Jealousy At It's Finest(OuRaion & SimbasMate)

[SimbasMate]

Jealousy At It's Finest

Plot:

Long before Simba,Nala, Nuka, Vitani, and Kovu existed, Zira and Scar lived in The Pridelands among Sarabi and Mufasa. Scar was extremely jealous of his brother. He had been promised the throne, but he never got it. With Sarabi and Mufasa's stubborness in the way, there was no possible plan for Scar to steal the throne from his younger brother. At least very easily. Will Scar put his stealthiness and his smarts to use and he will finally get what he wants? Or will they fail him and end up with Scar and Zira dead, and Mufasa and Sarabi still King & Queen? Scar knows he must think up of a plan, and fast.

Characters:
Scar-OuRaion
Sarabi: OuRaion
Mufasa: SimbasMate
Zira SimbasMate
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The dull gazelle was grazing and chewing on grass silently. The wind was blowing the tan savanna grass ever so lightly and the earth felt one beneath her paws. Slinking closer unhurriedly towards the oblivious gazelle and keeping a close eye on her, Zira bent down more into the grass. By now, she was almost invisible to the world around her. Hunting was like that for her. While you sneak up on your prey and are crouched deep into the depths of the grass, it was a great feeling. Zira was as low as she could go to the ground, and it looked as if this was the perfect time to pounce. The gazelle bent her head down and scooped up another mouthful of grass. Chewing silently. She was perfectly content. Zira creeped a little closer to the gazelle, and she made her move.

The gazelle whinnied and tried to fight back, but Zira's agility was no match for the unfortunate animal. Zira growled furiously and sunk her teeth into her neck until she tasted a heavy irony-like taste. Blood started gushing out of the gazelle's jugular. She coughed and whinnied, fighting for her life. The gazelle fell down with a big thump. After just a few seconds, it was as if her life had floated out of her. The doe's eyes shut slowly as her body relaxed. The doe was now dead. Zira smirked in satisfaction. Scar would be so pleased with this catch. Licking her chops she grabbed the gazelle by the neck where she had bitten and dragged it off back into the Pridelands, with her muzzle coated in fresh blood.

[OuRaion]

Scar plodded around his den, feeling rather impatient and sending up small clouds of dust with each step. It was a rather dirty cave. He was impatient for Zira went of hunting hours ago. Surely it doesn’t take that long for one lioness to catch one animal to eat. What was keeping her?

Besides being impatient, Scar was also very, very jealous. This feeling was rather normal though; Scar had gotten used to it. Ever since his father had died and Mufasa had ascended to the throne with Sarabi at his side a few years ago, Scar had grown very jealous of him. For a few years, Scar had just been jealous, but would never think of killing his brother for the throne. But ever since he had met Zira, his mind had changed, and he had started to think of various ways to ascend.

[SimbasMate]

Dragging the heavy gazelle to the den was the hardest part. A whole body of meat and bones being dragged across rocks and dirt wasn't a job for just one lioness, and Zira usually had help. The other lionesses that usually were helping her carry her food were out hunting and helping Mufasa and Sarabi. Zira wished that they were here to help her, especially with this gazelle. Nevertheless, Zira kept on heaving the largely profuse animal and when Zira had finally reached her den, she dropped the head of the gazelle at Scar's paws.

"I brought you your food, dear." Zira said as she panted and tried to catch her breath at the same time.

[OuRaion]

Scar watched Zira as she dragged the fresh kill into the den. There was a faint trail of blood where Zira had dragged the gazelle from where she killed it. It stretched far off into the distance, so Zira must have traveled far to catch something for Scar to eat. Instantly pushing aside his impatience, he looked over at her.

"Ah, Zira! I was just wondering where you were. Well, I am famished. Better not waste any time standing around staring at this lovely meal you have caught."

Scar bent down to start feasting on the gazelle, when he noticed Zira looked rather hungry as well. If Scar was one day going to be King, he would need to earn respect from his subjects. Taking his eyes off of the kill, he looked back at Zira.

"Oh, Zira. How rude of me! Care to join in? Eat as much as you want!"

[SimbasMate]

Zira felt very pleased with herself when Scar immediately helped himself to the gazelle, and even more when he offered her to join him. Usually she had to wait to eat. But thankfully Scar had took note at her hunger too. Zira sat next to Scar and took a big chunk of meat off of the gazelle. Its blood flooded her mouth as she slowly worked it with her teeth. It was delicious. Zira really had picked the perfect gazelle from the herd.

After a few more moments of eating in silence, Zira decided to strike up a conversation.

"So Scar, have you thought of any plan at all to get the throne back?" Zira asked as she took another piece of meat from the gazelle.

[OuRaion]

Scar was peacefully eating until Zira asked him a question on his plans. When she finished the question, he almost choked on some flesh. He coughed a little and got a weird look from Zira. When Scar had recovered, he began to talk.

"Well... I have one plan. Although it is absurd. It would never work. Forget about it."

Scar went back to eating the gazelle, hoping Zira wouldn't realize that he actually did not have a plan. He quickly tried to form one in his head, just in case.