The grass rustled softly as Simba's paws treaded past them. His face was drooped with anguish and remorse as he continued to walk to his fate...to face his father. Surprisingly, Simba felt himself lower downwards; he checked under his paws and saw a deep curve where is father's paw had placed itself on. The small cub glanced up at his father and tears almost sprung to his eyes, yet he held them back. He could never cry in front of his father...it didn't feel acceptable to him. In the same way, he could never live up to his father. He was far too brave and noble for Simba.
Slowly lifting paw after paw across the grass with the diming sky in the background, his stomach lurched and his heart pounded wildly. There was no telling what his father would think of his unacceptable behavior. As Simba got closer, he realized now was his time to listen up, and be prepared for his punishment. He warily set his bottom to the ground and glanced up at the looming figure of Mufasa, his father. Mufasa's face was stern, but it softened for a moment as he spoke,
"Simba, I am very disappointed in you."
Simba closed his eyes hurridly and drooped his face to his chest, "I know," he answered, ashamed at what was done.
Mufasa then became stern again as he warmed up to the subject. "You deliberately disobeyed me. And what's worse, you put Nala in danger!" His voice now rose as his temper grew.
At that same moment, the small cub breathed in and out rapidly as hot tears threatened to drip down his face. With the words choking in his mouth, Simba croaked, "I was just trying to be brave like you."
Mufasa noted the sad tone in his voice, and he once again softened. "I'm only brave when I have to be. Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble."
A small smile escaped Simba's lips as he spoke, "I guess even kings get scared, huh?" His father nodded solemnly. "But you know what?" Simba asked in a whisper, with that daring glint sparking in his eye once more.
Mufasa leaned in closely and whispered back, "What?"
"I think those hyenas were even scareder!" His father chuckled as his hugemongous arm wrapped around Simba sneakily.
"Heheh, because nobody messes with your dad! Come 'ere!" Mufasa grabbed Simba in his arms and noogied him with this one paw. The noogy itself was painful, but Simba managed to push himself out of his father's grasp and tackle him. They both, father and son, galloped gaily until they tackled each other to the ground. Simba climbed up his father's body and rested his chin right above Mufasa's head. His face burrowed deep into his father's thick, reddish-brown mane. He sighed with contentment at his happiness.
The stars above were now shining brightly; the sky had faded down to a dark blue, and the daytime had passed. The air was now cool and crisp, not the same crisp you would find in the morning, but a dark glow heavied on the two lions as they gazed at the stars in wonder.
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And that is all I have so far and how much I will ever have. I got kind of bored after this part and I didn't want to continue. I hope you had nice reading, though! (: