Keep on Laffin

[MWIN]

PROLOGUE - THE BORING PART (This part can probably be safely skipped after I do the first chapter if you want to get straight into the story, just provides a little context for the story.)


What are the three questions you would ask a living being before they died? Consider for a moment, the circle of life: An individual is born, gets taught how to survive in the world, parents a child, teaches the offspring how to survive, and then dies. However the being itself doesn't go anywhere. It passes on certain knowlege, genetic material and of course the minerals which composed of the being. These are passed to either the relatives, or the consumer of the body. Therefore parts of them are never completely destroyed, just broken down and diluted over time. However what about the non tangible elements of a creature? How much are someones thoughts worth to you, especially as it is these which die immediately along with the creature who dreamed them.

It is the fact that one's thoughts are unrecoverable if they are not shared which leads me to wonder what could be best asked to do justice to an entire lifetime. On a similar note if you were to die, what thoughts would you impart with the world, which three points would best justify your existence? After all, throughout the years you have forgotten many things, but those which have made the biggest emotional impact upon your life stay with you till your dying day.

Its possible that the three points of relevence may differ from creature to creature. What would you ask old Rafiki if he were about to die? How about Mufasa? And yes, even Scar? Some animals may feel there isn't enough time in the world to find the three points that they feel best represent their life and the events they witnessed, some could even die while still perfecting what they could say. As sad as it is, that can still tell you a bit about them, after all the motto of a perfectionist is 'nothings ever perfect so we need to strive to continually perfect our tasks', which fits well. Actually, if I think about it, thats not too different from everyone else, who feels that 'nothing is ever perfect, so don't bother trying to make it that way'

Maybe I should introduce a little context into this story before I go on. I know that you're all anxious to find out the plot and more importantly find out who is behind these musings. That's actually one of the major reasons I began with the above ramblings. Even if the first three paragraphs bore the heck out of the casual pridelands reader, it still makes them much more likely to continue reading the story than if I immediately get to the point and say who I am. The reason is.. well you see... my kind isn't overly... welcome around the pridelands. I may as well not keep my identity secret any longer, but by now you've probably guessed anyway. I am a Hyena, foe to the lions who rule the pridelands.

Whilest its true that you can lump me on with the rest of the hyenas when
judging me by species, my personality, is actually much different from most of the hyenas. I was taken while young by a strange species who call themselves humans. I was raised captive by these species, but I use the term captive very loosely. I had thought that when you stole another creature, you owned them as slaves, however the humans seemed to act more like my slaves, always feeding me and looking after me whenever I needed, although they did name me laffy, yes a play on laughy, which I almost find unforgivable. They called themselves breeders and they seemed to come in two varieties, dark brown and a very light orangy pinky colour.

Unfortunately the breeders went bankrupt, and being too cowardly to put down the animals they raised with no wilderness survival skills and lacking the financial means for an adoption program, we were taken back to our homes. Because of this, I was a lot more placid and had higher cognative functionality than other hyenas. Unfortunately they ran rings around me when it came to catching prey and other generic survival skills. Because of this some considered me a burden, and planned to kick me out of the society, which was located at the elephant graveyard. I knew I couldn't really go to the area overlooked by pride rock, cause although I was different to other hyenas, I had the feeling my differences would be of little concern to the lions.

But enough of my musings and history, its time to start the real story, however keep in mind what I have previously said and consider the fact that this is one story that I was planning to let die along with me, but feel it is much better shared. This is not the story of a brave bold warrior or a wizard with special powers, this is the story of plain old me, but I guarentee its one you would be very disappointed to miss.

[YFWE]

Ahhhh, I've missed reading your stories. C: I'm glad you're actually writing something for this fandom too! I look forward to moreee. C: