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( The Circle of Life. )

[There is a loud yawn and the sounds of a large lion rousing himself. He sets a paw on his communicator and turns it on.]

Doctor, I am feeling much better. I will be leaving your home for some time today.

[The sound of a door being pushed open follows that statement.]

[The only background noise in this recording are the birds chirping.]

Simba? Kiara? Kovu? Are there any matters that need my attention? [He has mostly healed from his confrontation with the Heartless.] I'm sorry I haven't been there for any of you. I intend to rectify that.

[A King is always a King.]

[At the beginning of this feed, the sound of trickling water can be heard. Then, there is a great splash and the sound of someone swimming back to the bank. After a quick shake, Mufasa finally speaks.]

I was beginning to think I would never have a proper bath. [He chuckles and begins to groom him. Yes, even manly lions like Mufasa need a good ( Read more... )

Simba? [Mufasa's voice is vaguely unnerved.] Simba! [The sound of his paws hitting the ground as he runs can be heard. Yes, worlds, his Daddy Senses are tingling. That and his talk with Scar spooked him.]

Where are you? [He pauses, breathing a little hard.] Kovu. Kiara. Have you seen him? [His voice regains its kingly strength.] What ( Read more... )

[For once, Mufasa is enjoying a peaceful moment. The sigh of the wind and the evenness of his breathing are the only audible sounds at the beginning of this entry. It seems the great king is lost in his thoughts, though it is a mystery what they might be until he speaks.]

Father, what should I do? I never knew it would become so complicated. [ ( Read more... )

Sarabi? Simba? [A deep, powerful voice resonates over the network.] I am no longer in the Pridelands.

[There is a moment of silence as the speaker observes his new surroundings.]

Everything is different. [Briefly, his voice softens.] Where am I? [There is the sound of claws grazing dirt.]

My name is Mufasa. [He growls quietly, ( Read more... )