what the... [Jafar/OPEN]
Feb 14, 2010 17:21:18 GMT -5
Post by scar on Feb 14, 2010 17:21:18 GMT -5
Scar was disgusted. With the situation, with this place, with himself. No lions were scented, which was a good and bad thing. Good, because it meant that there was no Simba, no Sarabi, no disgusting Mufasa who may harbor ill will towards him. Bad, because... There were no lions. A lion without a pride was nothing but an exile. An outcast, a disgrace to the kind! It was despicable that a creature like himself would be forced to prowl the grounds of some dilapidated ruin of an odd jungle of sorts. There were... things... everywhere. Smells, too, although he'd just learned to tune those out. He had to, after all, or else he'd get one of his splitting headaches, and those just would not do.
Somehow, the royal lion had found himself in the middle of Future World, scoping out the murky landscape reluctantly. The wet smell of rotting wood filled his nose, and he wrinkled it, as though moving it would assist in ridding himself of the stench. Long, dark claws expanded and clicked impatiently against the rough concrete as he paused his movement, sharp eyes scanning the vast expanse of nothingness before him. At Pride Rock, they had no such structures as these. Trees were rare, huge buildings made out of metal and wood and glass... Nonexistent. Which, unsurprisingly, left the lion rather baffled, although he hid it quite well underneath a facade of disdain and contempt.
His lips twitched in restrained anger, eyes narrowing at the scene before him as his break came to a halt, and he resumed walking. Long limbs delicately picked their way across the landscape, dodging fallen trees and electricity poles. Despite that, though, some things still seemed to be working.
what the heck.
A shudder coursing down his thin frame, Scar continued to eye the area with carefully-restrained fury. His current place was unknown. The time? Unknown. There were no zebras, no gazelle or jackals or hyenas (thank god.). No birds, giraffes, lions, rhinos... He could barely smell another area. Where he'd come from had been more like home, but he would get nowhere by staying in one spot, alone and hungry. He had been prowling around for food for ages now, to no success. He'd almost caught a mouse, but... It had scampered away. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. The regal-looking lion sneered, exhaling heavily as he ducked underneath some bushes, shaking his coat of dew before looking irritated that not even mice were to be found in the sparse foliage in this concrete jungle.
Somehow, the royal lion had found himself in the middle of Future World, scoping out the murky landscape reluctantly. The wet smell of rotting wood filled his nose, and he wrinkled it, as though moving it would assist in ridding himself of the stench. Long, dark claws expanded and clicked impatiently against the rough concrete as he paused his movement, sharp eyes scanning the vast expanse of nothingness before him. At Pride Rock, they had no such structures as these. Trees were rare, huge buildings made out of metal and wood and glass... Nonexistent. Which, unsurprisingly, left the lion rather baffled, although he hid it quite well underneath a facade of disdain and contempt.
His lips twitched in restrained anger, eyes narrowing at the scene before him as his break came to a halt, and he resumed walking. Long limbs delicately picked their way across the landscape, dodging fallen trees and electricity poles. Despite that, though, some things still seemed to be working.
what the heck.
A shudder coursing down his thin frame, Scar continued to eye the area with carefully-restrained fury. His current place was unknown. The time? Unknown. There were no zebras, no gazelle or jackals or hyenas (thank god.). No birds, giraffes, lions, rhinos... He could barely smell another area. Where he'd come from had been more like home, but he would get nowhere by staying in one spot, alone and hungry. He had been prowling around for food for ages now, to no success. He'd almost caught a mouse, but... It had scampered away. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. The regal-looking lion sneered, exhaling heavily as he ducked underneath some bushes, shaking his coat of dew before looking irritated that not even mice were to be found in the sparse foliage in this concrete jungle.