Long Live the King - Scar's Reign

[ScarsLove]

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[ScarsLove]

Chapter 4 - Makes you stronger

There was a pause between the two that seemed to pause everything and set it in slow motion. The dust hit the earth and the commotion amongst the cubs, Scar and the hyenas had settled. The faint breaths of the bloodied lioness escaped through the absence of noise. Uboro wobbled to her feet, lightly moving her legs as to not rip the open wounds more. The irony aroma of fresh blood drifted throughout the area as it trickled down her legs, gently tickling her fur. Uboro could barely see as she blinked away the blood, swiping madly at her face as it stung her eyes.

Shani drew her lip back and let out a not so ferocious roar. While it didn't help the situation out, it managed to brighten someones day. Scar let out a soft laugh and chuckled to himself, drawing a deadly smirk across his face. It brought him back to the time his nephew, Simba had poorly attempted to scare off his minions with the very same act of defense. Scar also recalled that very moment when Mufasa had come along and ruined everything. Rescuing his poor son and Nala from their gory fate. That would've been but the first part of a series of events and deaths that would lead him to his ultimate goal; the throne. Scar couldn't help but sink his claws into the ground the more he thought of that.. that-!

"Mercy please!" Somewhere beyond Scar's mental thoughts sounded a raspy voice. He sighed to himself in annoyance and took in the scene once more. Checking this time to see he hadn't snapped out like before on Sarabi in the cave. Three cubs. Check. One dead lion. Check. Hyenas. Check. One lioness begging for mercy. Check.

He walked closer to the lioness as she cowered below him, pulling Yafeu and Shani closer to her. She was pressed as close to the ground as possible, flinching every time he made a simple move in her direction. Scar felt his ego burning and the power within him nearly overflowing. Moments like this made him love being king. He could do as he wished with this lioness and her cubs. He could kill them and feed them to the hyenas, force them into his servitude, allow them to simply walk off or use them to his advantage. Their lives were like puddy in his paws, allowing him to form and bend their will to his own. The very moment allowed for him to simply bask in his power, and to be proud of what a wonder he truly was. He was the king and he had the power.

Uboro on the other hand was desperate and need his mercy. Any longer and the loss of blood would kill her and her unborn cub. The fate of her mate was already sealed by the male looming over her. Apparent by the fresh blood that clung to his goatee. She could barely speak as the pain was getting to be unbearable at this point. The more Shani and Yafeu clung to her with their claws, the tenser her body got. Every move they made against her was like another pair of canines from those hyenas ripping into her skin.

Meanwhile, Scar pondered to himself for a long time, taking a good while as he thought of the possibilities he could do with this lioness. It would be better for them in the long run if he would allow them to live. With the recent casualties from the last battle with the hyenas, they were starting to lack on lionesses. Soon enough he wouldn't have to worry about running a pride, for they would all die off. With new cubs also brought new possibilities for Nuka and also the throne. The male cub before him was older than his son and looked stronger in comparison to the termite ridden mongrel. Maybe he could steal him away from the lioness or persuade her some way. And maybe with one of the younger lionesses playing with his son, it would keep Nuka away from him and out of his hair.

All the while he was lost in contemplation once more, Uboro had fainted from the loss of blood. The next phase was death, of course. Unless something was done immediately. He swiftly turned his head and looked at his hyenas, meeting Banzai's confused gaze. "Take the lioness to Rafiki.. he can do something for those wounds. Those cubs, take them to the lionesses. They know what to do with those things. And... you."

Scar craned his head and noticed one of the cubs, a much younger one who looked like it had barely left the cave inspecting him. Her aqua eyes locked onto his razor sharp claws, gently poking and prodding at them with intent curiosity. Scar lifted his paw and picked the cub up by her scruff, holding her in front of his face. "You'll be of some use."

"You want us to do what?!," Banzai shouted out in detest. The lioness he and the hyenas had nearly killed was supposed to be under his care now, "I ain't carrying her!"

"Oh, psh.. you have Ed and the others. Now do as I say and go!"

"But.. she's so fat.. How do you expect us to do that?!"

"I don't care. Just get it done.. oh! and one more thing. Watch those cubs, they have claws you know." Smiling to himself, Scar placed the mewling kit in his mouth and traipsed back to pride rock. He could hear Banzai and the others calling after him in the distance but he didn't care. All those hyenas would do was complain ever since he broke the barrier between the lions and hyenas. The were allowed a spot in his land, under his rule. They got fed when they wanted, they had the free reign to do as they pleased, and they didn't even have to hunt. The most Scar ever asked out of them was to watch the borders for intruders and they couldn't even do that right. They were beginning to look more and more useless day by day. However, besides the lack of responsibility from the hyenas he did get one thing that no one else would do for him, obey.

Back at the mouth of the den sat an agitated Zira, hanging towards the shadows as her crimson eyes adjusted to the light of another morn. Playfully cuffing his mother's flicking tail was Nuka, laughing to himself in glee once he finally managed to capture the mangy tail. It was a short lived moment for the cub when his mother snapped her head around and yelled. "Nuka!"

"Y-yes?" He nervously peaked out between his paws that cuffed his face.

"Shouldn't you be off somewhere.. right now." Zira emphasized on the ending, wrinkling her nose as the cub backed away slowly. There truly was nothing 'kingly' about Nuka. His poise, his makeup, or his name. When Rafiki came to the cave the night he was born, she was hoping for a strong suitable heir. But the moment Rafiki told her the name the great kings had planned for her son, she knew that whatever she'd given birth to wouldn't live up to Scar's expectation. At first it was played off as a joke, a severely bad joke. Any cub dubbed with a name that meant 'stink or stench' would surely come out a failure. In the end, Nuka did live up to his name though. The cub surely reeked to high heavens, once again making Zira hold a paw over her nose. But it wasn't just because his name meant it, it was from Zira and Scars clear neglect of their son. Never did they heed his existence or care to give him the time of day. He failed at his expected kingly disposition and with that he was tossed to the side like garbage.

Nuka found himself frowning and once again playing with the bugs that ran along the cave walls or stray pebbles. "Mama.."

"What?" Zira growled. The cub carefully padded over to his mother and sat down next to her. "Why don't I have any friends?"

"Well, it's either that there aren't any other cubs here. Or you scared them all away with your awful stench."

The comment made Nuka look at his mother with disdain momentarily but the looming figure of his father approaching from the distance caught his eye. Maybe his father would have a solution for his dilemma. He climbed to his paws and bounded out of the cave. "Dad, dad!" Following behind was Zira who had replaced her frown with a loving smile. She seductively strolled over towards Scar. Nuka wanted more cubs to play with, more siblings, and more importantly- Scar must want more heirs. It was not only her role as queen and his mate to give birth to sufficient heirs, but give her poor lonely Nuka a play mate or two.

"Scar, my beloved..," Called Zira, fluttering her eyelashes. Trying way to hard on her part to act alluring, "Welcome back."

Scar climbed up the rocks and placed down the she cub who was squirming madly in his grasp. She wriggled around on the ground and gathered herself. Immediately shying away from the others and taking up a hiding spot behind a fairly sized stone. Zira instantaneously caught scent of the blood and rushed over to Scar, but stopped half way out of the cave before she noticed the mewling kit. "Uh..! What is this!?"

"Nuka's new plaything." Said Scar quickly. Making his way to the back of the cave with Zira following behind him, demanding some answers. All the while Nuka was astounded at the sight. For awhile his mother had played mind games with him, claiming that he was the only cub left. He remembered those moments and he couldn't help but smile. He had a new friend that was his! A thousand ideas ran through his mind as his parents argued on the side lines. What was he going to call her? What was the first thing they would play? Tag? Hide and seek? Hunter and prey?

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