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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:49 am
Scar personality rp contest powers activate!
...He doesn't look amused....ANYWAY!.....
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:54 am
PromptYou are Scar, The hyenas have just asked a favor of you, and you have reluctantly accepted - for a price, of course. What happens? What are your feelings about the situation? What's the favor? What was the condition for your help? And most importantly - how do you deal with it?Tell me all this in more in your prompt - and you might win! C:
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:15 pm
I'm Surrounded By Idiots....
It was a meaningless task. Bring a meal to a colony of hyena east of the savanna, where my kin had exiled me, and earn the right not to be considered food. A wrinkled nose plastered on my face, but beneath the surface, a plan was hatching. On the edge of the boundary, I heard a little information.
The hyenas were in a rocky relationship with their brethren on the east? Oh, how my lip curled in self-satisfaction. The minute I was out of sight, the offering was tossed over the edge of a ravine into an awaiting river, and on my way I went.
Oh, how my luck seemed to have turned! I waited on the edge of the east colony, and within moments, I attacked, lunging at the young and old alike. They fought back, of course, and it may have "accidentally" slipped that I would head back to the west colony defeated.
They were angry with me, and I fled from them.
I was in the right when I came upon a young pup from the western colony, someone sent to check up on me. I told him of how I had been ravaged, and I used his hotheaded nature against him as I led him to the eastern colony.
Things went as planned, and the western youth was no more. But I, an innocent victim, had to secure my freedom from the hyenas. Grabbing the carcass, I dragged it back to it's home, forming a limp in my front leg and reopening the wounds from the hyena with my effort. But it was all worth it with the looks I got when I explained how the western colony didn't want peace, and instead attacked me and my escort.
For my efforts in bringing the young one home, I received my freedom.
But what awaited the fury within the hyena clans? I'll tell you what happened when it's over.
I've got a bad back, after all. Can't fight alongside my hyena clan members, now can I?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:53 pm
Pulling out, since I won Simba. :33
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:21 pm
I'm Surrounded By Idiots....
*I picture this happening shortly after Simba was born and long before Mufasa's death. Simba would still be a newborn basically.*
Life's not fair, is it? If it weren't for that hair ball, I would be king. And yet here I am....surrounded by idiots.
"Help us Scar! Were starving....and those lions....they've started ganging up on us, chasing us away!" they cried. "Oh please, your so magnificent, surly you could help us!" they begged. Their large dull eyes reflected just how dimwitted they really were. Asking a favor of a lion such as my self.
I mean really...like I'd want to help a bunch of flea bitten mongrels....
"But of course I'll help you!" I sneered wickedly, my eyes narrowed as I held my head high. It was so easy to manipulate them. All I had to do was feed them and I'd have them eating out of my paws. A soft chuckle escaped my throat. "Uncle Scar is here for you." I stated, in my suave and debonair voice as I slowly strutted my way over to a large boulder somewhat in the middle of the elephant grave yard. Flexing my claws, I hooked them into the flesh of a zebra carcass and tauntingly dragged it out into plain sight. Their bodies quivered and they began to make that annoying laughter like whimper. My eyes rolled at how pathetic they were. Two of them charged for the carcass....this wouldn't do, oh no.
"STOP!" I roared, a deep rumbling growl gurgled in the pit of my chest. They glanced at me terrified, frozen in their very steps. A smile danced about my lips as I softened my voice this time. "Stop." I chuckled lightly. "There's plenty to go around my little ones, no need for a frenzy." I cooed at them, like a mother would to her cub. Unhooking my claws from the carcass, I circled the two that had made a charge, eyeing them from nose to tail. "Everyone will have their fair share....." I assured them as I gave one a gentle nudge on the rump with my shoulder. Hesitantly he took one...then two steps towards the zebra and began tearing timid portions of flesh from its body. The other soon followed. My smile deepened. I circled back in front of them and placed my paw atop the carcass, claws fully extended. I lowered my head to their level, their faces frozen in fear of what I might do next, tongues lolling to the side.
"But first......" my tone thickened, a vial snarl creeping into my vocals like a slow seeping poison. "You must do something.... for me." A hatred began to glimmer in my eyes, and a lust for revenge. My smile was no more, but slowly replaced by a snarl, the bridge of my nose wrinkling as I returned my body to its proper regal height, my head held high in royalty, as a King should do. I could see the mongrels glance at one another, the two closest to me shivering in fear as their brethren peered at them from behind. I sunk my claws into the carcass, ripping off a large mound of flesh and blood as I flung it from my paws, flickering my ears in delight at the sounds it made when it splattered against the rocks. I slowly padded my way over to the rest of the pack, looking down my snout at them as I tried to find any sign of intelligence within their eyes.
"I require assistance myself...brothers and sisters." I declared loud, for all to hear. I could tell by their surprise they really were stupid and clueless. "But your a lion Scar, what could possibly be that challenging for you?!" one cried and they all whimpered in agreement. I chuckled as I grabbed his cheek and gave it a little shake, my voice lowering to a patronizing level. The blood from my claws now stained his face as I swiped a delicate tongue over my paw before speaking. "You see....when it comes to brute strength..... well I'm afraid I'm on the shallow end of the gene pool....but when it comes to brains...... well I've got the lion's share." I explained, though it was little use, they were still as stupid as ever. "So I need a few able bodies, strong creatures such as yourselves, to help me. You see.....there is a gang of rogue lions tormenting the pride lands.....and what with the birth of Mufasa's son, security is the highest priority. The lionesses are strong yes....but with many weak from previous attacks or have recently given birth, these four males have been wreaking havoc upon the pride....and Mufasa can not handle them alone." I paused, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as if it was too troubling to tell the tale. The hyenas listened intently, already hanging on my every word. I took another breath and held it for a few moments, my brows furrowing as I slowly lifted my head. "I have a plan.... a plan to drive the lions away for ever, bring safety to the pride so we may hunt in peace.....and ensure..... that you will never go hungry again!" I was nearly shouting by the end of my sentence, the adrenaline causing my chest to pound relentlessly.
At that last statement, their eyes light like fire as they belted out ravenous laughter and cheering. "HURRAH FOR SCAR!" they shouted. "Long live our savior!" "Food forever, glorious food!" I knew I had them right where I wanted them. They would help me rid the pride of lions, oh yes. Rogue lions for now, after all, we had to start small and work our way up to my true goal. But first things first. I smiled as they agreed to whatever task I had set for them. It was easy, too easy. "Now gather around my friends! Tonight we feast....and tomorrow....we begin to reclaim what was rightfully....ours."
As they gathered around the carcass, ripping and tearing it to shreds, their powerful jaws easily snapping the bones in half, a chuckle escaped my throat, soft at first before it slowly broke into loud bellowing cackles.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:19 am
Myaaahh hope this isn't too late. >w<; *collapses into bed as soon as she hits submit osfjsf*
Edited within seconds of submission to fix a spelling mistake. OTLI'm Surrounded By Idiots....
Scar lay drowsily on the tip of Pride Rock. It was here that, not long ago, his nephew was presented to the Pridelands as the new heir to the throne. Well, that hadn't lasted long, thanks to his ingenious plot... Oh, that tragic stampede! A smirk rose to his bearded maw at the very thought of it. Now, Simba and Mufasa were long gone, leaving the scrawny brown lion to rule as he saw fit. Of course, given his relative lack in strength compared to other lions - almost certainly even to the lionesses of his kingdom - he required a bit of "muscle." This came in the form of the hyenas; inferior and dimwitted as they might have been, they did have their uses.
"Uh... Hey, Scar?"
Well, speak of the devil... The voice was high-pitched, but coarse. Definitely one of the hyenas, but not one of the three key players in Scar's takeover of the throne. Removing his eyes from the brown, withering lands below, Scar set a half-lidded glare on the hyena. "What do you want?" He was intentionally snippy with this whelp, as it had neglected to call Scar by the honorable title of Your Majesty. Unsurprisingly, the grey beast didn't seem to notice the difference. Idiot.
"We, uh, we were out looking for food... Me and a couple of the others." The hyena bowed its head, the frown on its face absolutely pathetic. With a flick of his tail Scar growled in contempt, and the hyena instantly began to speak faster. "We found a dead elephant near the Graveyard! A-and when we tried to go near it, some lionesses, uh..." He paused, scratched at some gnats on his neck, and continued with a wobbling voice. "They chased us off, and now they won't let us anywhere near the food, and..."
"Then go hunt your own kill," the King interrupted, rolling his eyes and rubbing his cheek in a melodramatic display of exasperation. "The gazelle and zebra should be grazing somewhere out there. Even you should be able to catch one of them." Unlike Mufasa, Scar never saw the point in keeping up with herd movements. What was the point, after all? They were going to go where they wanted regardless... Unless he told them otherwise, by the Stars. Besides, keeping up with them now would be torture, since Zazu had disappeared.
Scar sat up, considering for a moment the possibility of frightening the hyena so that he could go back to his nap. Growling, he curled his lips into a snarl and tensed his shoulders. The hyena yelped, whimpered, and cowered, but did not bolt as expected. Instead, it opened its mouth to speak again.
"But Scar-"
With a ferocious roar, Scar leapt forward at the hyena. "Call me by my proper title!" he bellowed at last, his voice rattling from stone to stone throughout Pride Rock and causing an instant hush over those who happened to be lingering there. After a nearly unintelligible stream of apologies, the hyena continued on, nearly in tears.
"We don't know where the herds are, Your Majesty. A-a-and the lionesses are supposed to hunt their food! The Graveyard has been ours for generations, so that elephant is rightfully ours. Please, you have to talk to them!"
"'Rightfully yours?' The Elephant Graveyard is part of my Pridelands now. Remember? Everything the eye can see, sun or no sun, belongs to me!" Scar reared his head back, his greasy, scraggly mane bouncing as he put a paw to his chest. But then, something flickered in his eyes. His expression, still contorted into somewhat of a snarl until this point, slid slowly into a grin. Toothy, eerie, and obviously malicious, it definitely wasn't the sort of smile that one would trust if given the choice. The hyena, of course, had no such luxury.
"My apologies," he said, his voice no longer a furious roar, but more of a smooth, almost gentle tone. Still, there was something behind that voice; something sinister, that sucked all of the warmth out of it. "But things have been difficult for me since old Zazu flew away. You remember my little adviser, don't you? Well, his absence has left me with a great deal of stress... But if I remember correctly, your clan might be able to help with that little issue." Scar paused, admiring again his scheming prowess. "If you use your noses to find Zazu for me - alive - then I will repay you by addressing this elephant problem of yours." Needless to say, Scar could easily have ordered any old hyena to find and collect Zazu for him. But this way, it looked as if it was repayment for something Scar had generously provided with his own paws.. Knowing full well that his popularity was wavering just slightly due to this unavoidable drought, the thin brown lion thought the opportunity for a seemingly good-natured trade was one too rich to pass up.
"Right away, Your Majesty! Th-thank you! We'll look for Zazu right now!"
And with that, the hyena ran off to assign its family the job of finding that flighty little hornbill. Smirk still perched upon his bearded face, Scar walked off of the Rock, heading down that all-too-familiar path to the Elephant Graveyard.
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Immediately, the smell of the fresh elephant corpse assaulted Scar's nostrils. He inhaled it deeply, almost salivating at it. But he kept his composure, holding his head high as he approached. A few of the lionesses bowed when they noticed his presence, their dipped chins covered in blood. "Who is in charge of this hunt?" he demanded without so much as a greeting. An all-too-familiar lioness, Sarafina, stepped forward with her adolescent daughter, Nala, at her side.
"King Scar. We were going to bring some of this elephant home to you... What a pleasure to see you in person." The forced nature of the greeting was almost laughable. Scar glared at her, the lack of respect far from something he condoned. Still in a fairly sly sort of mood, however, he decided to take the less authoritative approach once more.
"I'm certain you were... But, oh, Sarafina. Don't you think your hunting party is above scavenging from something pitiful like this? That's more in the hyena's line of work." Despite the smile, the lilt in his voice, and the repeated flicking of his tail, Scar was giving off an almost threatening air, deception dripping like venom from his mouth. "What are you teaching your little one? How to shirk her duties as a huntress? How disappointing."
Sarafina was a great deal smarter and less timid than that hyena. She stood firm in front of her cub, frowning before the King as defiantly as one could without being downright rebellious. "The herds are nowhere within the borders! And without Zazu, we have no way of finding them... This elephant can keep the pride alive long enough for some game to return to the Pridelands!"
As compelling as the argument was, Scar had made a bargain with that hyena, and he intended to keep it. Besides, the lionesses needed not let their hunting skills get rusty just because of one tiny drought! "This problem with Zazu is being taken care of as we speak. But as for the elephant, I command you to leave it! The hyenas have already claimed it as theirs... Now get to work and follow one of those herds. Now!" Slamming a paw against the ground, he roared and made it clear that he was no longer humoring Sarafina and her companions. The females scattered, apparently heeding the words of their king without much of a second thought.
Seeing seven powerful females disappearing into the brush at his command was simply delicious to Scar. Now this was power, and the proper use of it! It was all he had ever wanted, really... True, he may not have won much love from the lionesses today, since this dismissal didn't go over nearly as well as the arrangement with the hyena. But, he realized, stealing a bite of elephant trunk as he began slinking back toward Pride Rock, it is far better to be respected than loved.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 6:00 pm
I really liked your story C:
Congratulations on winning Scar!~
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 8:50 pm
EEE! <3 Thank you Pix! *happy flaiiil*
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