Characters: Zira [Open] Content: A lioness checking out the area Setting: Pride Lands Time: Week 32, beginning of the week during the day Warnings: It’s Zira, so violence is expected?
Sighing, Wolf walked into his room, feeling like he should probably take a walk outside. Get his mind off the whole Scar thing, he definitely felt like he shouldn’t do that again. At least, not until he knows he’s fully prepared to confront him. So far though, Wolf hasn’t had any recent luck picking up any more clues. Though he knows the closest clue he can get was that lioness Zira, she seems heavily intent on getting her way to have Scar as king of the Pride Lands, one way or another
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Zira paused when she heard the cry of... a dog? The Lioness grit her teeth as she slowly stalked through the grass, following both the sounds of the clumsy creature and the unmistakeable sound of the canine.
All too soon she was crouched in the grasses, not far from him. What was that? He didn't look like a wild dog and he definitely was not a filthy hyena. For now, she watched and remained down wind.
Timon clutched Pumbaa’s ears tightly as the warthog trotted horridly toward the sound of distress. “This is crazy!” the meerkat hissed in a hushed tone. “Have you even thought about this? What if that thing eats us, huh?” Met with nothing but a snort in return, Timon growled in frustration. Helping strangers wasn’t his thing, especially when they were in an even stranger land. Who knew what carnivorous beasts lurked in the shadows, threatening to spring out at any moment and…! The meerkat closed his eyes, another cry echoing across the grasslands. They were much closer now. If Timon didn’t know any better, he’d say they were practically beside it
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"But what if he needs our help, Timon? Wouldn't you feel bad if you knew you could've helped him and then you didn't? I know I would." Pumbaa looked up at his buddy on his head disapprovingly. "Besides, maybe he could help us too."
The warthog paused in thought. "I think I'm having a Déjà Vu."
Wolf got up on his feet, growling a bit to himself in frustration. Just what is with this stupid castle and all these bloody stages here? Something in the air changed though, his nose twitched, was that…?
“Bacon? Bacon?” Wolf started to grins, “Delicious, nibble it. Roast it, toast it-GOTTA HAVE IT, IT’S BACOOOOON!!” He jumps from his spot, and run out among the blades of grass, toward the smell of delicious pork. Wolf pounced once he spotted the pig, but suddenly something small caught his eye. Timon?!
Scooting into an immediate halt in front of the warthog and meerkat, his ears laid flat in confusion, “Arrroo? Timon? What are you doing out here?”
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All too soon she was crouched in the grasses, not far from him. What was that? He didn't look like a wild dog and he definitely was not a filthy hyena. For now, she watched and remained down wind.
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The warthog paused in thought. "I think I'm having a Déjà Vu."
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“Bacon? Bacon?” Wolf started to grins, “Delicious, nibble it. Roast it, toast it-GOTTA HAVE IT, IT’S BACOOOOON!!” He jumps from his spot, and run out among the blades of grass, toward the smell of delicious pork. Wolf pounced once he spotted the pig, but suddenly something small caught his eye. Timon?!
Scooting into an immediate halt in front of the warthog and meerkat, his ears laid flat in confusion, “Arrroo? Timon? What are you doing out here?”
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