ROASTY TOASTY!
Well, hey there party people! I see you stumbled upon my little corner of the savanna, nice t'see ya, how's it goin'? Good, good... Okay, let's skip the formalities and cut to the quick, it's so obvious why you're here. You know true royalty when you see it, I mean, come oooooooon, come on, ehehehe. I'm the son of Scar, the TRUE son of Scar (you know Scar, don't you? Of course you do, of coooooourse!) The older, more intelligent, more handsome (got most of the kinks outta my mane, lookin' pretty slick) choice for the throne. I have the looks, the smarts, and the blood (and I don't mind spilling it, either, just try me) to make it happen. I can be a leader, just give me a chance. Pretty please?
shouldbeking:
shouldabeenchosen:
shouldbeking:
shouldabeenchosen:
kiarawillfindaway:
WE HAVE A NUKA?
ooc: ASDKJHASDJFLJSDGLJAJGASJGASD SORRY THIS IS GREAT NEWS TO ME. I’M NO LONGER ALOOOOOOOOOOOONE. LION KING IS GROWING WHEEEEEEE
Oh wait, he’s my enemy isn’t he…
bic: *ahem* GRRR!
Oh, ehehe, hey there, little -gruffly, bitterly- Princess… I see you,…
-The older male had been resting lazily on his side, watching a lizard as it slowly passed its way across the dirt when he jolted upright at Nuka’s sudden presence, eyes immediately widening with interest.-
Kiara? You mean she’s…erm, alive? *Still*. Huh. I would have thought something would finally get her.. -The ‘King’ mumbled in an annoyed tone at the Princesses well being. He wrapped a paw around his son’s neck, pulling him close to rub muzzle to muzzle with before eying him directly.-
Now don’t you worry I’ll protect you from her dreadful ways. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, my prince.
Alive and annoying as everrr. -His voice reached a comical pitch as he emphasized the last word of his statement before rolling his eyes. Jittery and disheveled, his rattled nerves seem to miraculously calm at the soothing sound of the older feline’s voice. He moved into his comforting warmth, eyes partially lidded now, returning the nuzzle, gliding the top of his head along the underside of Scar’s muzzle.-
Dreadful. -He repeated, almost trying to imitate Scar’s tone.- That perfectly sums up my feelings. Blegh, she won’t stop talking to me, I think she’s trying to give me cooties or something, she’s so icky. -Shudders, twitching his crumpled whiskers in distaste. His entire disposition transformed, however, when he was referred to as ‘my prince’. Both flattered and overwhelmed for numerous reasons, he faltered, trying to conjure up an equally intelligent-sounding response, only to unleash a wicked stream of giggles.- Ehehehe… yes, your prince, me, prince! Yours… -Drapes his lanky body over Scar’s, nuzzling his face into his dark and handsome mane.- Mm, you have very good taste. Heehee….
-Scar’s body language relaxed as Nuka had returned his gesture of comfort, and he loosened into a laugh at Nuka’s distaste for the Prideland princess. He made a low rumbling growl acknowledging his feelings on Kiara’s cooties and how he did not want her upsetting his Nuka any further but as his rather skinny frame (like father like son?) came over him the brown coloured male’s displeasured face immediately became a hazy smile as the younger lion rubbed against him.-
Ohh! Well I’m quite pleased you’re telling me this, that is quite the compliment to get from a future King, mmhmm. -He gave a sly wink to the shadow prince, resting a paw over the other’s.-
-Future King. This prospect partially excited him, however he knew the victory would be somewhat bittersweet, this looming feeling of loneliness and sorrow making the title quite unsettling.- What happens to you when I’m king, though? You’re not going anywhere, right? I don’t mind being prince for a lot longer… If it means you get to stay with me, father.
-He couldn’t imagine being subjected to the inane prattle of someone like Kiara day after day, no… he couldn’t picture himself in the company of anyone but Scar. He stretched his toes absentmindedly as he adjusted his body, getting into a comfortable position as he lounged over the older lion. He rested his chin atop his father’s head, his tongue stretching out to lap at one of his ears affectionately, the coarse texture going against the grain of his fur.-
tumblrbot said: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?! -SCREAMS.-
ooc: shouldbeking:
kiarawillfindaway:
Good night. Gotta go sleep. It’s like 1:30… O_O
Oh ho ho, real lions hunt at that time, dearie.
More food for us!
kiarawillfindaway:
shouldbeking:
kiarawillfindaway:
shouldabeenchosen:
kiarawillfindaway:
kiarawillfindaway:
shouldabeenchosen:
kiarawillfindaway:
Dear roleplaying world out there,
I need a kovu.
Now!
…please? :)
Yeah, get -obnoxiously- Kovu on here so he can see how much (not even his real) daddy loves me and not him! Heh, heh…. Hand-picked my furry butt, I am…
Well I’d think it was pretty awful if my dad picked a traitor over me, his own child. But you know, Simba would never do that. My Daddy loves me.
Is that a threat? *sighs* Can’t we give the fighting a rest? I mean, see how well it’s worked out for you in the past. YOU should give it up and come enjoy Pride Rock with us all.
Oh, the pesky little Princess thinks she knows everything. Spare me the speech, I’m not like Kovu. You can’t bait me with your pretty words and expect me to turn my back on my destiny, my father. Mother was mistaken, Scar wants me to be the heir. He never wanted the little termite in the first place. There was a miscommunication. Okay? Okay. Good, now that we have that sorted out, shoo. Your voice is SO ANNOYING. -Presses his ears back and groans.-
Well, I may not know everything, but I do know that you’re being ridiculous. Scar will never change his mind and choose you, not if he’s sensible. And as for my voice? It’s lovely. Wanna hear me sing?
Somebody clearly missed a reblog I made to them a while back stating I did pick Nuka. Speaking of singing haven’t you ever heard my song? About how I want my own cubs? Not some stray I humbly allowed in.
Sorry, I don’t take much notice of outlander rebloggings. I tend to pay more mind to the facts presented in THE MOVIES, oddly enough. And what song is this, pray tell?
LIONS WATCH MOVIES. WACKY!
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kiarawillfindaway:
shouldabeenchosen:
kiarawillfindaway:
kiarawillfindaway:
shouldabeenchosen:
kiarawillfindaway:
Dear roleplaying world out there,
I need a kovu.
Now!
…please? :)
Yeah, get -obnoxiously- Kovu on here so he can see how much (not even his real) daddy loves me and not him! Heh, heh…. Hand-picked my furry butt, I am…
Well I’d think it was pretty awful if my dad picked a traitor over me, his own child. But you know, Simba would never do that. My Daddy loves me.
Is that a threat? *sighs* Can’t we give the fighting a rest? I mean, see how well it’s worked out for you in the past. YOU should give it up and come enjoy Pride Rock with us all.
Oh, the pesky little Princess thinks she knows everything. Spare me the speech, I’m not like Kovu. You can’t bait me with your pretty words and expect me to turn my back on my destiny, my father. Mother was mistaken, Scar wants me to be the heir. He never wanted the little termite in the first place. There was a miscommunication. Okay? Okay. Good, now that we have that sorted out, shoo. Your voice is SO ANNOYING. -Presses his ears back and groans.-
Well, I may not know everything, but I do know that you’re being ridiculous. Scar will never change his mind and choose you, not if he’s sensible. And as for my voice? It’s lovely. Wanna hear me sing?
-Trembles in a vain attempt to maintain his composure, however, it is lost to his erratic nature. He whips around to face her, his voice cracking as he screams.- YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME AND MY FATHER SO JUST… JUST BACK OFF. It’s not something you could ever understand!
Do I… do I want to hear you sing? I’d rather be trampled in a stampede. Oops… I forgot, your grandfather already did that. Eeheheheeeeeeee…
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kiarawillfindaway:
kiarawillfindaway:
shouldabeenchosen:
kiarawillfindaway:
Dear roleplaying world out there,
I need a kovu.
Now!
…please? :)
Yeah, get -obnoxiously- Kovu on here so he can see how much (not even his real) daddy loves me and not him! Heh, heh…. Hand-picked my furry butt, I am…
Well I’d think it was pretty awful if my dad picked a traitor over me, his own child. But you know, Simba would never do that. My Daddy loves me.
Is that a threat? *sighs* Can’t we give the fighting a rest? I mean, see how well it’s worked out for you in the past. YOU should give it up and come enjoy Pride Rock with us all.
Oh, the pesky little Princess thinks she knows everything. Spare me the speech, I’m not like Kovu. You can’t bait me with your pretty words and expect me to turn my back on my destiny, my father. Mother was mistaken, Scar wants me to be the heir. He never wanted the little termite in the first place. There was a miscommunication. Okay? Okay. Good, now that we have that sorted out, shoo. Your voice is SO ANNOYING. -Presses his ears back and groans.-
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shouldbeking:
sensational news!
Handsome as ever, father! I definitely take after you in the looks department.
Why is a picture of something skinnier than me flooding my dash? Seriously, are you guys trying to tell me to diet?
