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Be Prepared [Complete]
Character(s): Scar, open to anyone
Content: The King of Pride Rock arrives
Setting: Niflheim
Time: dusk
Warnings: Scar's psychosis?
Scar leapt from one rock to the next, taking in every detail of the gate and its long line of two-legged visitors. They received an object at a window, then walked through as if welcomed to a new land. Some seemed overjoyed, others were quite discontent with their lot at being thrown somewhere so unfamiliar and new.
But the lion didn’t care for these people or their circumstances. No, the King of Pride Rock was more interested in just what it was that lay beyond that massive wall, inside that strange structure. There was no way to see in from outside, and it piqued Scar’s curiosity. He raised his head high and roared, then bounded down to the line, tossing people aside until he was in front of the window. He leaned in close, teeth just inches from the greeter’s face, and snarled. “Make it quick.” He bit off the last word, gnashing his sharp fangs together.
The black-maned lion sauntered into the city with his journal held in his mouth, having nowhere else to put it. His haunches swayed as he hummed, examining everything around him. The first thing he noticed was how peculiar some of these creatures smelled…not like meat at all. Scar smiled, laughing to himself. “Paixao, is it? What an interesting name. And such a brilliant place, simply marvelous! Soon, Paixao, you will have a King!”
Content: The King of Pride Rock arrives
Setting: Niflheim
Time: dusk
Warnings: Scar's psychosis?
Scar leapt from one rock to the next, taking in every detail of the gate and its long line of two-legged visitors. They received an object at a window, then walked through as if welcomed to a new land. Some seemed overjoyed, others were quite discontent with their lot at being thrown somewhere so unfamiliar and new.
But the lion didn’t care for these people or their circumstances. No, the King of Pride Rock was more interested in just what it was that lay beyond that massive wall, inside that strange structure. There was no way to see in from outside, and it piqued Scar’s curiosity. He raised his head high and roared, then bounded down to the line, tossing people aside until he was in front of the window. He leaned in close, teeth just inches from the greeter’s face, and snarled. “Make it quick.” He bit off the last word, gnashing his sharp fangs together.
The black-maned lion sauntered into the city with his journal held in his mouth, having nowhere else to put it. His haunches swayed as he hummed, examining everything around him. The first thing he noticed was how peculiar some of these creatures smelled…not like meat at all. Scar smiled, laughing to himself. “Paixao, is it? What an interesting name. And such a brilliant place, simply marvelous! Soon, Paixao, you will have a King!”
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As he drew closer to the gates the uproar of citizens grew louder. Their worried cries, however, only encourage him to go faster. He had been waiting eagerly for the re-arrival of his friend and knew all the commotion he was causing surely had him upset. It was the least of his intentions to harm anyone and for them to judge him before they even met him… He didn’t like it. Timon on the other hand loved it and took every opportunity he got to encouraged others to see his friend as ferocious, man eating lion, that way they knew better than to mess with him. But that was not something to worry about, not until later. For now he would only focus on finding his friend.
“Simba!” he shouted excitedly once the gates came into sight. “Simba, buddy! It’s me! Over here, over here!”
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He stopped. No...Simba would be grown up now, wouldn't he? A red mane. That's what Scar was looking for. But there was no hint of it anywhere. Only these odd-scented creatures on two legs, and the smell of...
Meerkat. That must be who was shouting for Simba! Then Simba wasn't here at all. The meerkat must have thought the crazed screams about a lion were about the former heir. Scar followed the particular smell of the rodent.
Head low to the ground, it didn't take long. "You're looking for my nephew?" A broad, toothy grin spread across Scar's lips.
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“Ah heh. Nephew?” Timon asked with a nervous laugh. “You’re Simba’s uncle? What a coincidence, I was just looking for him now. He… Uh, just ran ahead of me.” He backed away from the lion cautiously, suspicious of his motives. “Funny, I’ve never heard him mention you before…”
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"Ran ahead of you, did he?" He got closer to the meerkat, and his expression fell flat and emotionless, along with his voice. "Tell me, just where is he heading?"
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“Who? Oh, right, Simba. Yeah, he’s just, uh, getting us some refreshments. Yeah, that’s it. Getting some refreshments. He should be back any minute now.” The meerkats forced smile stretched further across his lips. “Then we can sort this whole thing out and proper introductions.”
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The meerkat, for his part, stank of anxiousness. "I can be patient," he answered. "So, what is your name?" Making the...rodent uncomfortable should prove entertainment enough until the brat arrived, provided the prey didn't run off.
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Diffidently he avoided the lion’s eyes while he rubbed his paws together. “My name?” he asked. “Ah, Fred. My name is Fred. And your name is-“ The meerkat perked his head up, as though there were something behind Scar. “Simba!” Timon called out and waved to where his friend would have been standing had he truly been there. “Over here! You’ll never guess who I found!”
The moment Scar turned, the meerkat would turn tail and run as fast as his little feet could carry him.
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Scar took two perfectly placed steps, but rapid, around the meerkat, one paw landing inconspicuously on his tail, pinning him. The lion's head quickly shot up, eyes wide and looking hard for any signs of his nephew. "What?! Where?! I don't see him!" Feigning concern was one of Scar's favorite pastimes, after living under his older brother for so long. Acting was one of the things the cleverer younger brother had always been much better at.
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Perfect, the one lion to appear in Paixao that wasn’t Simba turned out to be a genius.
Desperately he tried to pull his tail out from under Scar’s paw but with no success, and rising panic, he decided to give running another try. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” The meerkat shouted in protest, flailing about wildly before he sunk his teeth into the lions paw. Deep into the lions paw. He wasn't about to give Scar another chance to pin him down further.
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"HOW DARE YOU?!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, pouncing straight toward the meerkat. He weaved in between the bipeds as he gave chase, a wild look in his eyes accompanying his blurring speed and vicious swipes of his claws that knocked people out of his way who weren't smart enough or fast enough to avoid him. He cared not for these mindless fools who had no smell of blood, only for the meerkat whose scent of fear trailed behind him for Scar to follow with ease.
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Spotting a man with a rather long dress coat ahead of him, Timon suddenly jumped onto him and latched himself to the man’s coat. He did not linger for long though. After giving himself merely seconds to rest, the meerkat began climbing up the now screaming citizens back. As expected, the man had begun running immediately after he had seen the lion coming. Like many of the citizens, he appeared to be heading in one direction: the train station. Timon’s eyes widened as they approached the heavily packed train, the doors slowly starting to close. If he was quick enough he could slide in just before the lion.
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He went at breakneck speed every instant he could, but the crowds were too thick to pierce through so easily; regardless of their desire to get out of his way. For a moment, he even lost his quarry's scent, until he caught a brief glimpse of one citizen screaming even louder than the others, then saw the meerkat go through a rapidly closing opening in a large structure. Not about to let him get away so easily, Scar sprinted through just before the opening was gone.
Everyone inside pressed against the walls and the seats, packing themselves together to get away from the large predator who'd just joined them. "WHERE IS HE?!" the lion shouted angrily, unable to find the tiny morsel among the densely packed mass.
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The meerkat cautiously peeked out from his hiding place, curious as to where the lion was on the train. When he did, he immediately regretted it: though his back was to him, the overgrown feline stood right in front of him. Timon ducked back down, hoping he hadn’t been spotted. Even if he hadn’t, he would have to move. If the lion didn’t know where he was yet he certainly would soon.
Spotting a citizens purse bellow the seat, Timon carefully slipped down and into it, an idea in mind.
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The lion was out of breath from the intense run, and panting heavily. He frantically scanned for any sign of the foolish creature who'd bit him, and when he finally caught a glimpse of the reckless meerkat he was quickly thwarted by the fact he couldn't lunge between these scentless bipeds to get at his meal. Then the meerkat was gone again, somewhere on the floor. Scar laid down onto his paws, and saw only the meerkat's tail slip into a bag.
It seemed this leg of the chase would be won by patience. The black-maned lion adopted a fanged grin, and got his face as close to the bag as he could--still a small distance away, certainly too far to snatch it.
"You must come out eventually, you know," he taunted with a malicious edge. "You're not getting away from me."
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The meerkat swallowed the forming lump in his throat and slowly lowered himself back into the purse. This really would be a game of patience. Luckily for him he already had a plan in mind and more than a surprise in store for Scar. He too sat down, prepared for the long wait ahead of him but kept his head visible just enough to watch the lion in case he chose to make the first move.
The train ride was long and uncomfortable. The passengers notably got antsier the longer they were forced to stand, pushed against the sides of the train. Timon was beginning to feel the same after a certain period of time passed. He felt anxious and incredibly trapped. The moment he made a break for it the lion would un-doubtfully pounce. That was why he had to time his escape perfectly.
It wasn’t until the train came to a complete stop Timon finally decided to make his move. His eyes traveled from the doors then the lion, as though to judge the distance between the two. Then, just as the doors slid open, the meerkat suddenly tipped the purse over and slid out of it. However, he did not leave unarmed. Riding atop a rounded bottle, he pressed down on its nozzle spraying Scar right in the face with perfume.
Hoping this would temporarily distract the lion long enough for his getaway he then jumped off the bottle and ran straight for the door.
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"GAAAAAAH!" Scar shouted as his eyes were splashed with the pungent-smelling liquid. He tried to wipe at them with a paw, but it was hardly any use. He couldn't see, and now, thanks to the powerful scent of the stuff his face was covered in, he couldn't catch the meerkat's scent, either. He backed out of the train by memory, bumping into something on the way, and then tried to wipe at his eyes again. His vision was blurry, but it was enough to watch the vermin scurry out the door and into the city again, well ahead of the lion.
Scar leaped out of the train, repeating his earlier, proven methods to get the bipeds out of his way as he resumed chasing the meerkat. He didn't know where Timon was trying to run, but it didn't matter. He would have that rodent for a meal, or at least for a kill if he didn't taste decent enough to eat.
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Spotting Cafe Ersesat in the distance, Timon picked up his pace and raced for the building excitedly. After this the chase would be over and the one with the true brains would show though. The meerkat shouted to out to a man entering the café as he drew. “Let me in, let me in!” An expression of horror appeared on the citizen’s face when he spotted the lion following the little meerkat. He slammed the door shut immediately after Timon entered and locked it shut.
Out of breath, Timon looked through the glass at the approaching lion and grinned. “Ha!” he shouted, walking away from the door. “Who’s the king of Paixao now?”
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He heard the meerkat's shouting clearly, and could make out something of a structure ahead. What the lion couldn't see was the door opening and closing, or the meerkat taunting him from behind a pane of glass. To Scar, it looked like an open entryway, inviting him to continue pursuit of his minuscule quarry. The large cat picked up even more speed, intending to charge in and scoop up the meerkat in his maw at once.
He leaped into the air, claws at the ready and baring a muzzle full of sharp teeth, only to find his mass crashing through a clear, floating substance that shattered on impact. Shards of it scratched his hide even through his thick fur, eliciting a half-roared shout of pain from him. He rolled forward as he hit the ground unexpectedly, claws swiping at everything in range in an attempt to gain purchase and stop his momentum. He smashed into tables and chairs, splintering the wood everywhere, and numerous citizens found gashes from his claws in their legs. Scar slammed into the wall opposite the door in a heap of fur, small rivulets of blood soaked into his fur, and a trail of splintered wood and shattered glass and broken and scattered dishware leading to his prone form.
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The meerkat laid across the room from the lion, his eyes watching him carefully while he continued to breathe heavily out of breath. Scar looked in bad shape but Timon knew better than to expect this to be the end of their little chance. Still, part of him hoped the lion would not get up - at least not any time soon. If he somehow managed to still be standing after this, well, he had to be invincible! The way he had gone straight through the door like that, tables and chairs following… He slowly climbed to his feet, stumbling forward to get a closer look at the lion.
If he got up after this he was going to be mad. Really mad.
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Wracked with pain, the black-maned lion dragged his legs in toward his body, then pushed himself on top of them. As he tried to stand, he found he no longer had the strength to hold his body up. His legs were forced out, and he crashed back to the floor. He scowled and snarled again, then stood up with more determination, his expression proud and strong. He took a pained step forward, placing his paw down onto more of the broken glass, then another. But he kept his facial expression stoic and proud, showing nothing of the strain he was putting on his body. He took his time, and walked outside of the cafe, ignoring everyone and everything around him.
For now, the meerkat had won. Scar could no longer keep up such a physically demanding hunt. He was not his brother. But Timon was also not as smart as he thought. Scar may have given up the chase for today, but that did not mean he would forget the reason for it.