http://i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-killedmufasa.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-01-21 12:31 am

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!”
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[identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com 2010-02-03 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Wedged between two seated citizens, Timon winced at the lion’s outburst. He had made before the doors had closed after all. Crap. He had been hoping he wouldn’t make it onto the train at all. Worriedly, he looked at the window beside him, curious whether or not there was any possibly way he could climb out through there. Unfortunately it looked as though it was sealed tightly shut. He bit his lip and began to turn away, however, in the process managed to catch the reflection of the lion in the glass. His eyes widened. There was no way of telling exactly where he was but it looked as though he were close.

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.