Did it again, didn't I? Ah, well. This is another one of my hand drawn/computer colored arts. I know it looks sketchy, it's suppose to! I like that effect lol. Anyways, it inspired another short story from me so...here, don't judge it too harshly, I'm not really a writer. :p This takes place later on in the night after Scar announces Mufasa and Simba's fate to the pride. I always feel so bad for Sarabi when that scene comes up.
It's Just A Memory __________________________________
Sarabi watched in silence as Scar sat overlooking his new kingdom, his stolen kingdom. Her mind raced with confusion and anger as to why he would allow the hyenas into the pridelands. To become their equals. But she hadn't the heart to bring forth this issue yet, not tonight. Not while the wounds were still so fresh. Her soul ached, and it was all she could do to try and force back the tears that kept swelling in her eyes. Although the entire pride was hurting, she and Scar surely must have been the hardest hit. For she had lost her beloved mate and her precious son; he had lost his nephew and his brother. The only litter mate he ever had. Perhaps she was judging him too fast, surely he would come to his senses about the hyenas within a few days.
"I'm sorry..." Sarabi spoke in a low tone, her voice cracked from her sobbing.
Scar turned to look at her curiously. "What for?" he asked in a voice that seemed distant. The surprised look on Sarabi's face made it clear what she was talking about and Scar quickly averted his eyes from her, "...oh. Thank you." he said after a long pause, but the vibe coming off of him was still cold as ice. Sarabi searched him for a moment, he was scaring her. What was wrong with him? A tear rolled down her cheek, Scar had always been a little different, had always kept more to himself...but never would she think he was capable of such an emotionless response. Then again everyone coped in their own way, and perhaps isolation and avoidance was simply his way. She gave him the benefit of the doubt as she set her paw ontop of his and spoke.
"Do you remember..." the queen said, looking out over the pridelands with a deep sadness in her eyes, "how we all used to play," a weak smile crossed her face as her gaze scanned the scenery stretched out before them. The very same fields they used to romp in and explore as cubs. The two brothers didn't always hate each other so, Scar...then Taka, at first used to follow Mufasa around. Although he was always a little more withdrawn in comparison to his outgoing brother, the days before his twinge of jealousy consumed him were as innocent and sweet as any childhood. That's when Sarabi had first met the two young princes.
As they matured they would grow apart, slowly at first...and then it was if Taka - along with changing his name after that fateful day - had allowed his jealousy to develop into a burning hatred for his brother. Mufasa on the same note had become frustrated and angry with his brother's behavior and the two usually went out of their way to avoid one another. Sarabi gave a sigh, she wondered if that was Scar's reason for being so silent on this night. Maybe he was in deep regret for never repairing that bond the brothers had once shared - and now that guilt would hang over him forever.
Scar flicked an ear, keeping his own gaze away from her, perhaps for fear of looking guilty...but maybe not for the same reasons Sarabi was assuming. "Those days are long behind us...it's best not to think about it. We can't go back, only forward..." he didn't like being reminded of his cubhood, the events that took place in those days made him into what he was today. The question is would he have changed any of it if given the chance? "...and we're moving forward into a marvelous future. I'll be ten times the king...he ever was..." he added, eyes narrowed as he watched the hyenas below.
Sarabi gave him a concerned look, "Scar, can you not even speak his name?" she had raised an eyebrow at the way he avoided saying his brother's name. Scar stood suddenly, tensed up as he looked towards her, his face seemed warped with a whirlwind of fear and anger, "No one should utter his name ever again after this night...he's part of the past...I am the king now." he almost seemed to growl, taking Sarabi offguard. Her face darkened suddenly, "What's happened to you, Taka..." she almost hissed that name, as if trying to reach into his very soul with it.
Scar stopped in his tracks. He didn't look back but seemed to grind his words, "That name is never to be uttered again either. By order of the king!" and with that he walked away, leaving Sarabi standing there in confusion and hurt. It was no longer just jealousy that was consuming him, it was insanity.
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herpaderp. I didn't really go into how he gets his scar, just left it as that "fateful day" since honestly I'm still trying to figure out what theory I like the best myself. XD
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