The Lion King RP - Scar's Reign

[Acazia]

The whole Pride Lands were excited and happy. Queen Sarabi had just given birth to a new prince and all the Animals wandered to the Pride Rock to welcome him. The baboon Rafiki held the cub in his hands and presents him to the whole crowd that erupted in thunderous cheering. Just one lonely creature wasn't that pleased about the encouraging news. King Mufasa's brother Scar was angry, because now his chances to be king one day were fractional. He swore revenge and planned to kill Mufasa and Simba. He lured Simba into a trap, while the hyenas, with whom he had an alliance, moved a herd of wildebeests and drove them approach the gorge, where Simba sat waiting for his father. Mufasa, who barely managed to save his son, was thrown down the cliffs by Scar and buried beneath the hooves of the wildebeests. Scar blamed Simba for Mufasa's death and adviced him to leave the Pride Lands forever. He sends his hyenas after him, who should kill him.
Scar is now returning back to the Pridelands to report the sad news of Mufasa's and Simba's death to the unaware lionesses....

Characters

Scar: Mike
Simba: SinChei
Sarabi: SinChei
Sarafina: Acazia
Nala: Buffy
Rafiki: Buffy
Shenzi, Banzai Ed: SinChei
Zira: Acazia
Nuka: Buffy
Vitani: Acazia
Kovu: Mike
Kiara: Buffy

OC's

Daraja: Acazia
Santiago: Trevor
Caine: Trevor
Shani: Mike
Acazia: Acazia

[SinChei]

(ok then i am going to do the first post! )

The thorns which forced their way through the thin skin under the golden hairs of Simbas fur were one kind of pain. But the loss of his own father and the knowledge to be responsible for his death made him feel numb. The only thing making him run as fast as he can was the instict to survive and the hope to be forgiven. The small cub didn't understand all these things at this time and he would never think about his uncle planning all this for months, or maybe years. Simba knew he would leave everybody behind. His mother Sarabi and all of his friends. No baths and no funny games with nala anymore. All these thoughts swirled through his mind when he slowed down, noticing no one is following him anymore to kill him. Most of the thorns already lost grip while the small lion was running. The sun was burning on his golden fur and the ground began to give in more and more with every step he had taken. His body cried for water and his paws wanted to rest, but Simba kept on moving. Hoping it was just a dream and in the moment he would collaps his mothers raw tongue would wake him up and prepare him for another day with his father showing him the pridelands, the young one looked into the sun. He felt his sore body becomming heavier and finally he fainted. The Sun was burning.... the ground was too and a little teardrop rolled over his cheek and dropped on the hot ground. It didn't even last a second on the ground and steamed.

[Mike]

Scar relaxed slowly under the searing heat of the last bits of the day's sun. The sun would set by the time he returned to Pride Rock. Fitting, he mused to himself, that he would deliver the news of his brothers accidental death as the sun set on his reign. He did not consider the significance of his own corrupted rule beginning in the black of night.

Scar's pace lightened unconsciously as he dropped the mask of the concerned uncle imparting advice and consolation. He dropped the mask of the harsh, unflappable leader that he wore for the beastly hyenas, and a smile slithered onto his muzzle like a snake. Tonight would be the crowning moment of his life. The moment when he stepped out of the shadows and into the glorious royal light. It quickened his pulse to think of the it.

As afternoon cooled to twilight, Scar cooled his blood to match, once again, donning one of his eternal masks. This one would be sincere. Sad, yet dignified. Just a little bit longer, he consoled himself, before he could do away forever with masks. He would be the uncontested master of his world, and he would behave as he pleased.

With a heavy pace, his eyes lowered in grief and his heart rising with ecstasy , Scar approached his ancestral home and the lionesses of his pride.

[Acazia]

Sarafina was sitting in the shade of a tree, with her friend Daraja and her young daughter Nala, whom she licked her fur clean with loving strokes of her tongue. . The sun was already going under and the sky turned red gradually. A light wind blew from the direction in which was the gorge and the beautiful lioness ruffled the bright fur. She looked a little worried, because Scar, the King's brother, had gone off in the afternoon with his nephew, Simba, who was also Nala's best friend , in order to do something with him. Even Mufasa himself had been on the road to make sure that everything in his territory walked right things. Zazu, his trusted adviser, had accompanied him. But neither of the two, even Scar and Simba have so far returned and Sarafina was not feeling particularly well. She was a very sensitive lioness and have the worst thoughts in her mind quickly, especially when Simba and Nala again made ​​the area unsafe. But this time her feeling was something different, something more serious. Then she saw Scar on the horizon. Alone. With a quick nudge she pushed Nala towards cave. "Go on ahead, I'll be on",she ordered eagerly and and she wants to run towards Scar. Why does he come alone? Where was Simba? Did something terrible happen?

[JaguarOne]

For Caine, the day seemed to be a mix of signals and emotions. The environment gave off a calm feeling, the sky blue and relatively cloudless, the wind calm save for a pleasant breeze here and there. The sun had been beating down for the better part of the day, forcing the temperatures up to their usual overbearing levels of hotness. Lying near the water hole, the blonde maned lion watched the goings on of the area, most of the animals either lying under trees for shade or venturing out to get a thirst quenching drink from the water hole itself. Even without thinking about it, he found himself unconsciously praying for some sort of breeze, anything to circulate the humid air. The rain was coming soon, he had a feeling, judging by both the humidity and some of the dark clouds in the horizon.

At the same time, he detected a sense of somberness. About what, he couldn't quite place his paw on. He felt that there was something that should be bugging him, but he didn't know what. He was at the water hole, after all. How was he to know of the great tragedy that had befallen the Pridelands in the gorge? Or that the king and crown prince were both allegedly dead, presumed trampled to death in a stampede. How was he to know he could possibly be driven out of his only home as the result of a change of power from a series of events that occurred just out of range? So many events that could have dire consequences. And yet they were all condensed to an inexplicable feeling in Caine's gut. One that bugged him profusely, especially because he was unable to shake it.

Shaking his head lightly, the lion attempted to blow some of his mane out of his eyes as he rose to his feet. He needed to get his mind active, to think about something other than this nagging feeling he had in his stomach. It wasn't that he didn't trust his gut, no that certainly wasn't it. He trusted it. He just had problems when his gut seemed to go rogue, to send signals without having the decency to communicated to his brain what was going on. Something was definitely going on. He just had to figure out what. Turning away from the water hole, he began to trudge in the general direction where he remembered last seeing his friends.