paixaorpg | Hungry Like A Wolf [Completed]

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Hungry Like A Wolf [Completed]

Character(s): Wolf and Timon
Content: Wolf treats Timon to dinner.
Setting: Haja o Que Houver
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

Timon hated taking the train. It was always so loud and crowded. Not to mention the fact that you never knew who you’d be sitting with – or would try sitting on you. After giving a citizen who had tried to take his seat the surprise of his life, he made note to shout at every citizen who neared his seat, mistaking it for available. For a majority of the ride the citizen beside him had ignored him, going so far as to avoid eye contact completely and look out the window. However, once a little girl had taken the seat in front of him and turned around to look at him, he could have sworn he had heard the man laugh while he and the young girl made silly faces at one another to pass the time. At least until the young girl’s mother forced her to sit properly in her seat and behave.

Only once Timon had gotten off the train had he begun to feel nervous. He had never met Wolf in person before, only spoken with him over the journals. And though they had spoken quite a bit, he was not completely sure whether or not he could trust the man – er, wolf. Or, whatever he was. He was still a carnivore and a rather flakey one at that. Sure, Wolf had said he was trying to turn a good leaf but at times it sounded as though he was weak, tempted into giving into his urges. Timon looked around from the bench he had climbed onto for any sign of the man. Would he be able to control himself? He folded his arms across chest, though took hold of both his arms and rubbed them nervously. Timon wished he had brought Pumbaa with him, but knew it could not have possibly ended well.

He hated being alone like this, out in the open. It gave him a bad feeling in his gut – though he suspected it could be his hunger as well. “Geez, he sure is takin’ his time.” The meerkat muttered to himself. Hopefully he would not find himself regretting this.,

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So this was the first time Wolf was going to actually meet the meerkat. He’s always been curious about Timon ever since he met him on the journals. However, one thing is for certain. Though Timon was an animal that Wolf would normally go after for food, this guy was different. Timon was nice to him and even helped him out at times. It really seemed that he would be a good friend to have. Wolf was surprised that Timon didn’t react horrified or scared at the fact that he accidentally summoned heartless. In fact, it seemed he was convinced it wasn’t Wolf’s fault that they came up during the incident with Zidane. Certainly, Wolf regretted telling Timon, but it was somewhat relieving to finally let it out to someone besides Scar.

Thinking back about the some of their conversations they had on the journals, they did have one conflict that always seemed to come up... Scar. Just what was it about that lion? Who was it that was right, Scar or Timon? Puzzled, Wolf knew he had to find out for himself, and try to figure out if Scar really is a villain.

While Wolf pondered, he noticed he was getting near to the train stop. The Haja o Que Houver wasn’t too far from Wolf’s apartment, so it wasn’t so bad for him to walk toward the train stop near the place. Once he arrived at the stop, he looked around, Wolf found it hard to find Timon in the crowd of people. He squinted to see if he could find the guy. Wolf wasn’t sure what the meerkat smelt like, but he knew it wouldn’t be a human scent. He sniffed around then spotted Timon who was on one of the benches, happily he waved as strolled over to his little buddy, “Hi Timon! Pleasure to finally meet you outside the journals! How you doing?”

He was waving… And smiling… Very widely. Timon tilted his head slightly to the side and arched a brow Wolf as he made his approach. Was he always this excited to meet people? Geez, this guy must have been lonelier than Pumbaa. He gave a small, unsure, wave in return, considering the likelihood of outrunning this guy. Timon’s smiled nervously. He had his doubts, but if he weaved through enough people, maybe he could lose him. Wolf’s didn’t look as though he could follow him through narrow spaces or break through anything he could climb behind. His tall stature made him look as though he could possibly even be clumsy during a chase. Hm. Maybe if he started now he could-

“Hi!” Timon quickly replied, doing his best to hide his nervousness. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Hungry… Or sick. But probably hungry.” He drummed his paws against his stomach and looked up, way up, at Wolf. “You know, you're a lot taller in person.” And his smell… He had such a bizarre combination. Not quite like the hyenas, but… no, it was faint. But there was something moderately familiar among the foreign mix. Though, Timon certainly had no room to talk about odd combinations.

Yes actually, this was quite typical for Wolf, at least when he’s in a good mood. In this case though, Wolf was happy that he was meeting with a friend. Though, not exactly the clingy type per say, he’s merely the easily playful type. It wouldn’t be too hard to compare Wolf to a puppy at times.

Wolf smirked, “Grrrf, good thing we’re gettin’ food then.” He kneeled down a bit to get better look at Timon, man he really is short, looks like he’ll be looking down a lot at this guy. Unless he like picks him up, but he has a feeling Timon might freak out, just a bit. Wolf chuckled, “Comes with being part human I guess. So does that mean I might have to slow down for you? Y’know, since I got longer legs.”

Timon scoffed, appearing almost insulted by Wolf’s concern. Him, slow? Yes, horribly true but he was hardly about to admit that. Not to Wolf. And asking him to carry him was completely out of the question. He carried himself on his own two feet. Usually… And depending on the company. Besides, it made him sound weak, incapable of hold his own. And that was anything but him. He hurriedly began to walk in the direction of the restaurant, nose held high in the air with pride. Though, Wolf would have no trouble keeping up to him, even at a faster pace. It was, after, all he had said: he had longer legs.

“You just worry about keeping up.” The meerkat replied, not bothering so much as to look back at the Wolf as he led the way. “I’m travelling on an empty stomach. I don’t want to have to slow down and wait for you. Speaking of which, have you ever been to this place before, Haja’s?”

Wolf let Timon walk ahead of him, as he put his hands in his pockets. He thought that would be the case. Keeping a steady pace behind the meerkat, Wolf knew this guy would be fun to tease at times. Though he’ll keep the whole food chain jokes at bay for now. Figuring that there were enough lions to mock him with that.

Once asking about the place, Wolf nodded, “Oh Haja o Que Houver is a great place to eat when you’re hungry,” grinning he started to remember some of the food he ate there, “They have some delicious rare meat, of course that’s mostly what I ate while I was there. I can’t recall if I ate anything else besides that.”

Thinking for a minute or so, Wolf did managed to think of something beside the food as he snapped his finger at the thought, “Oh! The music they played there was pretty good too!” he recalled, remembering some of the lively music and activity they had there.

Timon rolled his eyes subconsciously at Wolf’s response. Just about anywhere was a good place to eat when you were really hungry. Time before, Timon had found himself so hungry he could eat a steak or chicken breast, something he would never consider otherwise. “That’s reassuring.” He replied, not sounding particularly enthused at the idea of dinning on the succulent meat Wolf so greatly favoured. However, his annoyance seemed to disappear, a softer tone hear once he spoke again. “I used to live there, the hotel connected to the place. My roommate and I would eat there every day. The food was good, the music entertainment and the company not too bad either.” He looked up at Wolf who already appeared to have caught up with him. “You don’t live there now, do you?”

Wolf started to drift off for a bit, thinking of the different selections of meat he could try. Juicy, red, tender, delicious, born to gorge, that’s him! Though Timon was able catch Wolf’s attention when mentioning about where he use to live.

Looking down at Timon, giving half of a smile, Wolf spoke, “Well no, I actually live in the Iriela Apartments.” He nodded his head toward the direction of where that building was. He gave a shrug, “It’s not that far from here though, so I don’t mind the walk.”

Wondering for a bit, Wolf spoke again, “So where do you live now?”

Wolf’s innocent inquiry received a feisty response, Timon snapping back at him in return. “None of your beeswax!” However, as quickly as he had said it, Timon immediately felt regret. He couldn’t help that he was on edge, especially after all that had gone on. He just didn’t want to put anyone else in danger, especially when so many of those he cared for were in that house. The meerkat looked away and rubbed his arm awkwardly. “Sorry.” He said, oddly found apologizing for his words. “It’s, uh… Complicated. There’s a lot of guys out there out to get me and some of my roommates. I don’t want anything get out, you know? But I’ll probably be moving again soon.” The Organization already knew Namine was there… But did they know who else?

“I think I used to live in Iriela too.” The meerkat continued, having remembered Wolf’s mention if his current residents, Iriela Apartments. Then again, Timon had probably been to just about everywhere in the city. At least, it would not have been surprising considering the amount of time he had spent there, especially compared to others. “I’ve stay in a lot of places. That’s the one run by gypsies or somethin’, right? How are they? They don’t keep you up all night, do they?”

Surprised at Timon’s outburst, Wolf’s eyes raised a bit. However, after Timon apologized and explained why he had to keep where he lived a secret Wolf nodded in understanding. He knew what it was like to being watched over constantly before. Wolf tilted his head a bit though, why would Timon be in so much trouble? He started to guess it was probably because of all of those lions he seemed to know. Yet again, maybe there’s more to this story than Wolf knew, but he wasn’t going to push it. Now wasn’t the time, and it certainly wasn’t his business.

“Don’t worry I understand, my friends and I used to be a target back in my world,” Wolf noted, remembering the many times they were being either chased after, or hunted. Luckily none of those guys were here, though he wouldn’t mind if Virginia was here with him, but that’s a different story entirely.

Wolf recalled the apartment that him and Remus lived in. He gave a smile and a nod, “Yup, so far so good. Nah, no one has kept us up yet, but I’m a pretty heavy sleeper myself.” Though if someone ever forced Wolf up, they are sure to get a cranky growl in return for it. He gestured to Timon, with a bit of chuckle, “Anyone kept you up all night yet?”

“Kids.” He replied with a groan, recalling the time Naminé and Roxas had kept him up with their chatter. Exhausted at the time, the meerkat could not recall what the two had been talking about, though, he was sure it had been something serious. “Got a few living with me. Thought I’d be able to keep a closer eye on ‘em that way.” Timon shook his head and buried his face in his palm. “Boy was I wrong. One is trouble enough. I don’t know what made me think I could handle four.” He had been way, way, over his head before these Nobodies had even entered his life. Where they placed him now he could only begin to imagine. Though, he made no effort to do so. Instead, another thought was brought to mind.

These Nobodies no doubt smelt of Darkness, a scent he had easily come to recognize during his time here, but what did he smell like? He must have carried the scent of both lion and warthog, having spent so much time around them. But… What if he smelt of Darkness as well? He had spent just as much time with Roxas and Naminé as he did Simba and Pumbaa until recently. Had he somehow picked up their scents as well? Timon had never thought about it before. The exposure he had had to both Light and Darkness, were they distinguishable to the knowing nose? His once quick pace began to slow to a walk until he stopped all together.

“Before we get to Haja o Que Houver I gotta ask you a few things.”

Wolf listened to Timon talk about some of these kids he had around his home. He gave a soft chuckle, knowing how hyperactive children can get or annoying to most adults. For the most part Wolf was pretty oblivious to them, to him kids were kids. As long as they grow up and learn the right from wrong then they should be all right.

Yet again, Wolf met a good number of kids while he was here now that he thought about it. Hm, must a coincidence. At least he knows they can take care of themselves. Though Wolf was a bit worried about Alice and Osaka sometimes, those two seem to get into trouble quite easily.

Glancing down at the meerkat, Wolf started to notice his friend was in deep thought over something. He blinked, wondering what was on his mind. So naturally when Timon asked Wolf if he could ask him a couple of questions, he shifted his feet slowly with Timon to a full stop. He kneeled down to get better look at him, “Sure, what do you need to know?”

Timon shifted uncomfortably, noting the sudden distance that had once been between him and Wolf gone. Wolf had taken the liberty of kneeling down to speak to him, which was quite nice considering how often Timon was forced to look up. Talk about a pain in the neck. The meerkat reach out to scratch the back of his neck on that note, eyes drifting to the ground momentarily.

“Ah, right.” He replied, trying to recall what it had been he meant to ask. “What I wanted to know- er, what I was wondering is… Those creatures, the ‘Heartless’ you thought you summoned, do you remember what they smelt like? Was there any particular scent you noticed, anything you can recall?” A new idea came to mind at that thought. “Do you remember what Scar smelt like?” Maybe there was some sort of connection. It was crazy, but who knew? Scar was equally as full of surprises as Timon these days.

Eyes staring straight into Timon’s, the conversation definitely seemed to have drifted into a more serious matter, the heartless. Wolf paused to look down for a minute away from the meerkat, trying to collect his own thoughts about the subject. It was a good thing that he now was able to keep his emotions at bay from clouding his thoughts. Wolf really needed his mind to think clearly right now too.

Within his deep concentration, Wolf spoke to Timon, “I wasn’t able to pick up distinct scent at the time… The heartless were nothing I could ever detect before, it was almost as if nothing was there but… it was almost like ashes.” Wolf started to remember the time the heartless disguised itself as Virginia too, and how it didn’t smell anything like her, but that of almost nothing. His eyes frustrated into the ground, almost in pain of remembering these things, but he couldn’t help that these memories were almost too frightening for words.

“All I could smell was Zidane in pain and… I was so distracted, by the time I smelt Scar’s presence, he already was there behind me to tell me that he saw the whole thing and-” Wolf winced as he closed his eyes, no no, concentrate! This is no time to get emotional, he already did enough of that, and he doesn’t need anyone else to worry about him. Wolf opened his eyes again trying to remember, “I’m pretty sure Scar’s scent was much different, but I was rather distracted at the time, so it might be too early to tell.”

He hadn’t meant to upset Wolf. It had been the last thing on his agenda. However, he should have known mention of the Heartless alone, never mind the fact that he was prying on something Wolf most decidedly was uncomfortable with, would lead to some form distress. He waited patiently for Wolf to reply, allowing his own eyes to stray from the man and to the ground while silence fell over the pair.

“Heartless have a habit of appearing whenever Scar is around.” Timon said once Wolf had finished. “This ain’t the first time something like this has happened. I bet he’s behind all this somehow. I don’t really know how... But there’s gotta be something. I’ve only seen him around the Heartless once but he looked pretty calm.” It could have just been coincidence but he Timon was too stubborn to admit such a thing. Scar was guilty in his books, regardless if he had evidence to prove it or not. “I wonder if they’re attracted to him for some reason… And if he smells like that Darkness stuff at all.” The meerkat wondered if he did as well but had Wolf recognized the scent, or what he thought was the scent, surely he would have said something by now.

“Last they appeared with him around was when he was with Alice. She doesn’t seem like the type to summon ‘em – though she does like to look for the trouble.” The meerkat sighed. “Kids. Oi!”

Wolf let himself relax as he listened to Timon talk. The meerkat certainly seemed convinced that Scar was the one summoning the heartless instead. Wolf had to admit, the fact that Timon said that every time the heartless showed up when Scar was present, was rather suspicious. Wolf couldn’t help but wonder if that was coincidence, or something vile was at play. He watched Timon in complete interest, as he spoke about Scar and the possible connection he had to the heartless.

“If the heartless seek out the darkness in people’s hearts, then Scar would want others die before him,” Wolf spoke collecting his thoughts on this, “If he had a hunter’s intent, then it would be easy for him to summon the heartless on anyone he wanted to kill.” He appeared to be calm when talking about this, but really his mind was racing. Wolf did wanted to harm Zidane at the time, and he had no idea what Scar’s true intent was. This was all on guess after all, and it would be a very serious accusation to make about Scar.

“I wouldn’t jump out on a limb and say it was him yet though, we barely have any evidence,” Wolf said to Timon, if anything it would ultimately backfire on him, since he was upset with Zidane during that particular incident.

When Timon talked about Alice, he blinked at him, tilting his eyebrow upward. “Alice? No way, she’s harmless, if anything she’s one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met,” Wolf said as if it was a fact. Yet again, Alice had been nothing but nicest girl around him, it would surprise him greatly if she would even try to hit someone. Wolf chuckled, “Though I gotta admit, she does have a knack for trouble like most kids, I’ll try to keep a better eye on her if I can.”

Timon shuttered at the idea of Scar dying. As much as he hated the lion, he could not wish death on him. He couldn’t wish death on anyone. Not seriously, at any rate. The thought made him uncomfortable. These thoughts, however, were forced aside as he listened to Wolf continue. “I don’t think he’s out to… Kill anyone. Not yet.” The meerkat replied after a moment of thought, hesitating at the idea of such violence. He killed Mufasa, Simba’s father, his own brother. To say he hadn’t the intent, the ability, it just didn’t sound right. “He likes games. He’ll make others get their paws dirty for him and trick them into blaming themselves.” The meerkat looked up at Wolf. “I think you’ve been had, just like Alice.”

“He’s got her thinkin’ he’s her friend. It makes me mad seein’ that slimy snake take that kid for a sap.” He clenched his fists and shook one at Wolf in frustration. “She’s got herself in enough trouble as it is. She doesn’t need to go looking for more.” Timon gave a sigh. “I’ve been tryin’ to keep an eye on her myself, following her around to make sure she stays outta trouble. But that kid is quick! I had a hard enough time keeping up with her when she was with Scar. If you end up keepin’ an eye on the kid, you’ll let me know if something comes up… Right?”

It wasn’t hard for Wolf to see if someone had not only the intent, but also the ability to kill anyone they choose. After all, the Hunter back in his world wouldn’t give a second thought on simply exterminating someone. Though Timon was probably right, if anything, Scar would be the type to probably plan out someone’s death first. Much like the Evil Queen would.

Wolf narrowed his eyes, if he’s been had, then this would be no different than the Queen, she was deceitful and played tricks on his mind. God forbid it if Scar were to play his mind like violin during the full moon. He muttered in a sorta growl, “It wouldn’t be the first time someone has tried to trick me…”

Looking down at Timon, Wolf knew one thing was for certain. If Alice was associating with Scar, then he definitely needed to keep an eye on her. Wolf didn’t want anything to happen to poor girl, she didn’t do anything wrong and was completely innocent. “I will make sure she won’t go out by herself from now on then,” Wolf glanced to the side, “I don’t want anything to happen to her either… Don’t worry Timon, you have my word, I’ll let you know if anything happens again and I promise to protect her.”

It had not been the first time someone had tried to trick Timon either. But he was not about to admit that nearly as easily as Wolf had. He folded his arms across his chest and watched Wolf curiously. It did not come to him as surprise to hear he had been fooled before. In the amount of time he had spoken with him over the journals, Timon had come to realize Wolf was rather easy to manipulate if one knew how. Of course, Scar seemed to have little trouble in figuring that out. He knew exactly what buttons to press. The meerkat lowered his head, wondering what trouble Wolf had found himself in those other times – he was sure there had been more than two occasions this wolf had been tricked.

Timon glanced back up at Wolf at the mention of Alice, a small smile across his lips. It was good to know someone else was looking out for her, especially when they had a greater chance of defending her than he did. “Good to know. And don’t think I won’t hold you to that promise, bub! I’d hate to see anything happen to that kid.” He brought both paws to his hips, continuing to look up at Wolf. “Glad we can agree on that. And I’m hoping we can agree on eating this lunch! I’m starved!”

The sooner they got to the restaurant, the sooner Timon could eat. Well, he'd have an easier time smelling Wolf for any traces of Darkness too among all the citizens in there too, but food was what was most important to him. He was already sure Wolf had not summoned the Heartless, Darkness or not.

Wolf nodded at Timon with a smile back, “Grrrf! You can count on me!” He meant it too. Alice was a really nice girl to him as a friend. So it was only natural that Wolf felt protective of the child, and didn’t want anything bad to happen to her too.

Although, once the magic word ‘food’ was said, Wolf immediately got back up to his feet. After all, delicious, tender, moist lunch sounded wonderful right now! He grinned as followed Timon to the restaurant, “Awwwoooo! You said it! I’m so hungry I can eat a dragon!”

It was a figure of speech, though if Wolf could do it, he probably would. If the dragon was delicious, and not dangerous enough to catch that is. Though it didn’t seem to bother him to think that he could try at least.

A dragon? Timon looked puzzled by Wolf’s remark. What in Paixao was a dragon? He blinked numerous times, deciding it must have been an animal of some sort. What sort of qualities this creature possessed however he could only begin to guess. All he knew was that this was something he most likely would not want to eat personally. He raised a brow at Wolf but said nothing in response. This was not something he wanted to know about.

Once they arrived at the Haja o Que Houver, Timon immediately directed them to a booth in a far corner of the restaurant. A little privacy went a long way, especially when so many unwanted ears could be listening. Without having to do so much as lean from his side of the table, Timon was easily capable of picking up the entirety of Wolf’s scent. When the oddly identical scent shared between citizens, Wolf’s was far easier to determine inside the restaurant then outside where there was a more persistent mix of visitor’s scents. The meerkat kept his menu held up in front of him, pretending to browse through the selection.

“I didn’t pick up any traces of Darkness on you.” He spoke up, though kept his voice low enough for only Wolf to hear. “Maybe a few weird scents, but nothing too short from the ordinary - at least, not enough to tip the Heartless your way over anyone else’s. Usually the guys who can summon those things reek of Darkness. You reek, but only because you need a bath.”

Following Timon into the restaurant, Wolf didn’t mind that they sat in the back, in fact he kinda preferred it as well. Better to have privacy if they were gonna talk about some stuff that was important. Wolf had already picked out a number of things on the menu. Mostly all of it was meat of course. Which he seemed delighted to look at, of course he’ll want them all rare, he likes his meat still with some red in it after all. Juicy and tasty, oh already he was starting to look delighted just glancing at some of the options on the menu.

Wolf actually did notice Timon smelling him, but didn’t give it a second thought, mostly because he was preoccupied by the choices of meat. Though once Timon told Wolf didn’t have any traces of darkness on him, he tilted his head to the side a bit. Can the meerkat truly tell whether he does or not? This made Wolf curious, if not wondering how many times Timon encountered himself with anyone who had the power of darkness within them. It was a relief to hear that Timon thought that Wolf doesn’t though.

At the comment of taking a bath, Wolf decided to sniff himself, and gave a thought or two about it. He didn’t smell too bad he thought, but maybe he could use one. “Grrf, I haven’t had to impress anyone lately, so I guess I didn’t think of that…” Wolf spoke, mostly to himself about having good hygiene at the moment.

Though directing back to the conversation about the darkness Wolf decided to press on this, pretending to be looking at the menu too, scratching his chin in thought. “You really think so though? I mean I don’t know anyone else who could summon heartless myself, so I wouldn’t be able to tell-” this struck something in Wolf’s mind immediately, he hadn’t thought about Scar’s scent more directly, but this was starting to make more sense now. Glancing upward, he lowered the menu, at this thought. His voice was low, almost in a whisper as he spoke to Timon, “If we are suspecting Scar behind this, it would explain… Why he knows about them… How they could be summoned.”

Somehow, he was not surprised by Wolf’s response regarding his bathing habits. Thankfully, he managed to refrain from further comment, his eyes wandering to the ceiling as a bitter response lay on his tongue. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how Wolf could attract anyone by looks alone but Timon’s perception on humans left all rather ugly in his books. They had such freakishly long arms and legs, ugly fleshy bodies and strange noses. They were almost as ugly as monkeys – and they were ugly. The meerkats expression grew sour at the thought. If he thought of this any more than he already had he was going to make himself sick.

Forcing these thoughts aside, he tried to focus on what Wolf was saying. He noticed his train of thought wandering while he spoke, slowly teetering to something Timon had hoped he would not have put together. Had Wolf realized that the only way he was familiar with Darkness was by him being around it himself? He cringed at the thought, pondering whether or not Wolf would change his opinion of him. Maybe this was just the sort of proof he needed to know he was the ‘bad guy’ opposed to Scar. He nervously brought his paw to his mouth and began to chew his nails, the silence shared between them lasting what felt like forever. Was Wolf just toying with him? Had he joined in alliance with Scar? Was this all a trap?!

Timon ever so cautiously peeked around his menu at Wolf, surprised to find him looking directly at him. And then he spoke. And, honestly, said the last thing the meerkat expected to hear; Wolf agree with him. A wave of relief fell over Timon, enough to almost have him topple over. However, he did his best to remain composed, lowering his own menu while he looked at Wolf. He had never really suspected Scar to ‘summon’ Heartless at will, but now that he thought about it, it made sense. How else would he learn so much about them? Who in their right mind would share such information with such an obvious threat? Timon rubbed his chin, thinking carefully before he replied.

“Are you familiar with the villain types livin’ upstairs - by which I mean in City Hall. A group unconnected to the Organization took the place over some time ago, that’s why it’s surrounded in all those thorns. They don’t want anyone to get inside. I tried to crawl through it before, but the roots are too deep and grew so tightly together I can’t squeeze through. They’ve been awfully quiet lately… The group up in City Hall, mind you, not the roots. I haven’t seen ‘em for some time. But from what I remember, they were able to control the Heartless. At one point they cast the entire city into Darkness and had Heartless crawlin’ all over the place.”

Of course Wolf did think that there is a chance he may be mistaken, but Timon seems to agree with his theory about Scar possibly being the one to summon the heartless. However, to what purpose would Scar want with Wolf to think that he summoned them instead? It didn’t make sense, unless Scar supposedly was just playing with him. Though there must be some reason beyond that, what was he planning? What is he trying to accomplish something out of this?

These thoughts stayed in Wolf’s mind as he concentrated on his meerkat friend when he talked about City Hall. Wolf has walked passed it a couple of times, noticing the vines that covered it and that it just screamed bad luck territory. Out of pure instinct he stayed clear from it, knowing that it most likely harbored some kind of bad force. Wolf may be adventurous, but he knew better than to go into a place looks like someone still owned it and may kill you the second you walk in.

Wolf leaned over a bit putting his chin against his knuckles in interest to Timon what was discussing with him, “I haven’t heard much about it other than it was a bad place to go to,” he quirked an eyebrow as he listened. He wondered what type of people was there, and if possible anyone was as bad as the Evil Queen.

“Villains are there hm? Well huff puff, isn’t that a shocker,” he scoffed with sarcasm, but he was taking this seriously, “I’ve been reading some of the things people have been talking about on the Organization on the journals. All that I have learned is that they delight in toying with others.” Honestly that was as far he knew about them, from what he could tell, it was hard for him to distinguish who was part of it.

Wolf scratched the back of his neck with a huff, it seems like he has a lot more villains here then he thought. He made a small growl in anticipation, “If they have summoned the heartless before, then Scar must have learned it from them. That is rather suspicious if he was able to get information from people like that. Do you know all who is in that group of villains?”

Timon hated to admit it but Wolf was certainly onto something. He had never thought of the villains ‘recruiting’ anyone. They were so anti-social – except for maybe Hades. And Scar, he was evil, but was he that evil? This was Simba’s uncle they were talking about. He pursed his lips and tapped a ‘finger’ against them in thought. It was possible. But what gain could they possibly get with him? Scar hardly struck him as the ‘team-player’ type. The meerkat gave a tsk.

“But why would they teach him? Just so he could use them against us?” he ran a paw through his hair and gave an irritated sigh. “What do they even see in that jerk?” Another huff escaped him. “The more I look into this guy the worse he gets.” The meerkat buried his face in his hands, a groan given as he began to pace across the table. “These guys are serious trouble and just like the Organization, supposed to be D.E.D.” He paused for a moment, questioning his spelling, but quickly waved the thought aside. “Maleficent, this ugly ‘ol witch is their leader. Apparently she’s some ‘Mistress of all Evil’ or somethin’. She smelt almost entirely of Darkness. Whether or not she’s still here or not, I couldn’t tell you. I ain’t heard anything from her, Jafar, or Hades for awhile now – those are the other two that were with her; Jafar and Hades. As for those other guys in coats, I can tell you all ‘bout them. They’ve been here just as long as I have.”

This also puzzled Wolf, what would Scar’s purpose be to go after them? Were they a threat of possibly something? Or was it really all just a game like Timon said he does. He growled a little, trying to compose his thoughts. Wolf clasped his hands and lets his lips graze them as he continued to listen to Timon. Maleficent, she must possess some pretty powerful magic if she proclaims to be a ‘Mistress of All Evil’. Already Wolf was starting grit his teeth in dislike at someone like that.

“Grrrf, Looks like we’re dealing with some nasty stuff here,” Wolf said, which even he considered to be an understatement. He glanced from side to side. Making sure no one was listening in on them, “What have they done in the past, besides summon heartless? Maybe we can figure out what they’re trying to do and what their motivation is from it.”

“I don’t know much about Maleficent or the rest of ‘em.” The meerkat admitted. “They keep mostly to themselves, like I said, in City Hall. They’ve been too quiet to follow. One day they just showed up here, around the time ol’ Oturo croaked. Oturo was the old mayor who, eh, met an early end if you know what I mean.” Timon had always linked the Organization with Oturo Heirwidthal’s death, but now that he thought about it, it could have been Maleficent’s as well. He wondered… “But after takin’ over City Hall she said she was the new order in this city and everyone that apposed her would be pushin’ daisies. No one can fight her with all those thorns blockin’ City Hall but… She ain’t done much to enforce any laws since the city was swallowed in that Darkness stuff.”

He turned his glance away from Wolf and to the salt and pepper shakers resting on the table. If only he could somehow get back inside City Hall, listen in on her planning, and snoop through the cities records. Well, at least try to. One could only get so far when it came to such a task and could not read.

Sounds awfully suspicious that those guys did show up around Oturo’s death. Scratching his chin as he listened to Timon, on how Maleficent really did want a chance at taking over this place. Doesn’t surprise him, but now he knows where these controllers of the darkness came from. Though if given the chance it seems they needed an insider’s scoop to know what they’re up to.

It seems Wolf may need to think about penetrating some vines by using some tricks up his own sleeve. Back in the 9 Kingdoms, he already was starting to plan a deceit by making the Evil Queen think he was on her side. When really, he was going to try and save Virginia from her.

While Wolf was in thought, his voice again was low, “Timon… If Scar thinks I trust him… This might give me a chance to find out if he’s with Maleficent or not,” he said, at least he knows that he wants to try to attempt this. This will at least confirm their belief of what Scar was trying to do, possibly an answer to their bigger question of why he wants to. Wolf knew he needed to try to talk to Scar again, that or find out some other way.

At his name, Timon turned to look back at Wolf, surprised by the low tone of the man’s voice. He was even more surprised by what followed it, a flood of ideas unleashed inside his head. However, as great as all these ideas sounded, especially their profit, there was this small annoying voice that told him otherwise. To ask such things of Wolf, though he was sure the man would happily agree, easily put his life in danger. If he were to get hurt – Ugh. Timon sighed. Pumbaa was rubbing onto him and he probably had the smell to prove it. He brought a paw to his forehead.

“I think you should stay away from Scar.” The meerkat said regrettably. “We can find out another way. He's too dangerous.”

In return Wolf was also surprised, but by the fact Timon didn’t want him to go through with it. Yet again, this must have been out of concern if something wasn’t going to go in the right direction. He was rather sure he could take care of any problem that might arise, one way or another though. Wolf gave a small smile in return, as he spoke, “I’ll be alright, Timon, you don’t have to worry.”

Wolf tilted his head to the side, “Besides, what other method do we have? I can’t think up of anything else.” It was true, though maybe if they were to collaborate together they could come up with something. It would take a lot of thought and planning though, that’s for sure.

Oh, they all said they’d be alright. He’d even said it once and it had made no difference because he had still found himself in trouble and still made others worry. Timon couldn’t ask this of Wolf, not when he knew how likely it was he’d get hurt. It wasn’t worth it. If anything happened to him, this thing, ‘guilt’ as Pumbaa had called it, would nag at him forever. He shook his head at the thought.

“No, I’m not dragging you into this.” He said firmly. “I’ll… I’ll figure something out. Just keep away from Scar. He’s more trouble than he’s worth. Somethin’ like this isn’t worth the risk of you or anyone else getting hurt.” Timon would argue all afternoon with Wolf if he had to.

Never did someone say to Wolf that they didn’t want him to be dragged into trouble with them. This actually touched him slightly, though it must have meant that Timon really didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. Wolf tilted his head as he looked at his friend with a small smile again. He really was grateful that he cared about him, but he really shouldn’t worry too much about him.

“Awwoo, I don’t mind getting dragged into trouble,” Wolf stated, “It happens to me all the time, usually by accident, but that’s not the point.” He leaned in a bit, his face now changing into a somewhat serious expression as he looked at Timon.

“My point is, you don’t have to do this by yourself, you know I’m here if you ever need any help,” Wolf’s eyes stayed on Timon in determination, he didn’t want anything to happen to his friend after all. And it did worry Wolf in case something was to go wrong on Timon’s end and he wasn’t there to help.

This wasn’t up for debate. As far as Timon was concerned, he had dragged far too many people he knew into trouble. Simba’s kidnapping had taught him that well. He refused to place anyone else in danger if he could help it, Wolf included. He felt a string of regret for saying so much. He had meant to inform Wolf of the cities dangers so that he could avoid them not interrogate them. Why were the larger creatures always so stupid? Timon restrained himself from slapping a paw over his face in frustration.

Wolf’s hard stare made it difficult to look away, never mind refuse his help. Only once he lifted his menu and could block Wolf’s gaze was he was able to break from his spell and speak. “If I wanted your help I would have asked for it.” He said in a snotty tone. However, from behind the menu his expression had fallen, this feeling of guilt growing more evident in him. Wolf was only trying to help but the only way Timon could think to stop him was by pushing him away. Still…

The meerkat slowly peeked out from behind his menu, as though to check if Wolf were still there before he spoke again. His tone was far softer than before. “But, uh... Thanks.”

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Well, at least Wolf did offer help regardless. He gave a soft nod of understanding, and spoke, “Not a problem.” He lifted his menu upward as one of the waitresses finally approached them. Asking them what they would like to have.

Wolf’s eyes lit up, the sudden reminder of that he’ll be getting food had already lightened up his mood, “Ah! I’ll have the big juicy red steak! Rare, very rare! And… Oh! A side order of those lovely mash potatoes you have and a tall glass of apple juice and…” Glancing over at Timon, he almost forgot about the meerkat, “Oh, what did do you want to get Timon?”

Timon blinked numerous times at Wolf, trying his best to forget what steak was and even more so what ‘rare’ meant. Although, he supposed it could have been worse. Wolf could be devouring the entire animal right in front of him. His expression soured at the thought. At least Simba did not know about this stuff yet, or so he hoped. It wasn’t so much the idea of the lion trying it that made him nervous, but the fear of him actually enjoying it. He tried to focus on his menu and ignore such troubling thoughts until he heard his name called.

“Huh?” he peeked out again at Wolf, then the waitress. “Oh!” The meerkat dropped his menu and smiled at the waitress. “Cátia, long time no see! Bet you’ve missed me, huh?” Cátia likely did not but her manager surely enjoyed the money Timon had always made Vyers spend on him. He grinned at the waitress who presently wondered if there would be enough space at their table for both meals. Wolf was likely just as great an eater. “Hope you haven’t forgotten my favourite.”

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