The Scar On His Face

[scaronhisface]

[Something is...off, about Kovu, if you know him at all. He's clearly in a bad mood, but not an angry one, like usual. His head is low, and his eyes are downcast. His steps are slow, a little shaky, seeming barely strong enough to hold up his weight, yet no signs of injury are visible. If you're lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his left eye,

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[hatestermites]

[Sits there gnawing on a chicken leg he managed to yoink earlier. He sniffs, oh look it's Kovu looking... Melancholy. Gives an exaggerated sigh, what did he disappoint mom or something? Nuka stood up and came towards Kovu.]

Hey, what's your grief?

[scaronhisface]

[Wait, that voice-!

Kovu lifts his head to make sure he's not going crazy, but seeing his brother right there in front of him isn't making him feel any better.]

Nuka?! How are you-?

[hatestermites]

[Huh? He looks surprised, turns around to see if there's anything behind him.

Nope, just him, lifts a brow.]

Uh, How am I what?

[scaronhisface]

[Kovu sighs and his head drops again.]

How are you...alive?

[he_watches_you]

[As Kovu looks away, the water is disturbed by a soft gust of wind. If he were paying attention, the sound of footsteps might catch his attention. Then again, they might not. For such a large lion, Mufasa is able to walk quietly. After all, what sort of King would he be if he disturbed nature unnecessarily?]

Kovu. [The name is spoken lowly, but the resonance of Mufasa's voice carries easily.]

[scaronhisface]

[Kovu doesn't recognize that voice. He looks up, and the first thing he sees is the lion's large size and red mane. The voice might not have matched Simba's, but Kovu is backing down anyway.]

[he_watches_you]

[Mufasa flicks his tail in an almost lazy fashion. However, the rest of him remains stiff.]

You cannot run from me. I am not Simba.

[scaronhisface]

Then...who are you?