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Character(s): Kovu, open
Content: Kovu has had his first "lover's spat" and isn't happy about it
Setting: Pride Lands
Time: early morning
Warnings: ...nomming of a poor, almost-defenseless gazelle. ~~Probably emo.~~ And of course by "emo," I meant shenanigans. Obviously.

This sort of frustration was new to the young lion. He was used to being stuck in situations he couldn't do anything about, but hearing Kiara get so upset with him had left him dumbstruck. He spent the whole night after that pacing back and forth, trying to think of what he could say to her to apologize. And what he should say to Mufasa. The old King hadn't said anything about the way Kovu was acting, so how was he supposed to know it was wrong? Did Kiara forget where Kovu grew up?

But...that was the whole point, wasn't it? Kiara...wasn't the one who needed to forget the Outlands. He was. And he really wasn't doing a good job of it, either. He growled in frustration. Every time even the slightest hint about his mother or Scar came up, he kept just getting angry about everything all over again. How was he supposed to get over his past if he always did that? He told everyone he would try to move on, but...he hadn't really been trying at all, had he? He'd just been acting the same way, saying that so they'd all get off his back.

The frustrated growl turned into a quiet roar, but at night Kovu wasn't going to let himself get any louder. The last thing he needed was to wake up some angry elephant or something. The wind blew a familiar scent toward him, and his stomach growled. He hadn't had any good meat in a long time...

The sun rose on Kovu voraciously tearing at the flesh of his kill, a gazelle that had let itself fall behind its fellows trying to run from him.

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There was nothing like new exploration to increase Jenny's curiosity as she finally got around to entering the Pride Lands. She hadn't been sure how accurate everyones words had been about it had been, but it didn't take long for her to confirm one part of it as her her height seemed to have shortened, and she felt her hands on the ground. Looking down, she realized that they weren't hands at all. Not anymore anyway. They were paws, and they had spots. She turned her head to glimpse her now furry body. It had more spots, and behind her was a long, sleek tail that seemed to share the pattern. She flexed what should have been her fingers, and felt claws digging into the earth. How interesting.

She stalked her way over to the closest watering hole, and looked down into her catlike reflection. As she had already expected, she had spots, and body had the usual sleek form of a big cat with muscle. Her ears stuck up and looked somewhat large, but matched with her lion-sized head. The few things that seemed to indicate it was her at all was the light color of her fur, and the longer, sleek, tuft of hair that reached from the top of her head down to her shoulder blades, and most noticeably, her bright blue eyes.

Her head tilted as she took herself in. It was different, but the concept was kind of cool. Something told her she may actually have fun with this new experience.

Leaving the watering hole, she made her way through the Pride Lands, exploring it as she tried to get more comfortable with this new form. Walking on four legs, that would certainly take some getting used to.

When she caught the smell of animal flesh in the wind, she followed it curiously. Her nose had never been this good before, but hey, she wanted to find out how much better it really was in this form. Who knows, it might come in handy.

She had to admit, she was a little surprised when she finally came across the familiar lion, and she tilted her head curiously as she watched him from a distance for a moment. Either he was really into his kill, or he wasn't in the best of moods, but that wouldn't stop her from stalking closer, the tip of her new tail twitching back and forth as she walked.

"Enjoying your catch, Kovu?" She asked, putting on the most cat-like smirk she could pull off without it looking strange. She hadn't seen Kovu for a long while, and she had to admit, it wasn't bad running into him again. Hopefully he wouldn't be holding whatever it was he had gotten annoyed at her about last time against her.

What kind of idiot leopard approached a lion with a kill? Much less a male lion. Kovu took his eyes off his meal to give the smaller cat a low growl in warning, then shut up as soon as he heard her voice. Wait, wasn't that...? What was she doing here?

He looked back to his kill, then to her again. He couldn't really decide if he wanted company right now or not. "Uh...yeah."

Most of his frustrations from the night before had been taken out while he was hunting his prey, and even though he hadn't slept his mood had drastically improved. Which was a good thing, because Jenny could be nosy.

She sat down, keeping her distance a little, trying to give him a little room. At the same time, she took a good look at his face, noting the scar that hadn't been on his face the last time she had run into him.

"What happened to you?" She asked him curiously.

Right...the scar. Kovu let out a sigh, ignoring the carcass for now and taking a step toward Jenny. "Remember everything I said about my mother? She tried to kill Kiara's father, and I got in her way."

More liked pried her off him tooth and claw, but Jenny didn't need those details. The sooner they could move on from this part of the conversation the better. He'd honestly completely forgotten the scar was even there. Why couldn't everyone else?

"Oh, ouch. That's explains it. Glad to know that you only got out of it with a scar." She told him, remaining where she was. She imagined that couldn't have been a fun time for Kovu, so she instantly moved onto another subject.

"Has anything else happened?"

"Not really," Kovu lied unashamedly. He didn't feel like talking about everything that had Kiara upset with him, mostly because he knew it was really his fault. Up till now, he'd been able to blame just about everything that had happened to him on someone else, whether that was his mother, Scar, the Outlands, the Pride Landers...but this time he couldn't do that.

"What about you?"

"Hmmmm, nothing really. Nothing worth mentioning anyway." She said after a second of thought.

"Well, nothing except this." She told him another second later, indicating the whole leopard look. "It's my first time here, so I'm still getting a bit used to it, and exploring of course."

"Really? That's it? That happens to everyone who comes here." The fact Kovu himself belonged here should have been pretty easy to see.

"I've heard, but it's the first time I've experienced it. You're from here, so it's probably not quite as interesting for you. You're not the one changing form." She gave another one of those cat-like smiles.

"So, since it's my first time, how about showing me around? Nothing like getting the tour from someone that knows the area, right? Besides, it'll give us both something to do, don't you think? Looks like you're pretty much done with that gazelle anyway."

Ed wove his way through the tall grass, grumbling to himself and doing his best to keep an eye out for predators. He had thought it was bad enough being human and not having nice things like claws or sharp teeth. No, this was much worse.

He was restless the day before, so he went exploring and he found the way to the Pride Lands. He had heard a few things about changing shpe there, but he didn't expect to become even smaller. He was a meerkat. A fucking meerkat complete with automail that had somehow transformed to accommodate the new body. Damnit.

Ed froze when he heard voices. He inched closer to them, smelling a carcass with an enhanced nose, but he couldn't place the scent of the live animals without seeing them. He separated the grass and stumbled upon two very large felines. He was behind the leopard, but in perfect view of the lion.

"Oh crap."

It was a normal day for the Mad Hatter, he was boiling water for some delicious green apple tea. Whistling as he played with a yoyo he found earlier. He was wondering if he had any cherries in the fridge, when suddenly something grabbed him by the bow tie. It seemed to be a vortex of some kind. The Mad Hatter gave a shout as he was pulled into the fridge, flying from the kitchen into the level of the Pride Lands.

Continuing to scream in panic, the Mad Hatter fell from the vortex. Not noticing that he was now squawking like a bird would. He landed on something soft and small, it just happened to be a certain shortie who took form of a meerkat. He groaned as he got up, wobbling back and forth. Unaware that he was now bright pink flamingo, still adorning his large hat on his head, but it shrank a bit to fit the size of his bird form. The yoyo now tangled around his wing and up and around to his beak.

“Where am I?” The Mad Hatter now looked upon his form in a rather shocked gaze, giving surprised little squawk, “Who am I?” He looked up, now noticing the large cats he landed in front of. Looking from the lion to the leopard, and waved his wing, “Oh... Hello, I seem to have become a croquet mallet, how are you two cats today?”

"How did those two just get here? And who are they?" Kovu didn't bother addressing either of them, because one was a meerkat with a metal arm and leg, and the other was a flamingo with a hat on his head who was tangled in a bunch of string. Whatever a "croquet mallet" was, the lion had never heard of one before in his life.

Well, that had been unexpected, but hey, Jenny could go with the flow as she got up and quickly moved so she could see both of the newcomers, staring at them curiously.

"Those are wonderful questions, but you know, the only way to find out is just to ask them." She told Kovu with a laugh. This was all quite amusing to her.

She takes in the mechanical arm and leg on the meerkat, as well as the hat on the flamingo, and finds coming up with a fairly good explanation for who they were atleast. "Let me take a wild guess and assume that both of you are from here just about as much as I am. Which is not at all."

"GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Thankfully, Ed's head was not squashed under the flamingo's ass. It's just the rest of him was, minus his right arm, the automail one. "Get off of me!!" He clawed at the ground, trying to drag himself from under the bird. It took some effort, but he eventually popped out and with so much force that he rolled right into the leopard's leg. He scampered back a bit, heaving in some air.

"Ok, first off, don't any of you try to eat me! Second, I'm not from around here. I'm supposed to be a human damnit!" His muscles were tense, as he was about ready to clap his hands together and transmute some escape tunnels for himself.

Giving a nod at the leopard, the Mad Hatter gave a big smile with his beak. Untangling himself from the yoyo that was around him, “Oh yes, I am definitely not from around here I assure you! I’m from Wonderland, but then I came to Paixao, now this place and-”

The Mad Hatter looked down at the half fluffy, half metal thing. Oh my goodness, it’s alive and it talks! He gave surprised gasp as he stumbled back, standing one leg away from the meerkat. Amazingly keeping balance too, must be because he’s a flamingo now. The Mad Hatter perked a brow down at the meerkat.

“My goodness! It’s a talking little fluff ball… Although you look like a creature I’ve seen on the Journals before… Teamon I think was the name,” The Mad Hatter recalled holding a wing in thought to his bottom beak.

"...He's a meerkat, and you're a flamingo." Kovu looked down at the partly metal animal, his face crewing up a little. "But how are you part metal?"

These two had probably raised more questions in the last few seconds than Kovu could have possibly imagined. "And who are you two, anyway?"

Jenny couldn't help but keep her eyes on the meerkat that had rolled into her leg. She really wished he would calm down and listen properly.

Normally, she would have picked him up with her hand, but seeing as she didn't have any at the moment, it seemed she was going to have to change tactics. Taking her paw, she quickly and gracefully made an attempt to pin the meerkat down in an effort to get him to do exactly what he wasn't doing. Listen.

"Oi! Would you calm down, please. Nobody is going to eat you!"

Ed hopped out of the way of the leopard paw and ran up to the flamingo. His face was livid. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A LITTLE BALL OF FLUFF, A STRAY BALL OF COTTON, A SPECK OF DUST THAT COULD FLY AWAY AT THE SLIGHTEST BREEZE?!" Yes, even though he really was small now, he couldn't stand being told that to his face.

Ed clenched his fists a few times and facepalmed, following with sliding his ~~hand~~ paw down his face. He turned back to the two predators. "I'm Ed. I don't know who this moron is." He pointed to the bird-brain. He wasn't going to answer why he had metal prostheses. "Who are you?" He looked at the felines, grateful that they weren't trying to eat him now, but he stayed on edge anyway. This just wasn't his day.

Another sqwack admitted from the Mad Hatter as he back up and away from the crazy little fluff ball that was yelling at him, “Oh! My goodness!” Boy that was awfully rude and loud. He grimaced with his beak at the boy. Holding his feathers up to block any flailing that might ensure from Captain Loud Small Fluff.

Well, after that little noisy event, the Hatter shook his bird head and gave a sigh at his situation. It was quite a miraculous one he was in after all. Though he decided to give a joyful nod at Kovu, because yes, he was quite aware he was a flamingo right now. That’s what a croquet mallet was after all, or at least that’s what the Queen was accustomed to using as one. “I am the Mad Hatter! And what’s your names?” he quirked with glee.

But then, the Mad Hatter gave a twitch. Moron?! How dare someone call him a moron, he was no moron! Mad Hatter folded his wings to hold on to his sides, as if he was imitating his once human form that would allow him to put his hands on his hips. Though since he was a bird, he’d had to improvise the situation so. “And my good sir, I am not a moron. I am a half-wit! There’s a difference. Really, you are a very dull.”

The Hatter wasn't the only one grimacing at the meerkat's outburst. "All right, Ed." Kovu shoved his head toward him. "If you're not going to shut up, maybe I should just eat you and get it over with." Even on a good day Kovu didn't take that from a meerkat--not unless it was Timon, anyway, but that was because Kiara didn't give him a choice.

He pulled himself back to his full height. "Anyway...I'm Kovu."

"And I'm Jenny." She added, her voice already back to it's usual perkiness the moment the meerkat actually seemed to be making some sort of an attempt to listen. "A pleasure to meet you, Ed." She finished, leaving it to that for now.

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