don't know how to get back. And I'm human... you never seen anyone like me before?"
The situation's mutual, if so.
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The second bit of news earns a Headroll of Anguish. "But I have to get back! Life had just given me a break... argh..." Grumpy sadface. "No, I haven't. You look weird. Should I have?"
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It's neither trying to eat her nor does it look like it's going to eat her babies, so she's completely at ease now. As far as she gets.
"But then I got sucked ouit of my world, met a guy who can control fire and another who can heal with a touch, and I got convinced.
"Not really. I mean, not if there aren't humans in the Pridelands. But we're kinda a majority around here, is all."
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But first? There is business to attend to, if she's going to be here for a while. "What is there to eat around here? I guess I'm not allowed to eat you guys." Seeing as they're the welcome committee and all.
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[OOC: but of course. I'll catch this this evening.]
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OK, this could be a problem.
"Com'on, I'll show you," she says, nodding and heading towards the store. "Foods in packages, and I guess you can't operate a tin opener with paws. I'll show, though. And get you started."
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She's still uncomfortable, tense with all the worries of finding oneself trapped in a strange world, but hey -- food is food.
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"Here's a hint though - if it talks back, don't eat it."
Just in case.
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Inquiring minds and bottomless stomachs want to know!
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