by CrystallineIcefire » June 30th, 2009, 6:33 am
(The camera views two lions, one male and one female, the male carrying a cub in his mouth. The male looked much like Mufasa, strong and bulky, and had deep blue eyes. His mane was a deep red, and his fur was more golden yellow than Simba. He had a pink outlanderish nose, which was quite unusual. He seemed to be waiting for something. The female was a very, very light golden lioness, lighter than Nala, who was very light indeed. She had the most brightest blue eyes, almost the brightest neon aqua. She had a pridelanderish nose, and pure white undermarkings, and on her paws. She did not look happy, at ALL. The little baby that the male was carrying was such an unusual color. She was an extremely, extremely, extremely light purplish blue ((Lighter than my favorite color that I stated, which is quite bright.)) She had a light pink pridelander nose, and THE brightest neon aqua eyes. Her underbelly and paws were pure white, as well as her ears. She was obvious a newborn, because she was very tiny.))
The female turned to the male with a blank expression on her face. "How long do you think it will take to find shelter?" she asked.
The male turned to her as he gave her a slight evil look, as if he was planning something devious; the female looked at him with wide eyes and to her surprise, the baby's father--the female lion's husband, shook his head and threw his baby, shooting the little cub straight across the air. Taking no moment to spare, the female darted in the baby's direction in great speed, and caught the baby in her mouth. The baby began to cry as the mother gently put her on the ground, licking her passionately, and nuzzling her. A tear fell down her cheek as she let out a thundering roar, charging at her husband and slashing him right across the face on his left eye, giving him a scar identical to Scar's scar.
"Why did you do that?!" she roared.
The male simply grinned and spat. "I had hoped that she'd fall into the watering hole and drown," he said, pointing to the waterhole which was a few feet away. "She'd deserve to die. She's nothing but a little deformed piece of hyena dung that was created by Scar!!"
"WHAT?!" the female lioness roared.
The male huffed, unimpressed. "Look at Nevaeh!!! She's....she's... she's a malformation! The fur, the blinding eyes... she's... HIDEOUS! Surely the gods wouldn't create something like THAT! How could you give birth to something so hideous?"
The female let out another roar and struck him again with such force, that the male fell on his back and slid. "It's not my fault!!! She's not hideous! She's a gift from the gods!" she looked back and turned to the crying infant hidden in the grass, frightened by her being thrown, and the fight between her parents. "Little Nevaeh..." she whispered, looking back at the newborn cub that was crying for her mother's milk. "My precious little baby..." Tears streamed down the lioness's cheek. How could a father do that to his own child? She growled deeply and turned to her husband, snapping and snapped back. "You're created by Scar!" she growled fiercely. "You have his friekish nose!"
The male got up quickly and growled, taking offense to that deeply. The male was...sensitive about the way his nose looked. "You...take...that...BACK!!" With the "BACK!!", he roared as loud as he could charged up at her. The two lions began to fight fiercely, as little Nevaeh watched in horror. She cried out as loud as she could as a plea that her parents would stop fighting. The male lion jumped on his wife's back and raked his razor sharp claws against her back, ripping small strips of flesh off of her back from the end of her neck to the base of her tail. The lioness screamed and roared in pain. Little Nevaeh reached her paws out to her parents to try and touch them to make them stop fighting, but they were too far away... The baby tried to stand up to walk over to her parents, but she plopped onto the ground.
The mother realized something--He was right at the edge of the waterhole where the crocodiles called home. She simply pushed her own husband into the watering hole and watched as the male was devoured alive by numerous hungry crocodiles. She roared in triumph before she went back to her baby and ran. She ran, and ran until she saw a large rock in the distance. Pride Rock. She knew she and her baby would be safe... But the mother felt weak. She was dying from her wounds, but that didn't matter to her, she had to keep her baby safe.
She pushed herself harder and harder to get to the destination, getting weaker and weaker with each pace, until the female finally came to the steps of pride rock. She couldn't move anymore and fell onto the grass. She put the small cub on the ground, and used what strength she could to pull the baby close. "Don't worry... King Kovu and Kiara are a very nice king and queen.. you'll be safe here..." she managed to whisper, before she drew her last breath, and her soul escaped from her, into the Kings of the Past, leaving the baby infant crying throughout the night.