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[Nitro]

The Pridelands were going to fall.

This is what Zira decided one day in midbite of a zebra. She stopped chewing the stringy meat of the day-old kill her lionesses had scavenged from a rogue, and looked up to gaze into the night sky where the Great Kings cast their light on the savannah below. Her mind was previously drifting to and fro, with no real focus and had suddenly decided to stop on a stray thought, one of revenge. It was completely random, even for her twisted mind, to come to such a conclusion. But the seeds of the Dark Side* were already planted, and a vicious plot began to form in her mind. With an evil grin, she began to cackle like a witch.

"Soon, my beloved..." she whispered. "Soon I will avenge your unjust death! If we can't have the Pridelands, then no one can!" The heavily pregnant lioness staggered up and roared a summonging to her clan of exiled Pridelanders. They gathered beneath the makeshift Priderock, really just a log propped up to point outwards, curious to know of their leader's most recent scheme. Her son, Nuka, ran full speed into the little clearing and skidded to a stop in the very front of the crowd. The cub was considered a "prince" of some sort by the pride since he was Scar's only son, as well as his only cub, and heir. That was, until Simba ripped his throne out from under him. Rightful king, her paw! Scar won the throne from Mufasa, in an admittedly unfair way, and was pushed up from second-in-line to king in just one day.

"Enough of these foul thoughts," she growled quietly to herself, shaking her head. With a mighty leap, she was on top of the log and looking down at her pride from above.

"Lions, lionesses," she said as began her long speech, inending to win over the full trust and cooperation of every single on of them. "Long ago, another Lion King was crowned in the Pridelands. This lion's name was Ahadi." Murmurs rippled through the crowd, wondering where she was going with this. Some of the older members even remembered the black maned king who ruled beside Uru. "He was mighty and majestic in his youth, bringing much glory to our pride. Finally, the day came when he must produce an heir to keep his bloodline runing strong, and the lands not without a ruler. Instead of the one cub he had aimed for, he had two. Taka and Mufasa. Our Scar was born second by mistake, and cheated from the throne! Mufasa, as a cub during birth, pushed him out of the way and delivered himself first, thus taking the throne for his greedy self!" Cries of outrage burst up from the gathered lions like lava out of a volcano - slow at first, but then gaining intensity.

"All throughout his cubhood, Mufasa was the golden child! He got everything that should have been Scar's! He was crowned prince, he was the only one Ahadi even acknowledged, and he got his first pick of mates! When Ahadi passed, Mufasa was the one crowned the new king! Not Scar, as the Great Kings wished! Finally, Mufasa had his own son, Simba, and pushed Scar even further from the throne to second-in-line. Eventually, his patience grew thin and he lured the ever unintelligent Simba to the gorge, and triggered a stampede behind him. In the confusion, Scar threw Mufasa off the cliff to his death, chased Simba away, and took his rightful place as the Lion King!" Cheers rose from the crowd as they basked in the glory that was King Scar's. EVen a forgotten memory of it was still strong enough to make them roar in joy over the poor king's "justice."

"Years later, the unthinkable happened. Already weak from his growing age and stress of dealing with the pride matters in the wonderful era of peace and happiness he brought, Simba returned to steal his well-earned throne. He turned the hyenas and the lionesses against him, when he made him admit to the murder of Mufasa and they did not understand his misery that led him to it, and he was killed in the fighting by his own pride!" Yowls of sorrow rang out from the emotional gathering. Zira smiled in satisfaction - her sugar coated words were getting through to them. "But King Scar is not dead! He lives on, in us! Together, we must take the Pridelands back, in the name of our king!"

"All hail King Scar!" they chanted. "All hail King Scar!"

"And Queen Zira," she added, laughing as the shadows descended, both onto the ground and into their hearts. Below them, Nuka looked across the land to the animals gathering at Priderock in the far distance.

A new king has been born, the stars seemed to whisper. All hail King Kopa...

[Kopalover]

Every animal was gathered to celebrate the birth of the new Pride Kopa. The heir of King Simba and Queen Nala, paternal grandson of Mufasa and Sarabi and maternal Grandson of Sarafina and Orit. Kopa. The exact mix of Simba and Nala, strength and elegance, and handsome and beauty. The delicate newborn was perfect, his grandparents would be proud. The day of Kopa's birth would be legendary, the most handsome cub known to animal would be presented to the Pridelands in the near future.

An old monkey made his way up, hitting his bent walking stick against the ground for support as the fruits dangling off the top of the stick clicked against each other. Each foot hit the ground with a thud as he thought about Kopa. In all his years he has never seen a cub so perfect. He made one for step before he reached the edge of Priderock. He gazed upon the loud animals, and the animals still slowly making their way towards the large rock. He flashed a toothy smile, the empty hole were very noticeable against his surprisingly white teeth as he made his way back down Priderock to the resting place of the royal family. He made his way to the Queen, King and Prince and flashed another smile.

"It is time." He said to Nala who nodded and loosened her paws so the old baboon could rap his soft hands around the cub. He put his stick on the ground, pulling off the largest fruit he had. He hit the old fruit off the ground with a thud, then brought the fruit over his head and opened the fruit as he let the juices from the fruit drip in the ground. He quickly brought the fruit down and dipped his long finger into the reddy-brown liquid, only to rub it across the newborn's soft head. He wiped the remaining liquid on his grey fur and cupped his hand then grabbed some sand. He brought his old hand towards Kopa and sprinkled the sand on the now baptized cub.

Kopa lightly sneezed as he inhaled the cloud of sand, Nala and Simba silently laughed. Nala licked Simba's cheek as his eyes bulged out of his head from the surprise. Rafiki picked up young Kopa and brought him towards his chest holding Kopa's neck and bottom. Kopa curled his legs up towards his stomach like all cubs do. Rafiki nodded at the nervous King and Queen, they nodded back with a smile.

The old baboon turned on his heel as slowly limped to the edge of Priderock. The animal's quieted down as they all noticed the baboon was carrying the Prince with Simba and Nala walking slowly behind. The zebra's in the front row raised their long noses as Rafiki and Kopa made their way to the tip. The clouds left a small opening as the kings and queens of the past gazed upon how perfect the young cub was. Rafiki reached the tip and he repositioned his hands under the newborns armpits as he quickly brought the cub towards the sky for all to see. The animals gasped, and began making more noise.

Nala and Simba nuzzled as they laid down on the rock beside each-other, watching their perfect son be revealed to all. The sun beamed on their cub, brighter than ever. The day was happy, but no animal knew what the Outlands were planning.

[Nitro]

Zira smiled, not her usual insane one or even the one she wore when she was planning something, which was usually all the time. This time, her smile was genuine as she gazed down at her newborn daughter, Vitani, who was conceived just days before Scar was killed. Although she was disappointed that Scar's only children would be a good-for-nothing son and a scrawny daughter, she knew that his cub would be important one day, even if she would not to be the one to take the throne right out from Simba's greedy paws. Thelittle cub mewed pathetically as she searched for her parents.

"Hush, my little one," she murmured. Vitani instantly quieted down and drifted off to sleep. The mother looked up as one of her "subjects" entered the den where the "Royal "Family was resting. Nuka looked up from the corner he was napping in a slightly waved before dozing off again.

"Hello, Chumvi," Zira purred as the rogue nodded in greeting. The male had escaped Scar's massacre and fled the Pridelands when he was only a cub. A few months earlier, Zira had tracked him down and told him that Scar had died in his sleep and relinquished the throne to a capable lion, who was murdered and had the throne stolen from him, while they were banished to the Outlands. He must never know that Simba lived.

"Hello, Zira," he greeted quietly. "Tojo and Malka are outside, awaiting orders. And Kula is ready to take the cubs." Zira nodded, pondering her next course of action. Sending them to the Pridelands to complete her plan was too risky as they might encounter Simba, but they were the only ones capable. Another smaller plan hatched in her head as an evil smirt crossed her lips.

"Have Kula take Vitani and Nuka right now, and Tojo and Malka will go hunting. You, stay here. I have a special job for you..." she purred. Chumvi nodded, unnerved, and exited the den where his companions were waiting for him outside. Malka was curled up on the hard ground while Tojo and Kula casually flirted.

He whacked the golden furred lion in the head with his dark paw in irritation. "Can't you keep your paws to yourself for 2 minutes?" he asked, glaring at Tojo, who shrugged."Well, Zira wants you and Malka to go grab something to eat and Kula is on babysitting duty."

"What are you going to do" Malka asked as he lifted his head. His black mane ruffled in the dead breeze, and his cold eyes were only a shell of what they used to be.

Chumvi looked uncomfortable. "Zira has an, ah, special job for me..." he muttered, embarrassed. Tojo chuckled and shook his head.

"Well, whatever, I'm going to go see if Ni has a nice place to curl up for a nap," Tojo declared. At Chumvi's disapproving glare, he shrugged. "Hey, not like we're gonna find any prey in this place anyway." He turned to Malka. "Coming with me?" Malka sighed and nodded as he picked himself up off the dirt packed ground as the duo went off in search fo Tojo's father.

Chumvi turned around to say something to Kula but found that she had already gotten te cubs with Nuka prancing around beween her paws and Vitani in her mouth, hanging by her scruf. Chumvi nodded to her and entered the den once again, where Zira was wating for him.

"So...." she drawled. "Have you ever wanted a son?"

[Kopalover]

Kopa grew quick in the few months he had. Still not being able to talk perfectly though, emphasizing the 'W' in a word, even if there wasn't a 'W' he also replaced 'R's' with 'W's". Addition to learning to talk, he grew a small crimson-brown hair tuft that flowed perfectly down his square face. His ears had black rims around the outside, they sized up perfectly to his muzzle. Although still extremely small, he had much elegance like his mother. The young cubs tail tuft had a surprise awaiting, though it still carried the crimson-brown color, at the tip of the tail, was a glossy black coloring.

Simba and Nala knew how this came to be. Scar, also known as Taka, was Simba's uncle, and got his mane from King Ahadi, and therefore carried the gene of the black mane down to Kopa. Yet, it seems only a small part of the fur will be glossed with black. Everyone in the Pridelands wondered how the crimson-brown and somewhat black mane would match up to his blue eyes. The thought occurred in Kopa's mind the most.

Queen Nala had Kopa hanging by his scruff, as she toke him on the annual morning walk around Priderock. He squirmed whenever he saw something to play with, trying to hit them with his tiny paws. His mother laughed as she gracefully jumped up the side of Priderock, successfully making it the the den. She put Kopa at her feet and roared into the den. A tall lion with a crimson mane and golden fur walked towards the two.

"Daddy!" Kopa yelled, making some of the other male lions turn their heads, thinking the call was for them. They quickly turned their heads back to their mates, continuing to do as they did before. The tall lion lowered his head as Kopa leaped and landed softly in his fathers mane.

"Kopa! Nala!" The lion said as he lifted his head. Allowing his son the lay on his head, deep in his fur. He walked over to his mate and nuzzled her, after a few moments of family bonding, a blue hornbill was screaming Simba's name.

"King Simba! King Simba!" The hornbill called out, finally perching on Simba's shoulder.

"The zebra's are taking up the East Waterhole!" He choked out. "They aren't letting any other animal in!" He sounded worried, as some animals depend on water such as alligators, and elephants.

Simba looked deep into Nala's eyes, he put Kopa at her feet and ran off following Zazu to the waterhole. Mouthing the word sorry before he left, as Kopa started crying for attention, Nala picked him up by the scruff and padded into the den, jumping onto the tallest rock. Laying her pale tan body on the hard rock, putting Kopa between her paws. Kopa stopped crying when Nala started cleaning his golden-tan fur, purring to the sound of lions and lionesses talking and padding around the cave. Glad to be Queen, but upset that King Simba was always busy.

"Mwommy, Daddy sthill wuv you." Kopa smiled at his mother. "Down't wowwy." He extended his arms and wrapped them around her neck. Nala laughed and gently put a paw on his back. He fell backwards and they both laughed, his hair tuft was hung over his eyes. Nala pushed his tuft back to the side, and smiled.

"Kopa, I love you and your father." She smiled, making Kopa smile. "We both want you to grow up and choose a beautiful Queen, and stay away from the Outlanders." She finished, then looked deep into Kopa's Aquamarine eyes.

Both unaware that Kopa will gain new friends in the near future.

[Nitro]

(OT: Posts don't have to be super long, I just wanted to get some things out there since Pride/Outlanders haven't crossed paths yet. Feel free to post even oneliners )

Chumvi blinked tiredl, surveying his surroundings with a half-asleep perspective. Instantly, he was on full alert as he realized he was in Zira's den. Memories rushed back to him, and he blushed in embarrassment as he took note of the sleeping lioness next to him. Strangely, he could remember nothing past walking into the den. The rest of it was all blank.

Zira stirred at his movement and sat up to look him in the eye. A predatory smile crssed her lips, as her claws unsheathed. Chumvi backed away nervously, wondering what in the name of the Great Kings was going on. Zira chuckled, advancing even closer to her cornered prey. The lion didn't even think to defend himself from his queen.

"No one must know," she whispered into his ear, before the life of Chumvi was ripped away from him in one smooth strike.

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A few hours later, the queen called Malka to her den. The male was the only one who truly knew of what was happening, and supported her fully.

"I have a mission for you," she purred, circling around him as if she was judging his capability. Malka stared straight on ahead, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Kidnap the prince," she murmured in his ear as she paused in her pacing. "Bring the boy here, and he will be raised as my own."

Malka nodded mutely and turned to leave. Before his paws set onto the path Zira had willed for him, he paused. WIthout turning around, he asked, "Chumvi's dead, isn't he?"

Zira did nothing but laugh as Malka continued on his way, tears threatening to brim in his eyes. He set out towards Pride Rock, with a heavy heart but adetermined stride.

Simba had caused this. If he had not been a coward and ran away, Scar would have never taken the throne, and al of them could have lived...

With a roar into the distance, he announced his pressence to the Pridelanders. Let them come. They will perish.

[Kopalover]

(OT: Haha okay )

Simba was at the waterhole as he heard a loud roar emitting from close to the Outlands. His head whipped back, looking towards the home-of-Zira. He turned and sprinted as fast as he could towards the loud roar. He pushed his legs to run as fast as they can, to keep the Pridelands safe.

He approached the creature and started to wonder. Another male lion, it looks like. He paused his thoughts. Malka! He ran closer to the lion with a smile. He slowed to a stop, catching a breather. "Malka?" He asked the lion with the tufts on his ear.

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Nala heard the roar as well, she looked down at her now sleeping son. Oh no! She thought. They could take Kopa! She panicked. "Lionesses! Lions! Go find the source of the loud roaring, keep the heir safe!" She worried terribly for her family's safety. The lions and lionesses roared, giving their cubs to the daycare lioness. They all sprinted towards the sound. Nala went in to mother-mode and hide Kopa in the small corner as she laid in front of it. "Nothing's going to harm you. Not while I'm around!" She sung to Kopa, keeping him in rest.

[Nitro]

Malka shrugged. "More or less," he replied casually to his once-friend. He strolled past him, into his lands and took a look around. "Nice place ya have here, mind if me and a few friends stay a few days?" he asked. As if on cue, 4 lionesses appeared behind him, claws unsheathed and looking deadly. Malka tilted his head and grinned, the way he did as a cub, but this time his smile was taunting and cruel.

One paw swipe knocked the king off his feet temportairily, and Malka took the time to sprint past him and leave the lionesses to deal with him. He made his way undisturbed all the way to the entrance of Pride Rock where he collapsed to the ground."Nala!" he wailed. "Please, help me!"

[Kopalover]

Nala gasped. Her old friend Malka was laying on the floor, unmoving. "Malka!" She hoped off the rock and went to his aid, leaving her perfect son to sleep. Her paw touched his head. "Are you okay?" Her voice sounded elegant. Stroking his mane is what she did to help. Her mind was clueless to what would happen next.

Simba swiped at the lioness. "Get back to your home!" He roared, just as one lioness was about to claw his face. A pride member launched herself at the lioness on top of him. His Pride! He smiled and attacked the four lionesses along with the pride.

[Nitro]

"Nala," he whispered weakly. "Know that I am sorry, but I will have revenge for what your pathetic king caused." 2 more lionesses appeared behind him and he leaped over Nala's head, grabbing Kopa.

[Kopalover]

Nala cried. "KOPA! Malka, why?" She cried, backing away from him. "You've turned totally evil." She paused, "Why!" She yelled, watching the two lionesses bolt out of the cave. "Keep him safe." She whispered, falling to the ground in a weeping fit. Her hole body ached. Her only beautiful son was stolen, and she couldn't do anything about it.