![]() He had once been sly and quick, but that had been when Mufasa was King now that there was no longer a need, Scar had grown lazy, and more childish and petulant every day. His fur was matted and dry, like the other lions and hyenas, but his mane had grown in volume, and he was the only carnivore on Pride Rock to not be showing their ribs. Scar had never been, and would never be large, but a few years of having the first pick of every meal had filled him out rather substantially. A large troop had been unfortunate enough to be passing through the borders of the Pridelands, and it had been too good of an opportunity to miss out on, infants and all. Where Mufasa had once slept with his wife and child, King Scar reclined lazily by himself, lying on his side and idly passing the ribcage of a baboon from paw to paw. So now when the little bird landed at the bottom of the mouth large enough to swallow an elephant, the cave was dark, empty, and quiet, save for the steady clack-ing of bone coming from the back. In retrospect, getting the cave to himself had probably been his plan the entire time. ![]() But it was quickly apparent that it was far too small for both groups, so in a show of fairness, Scar had decreed that only the King was to sleep inside the cave, and that everyone else must sleep outside together. In the old days, this was the place where all the lions had slept, and when the new King had taken over, even the hyenas were invited in. And it was to this belly that Zazu swooped down towards, as was his duty. The overcast clouds made the stones bleak and unwelcoming, the rocks and ledges which would be crawling with lions and cubs and plant-life were deserted, the peak and tip of Pride Rock were parted in a way that made it look like the head of some ancient fossilised whale, with the cave the deep passageway to its belly. He had slept on the floor of the lions’ den without so much as a second thought for his safety.īut today it was different. But for most of his life it had been comforting, a symbol of hope and community his home, and the home of his closest friends. It had always been huge and intimidating, and he could still remember how small it had made him feel when he had first seen it, flying over the hill with his mother. Pride Rock had never frightened him as much as it did in that moment. My answer to that really bad 'Zazu is evil and Scar's henchman' theory, but also the 'Why didn't Zazu figure out'/'Why does Scar have Zazu locked up' questions, which aren't really questions that needed answering, but what else are fanfics for? Was spurred on to finish this last night by the Lion King mood the unpopular opinions post put me in. It's Party Time.Inspired by an old thread with a friend on tumblr (responsible for a lot of the Scar dialogue), but otherwise a fanfic I've been wanting to write for years.The Enchanted Tiki Room (Under New Management).Circle of Life: An Environmental Fable.Disney Classic Games: Aladdin and The Lion King Ĭancelled projects: The Lion Guard: Hear Me Roar!.The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride GameBreak.The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride: Active Play. ![]()
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