Baya and Tupa spent many days, weeks and months wandering the desert together; as mentor and student. Baya trained her to the best of his ability, and soon enough she became a challenge to him. Though even when they actually fought, Tupa would never strike him, but give him an affectionate lick. Baya told her such things meant nothing to him, but she did it anyway to his displeasure. She saw him as a father figure, and although Baya would hate to say it, he saw Tupa as perhaps a younger sister or even a daughter.
Tupa had grown into a strong, independent and stubborn adult lioness. Her magenta eyes, which were normally soft and beautiful, would grow hardened and fierce during battle. Unlike Baya, she didn't see fights as a method of entertainment, but resolving most disputes. When Baya went off to kill rogues, Tupa went off to kill some rabbits or other assorted desert creatures for food. They fought for their own reasons, but Tupa always looked up to Baya. After all, it really meant something that Baya hadn't abandoned her yet, even after she reached adult hood. That sort of loyalty wasn't even something she'd expect from birth parents, let alone a murderer of an adoptive father.
Baya hadn't changed much, his mane only growing out a little bit more and perhaps his number of scars. He still held strongly onto his belief that slaughter was the only real fun out in the desert, and that perhaps one day he would die in battle. That, he explained to Tupa, would mean his death would be one of glorious defeat. Hitting the dirt by old age or disease wasn't something Baya found particularly amusing.
The two were making there way across the desert, per usual, on this sunny morning. With no clouds in the sky to show mercy to the two, their thirst and hunger were intensified by the heat of the scorching sun. Baya, being too proud, did not dare complain or show signs of weakness. Tupa on the other hand, was beginning to see doubles of everything. "B-Baya.We need water...it's been days..." Tupa murmured. Baya remained silent as he walked. A cool breeze whipped past them, making Baya's mane sway. They were near different lands, he could tell. Perhaps there he could find a good fight, and Tupa a drink of water.
"Not much longer..." Baya muttered, looking cautiously at Tupa's slowing paw steps. Tupa looked to Baya and chuckled, her eyes half closed out of exhaustion.
"Only reason I'm alive is you, so I guess I should trust your judgement." Tupa said with a small grin following after. "Baya...if I were to die right now, would you be upset?" Tupa asked, knowing full well he would be, but he wouldn't say it.
"Death is a part of life. No sorrow in that..." Baya simply replied. Tupa sighed, but her smile stood strong. She knew he would say something like that. After all, he was a total cynic with regards to anything but battle.
The two continued to walk until the sun was directly above them. Baya noticed the ground was growing rougher, and with less sand. He also took note of the many rocky growths from the ground. "We aren't in the desert anymore..." Baya said with a small cackle. "Where there is prosperity...there is weak pampered lions to exploit for a quick battle!" Baya growled.
"Ugh. Water first, Battle later!" Tupa said as she nudged him sternly with her head. She continued to walk until both she and Baya heard the gentle rush of some sort of water. They walked closer and closer towards it, a mountain ridge seemingly shadowing them as they did so. When they got to the source of the water, there seemed to be many dead logs floating within it, and it was completely shrouded in the shadow of the cliff structure behind them.
"Gosh, it's been awhile!" Tupa sighed in relief as she pushed past Baya, and got closer to the watering hole. She dipped her whole head into the water whilst Baya laid down on the cooler, shadowed earth.
"We can stay here for a few days..." Baya muttered as he looked at the cliff above. Baya turned to see one of the logs moving closer to Tupa's head within the water. His instincts kicked in and he grabbed her by the tail, pulling her back quickly. Those weren't dead logs!
Sure enough, a crocodile's jaws' snapped right where Tupa's head was a second ago. Tupa gasped as she shook her head free of water, and looked at Baya.
" What are these Baya?" Tupa asked stepping back, as the crocodile hissed and went back into the water. Baya shook his head.
"No clue. They should be avoided..." Baya murmured. As strong of a rogue as he was, something with that much force so deep in the water was not necessarily something he'd want to fight. After all, the fun of a battle is in the gamble. When there is an absolute chance of death or life, what was the point?
"Baya...We are being watched..." Tupa whispered, not really turning her head. Baya had the same feeling, but he too would not turn to look around for its source. One thing rogues had plenty practice in, it was following their instincts and caution.
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From atop the cliff behind the two, over looking the watering hole, was none other than a young adult Kovu, Nuka and of course Vitani. They were told to go patrol around the border, considering there was a bit of a rise in rogue activity and their mother could not bare to give up any scrap of food to them. Kovu's green eyes locked onto Baya, and then onto Tupa who seemed completely unaware of their presence.
"Why are we wasting time? Let's just kill' em already!" Nuka hissed from behind Kovu.
"If it were that simple, we would've already charged Nuka...look at how the lion stands. His composure is one of aggression too. I'm pretty sure mother taught you better..." Kovu growled.
"Well there's two of them, and three of us!" Nuka pointed out. "And we were trained by mother. They are just two stupid rogues! Just like all the others!" Nuka once again argued. Kovu sighed and gave his brother an annoyed glance.
"Nuka, one of them has plenty of scars. What did mom say about scars? They tell stories of survival. This guy's been through alot...and with all those battles he probably picked up a thing or two. I think we should just tell mother and have her send a few more lionesses in and -" Kovu was interrupted as Nuka simply turned away and began to make his way down the cliff.
"You can sit here and cower termite! More glory for me!" Nuka cackled as he began to slowly shift down the trail leading the crocodile watering hole. Kovu looked to his sister, and let out a small sigh.
"We can't let him go alone at least..." Kovu commented as he too began to follow after her brother. This might very well be the stupidest move Nuka has ever made.