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His father had talked to him. He hated what was done to his family. Jafar's tail twitched in mild annoyance as he paced, thinking things over. His father wanted him to go after the Princess, to get her interested, to mate with her, make her fall in love with him. Why? So Teo could rise to power. Well, Jafar was a bit power thirsty too. He was nearly an identical copy of his dad, just with darker colored marks that favored his mother.

Jafar's ears pressed against his head as he let out an annoyed growl and just rubbed at his face with a paw. He was still annoyed, so annoyed that his father wanted to use him to raise his own rank. What if Jafar wanted to be more than just a fighter? What if Jafar wanted to be the new Right Hand? His dad was getting old (not really) and Jafar didn't think he needed any power. It would go to his head and then an all out war against the leopards would happen. While Jafar didn't enjoy leopards, he saw them as useful.

While not as fast as cheetahs, leopards could be used as mules. Pack mules, work mules, that kind of thing. They could be used for labor while the cheetahs rested pretty higher up. Silver white eyes stared out in front of him, waiting for this princess. His dad had been watching her, and she was supposed to come this way, not escorted, more often than not. Today was the day he was going to meet her and set his own plan into motion.

The fret and worry on the princess was clear to a blind cheetah. She reeked of it, heart ache and confusion. He knew why, of course he did. Dijinni was his brother, his little entertainer brother who got to the princess first. Father knew that, new it wasn't going to end well for either and that's where Jafar would come in. He would damn his own brother's name so he could have that power. Love? He hardly knew the word, save for his mother. He he had respect for his siblings but he didn't love them. Not like siblings should, anyway.

The red male moved slowly behind her, peeking over as well to look at the pool and hummed softly. "Hello, princess," he murmured softly, keeping his head down like a good subject would. His ears even pinned back to show he was unsure if he should even approach her. He wasn't of course, but she wouldn't know that. Would she know him as Dijinni's brother? They were very similar in looks, it wouldn't be hard to piece two and two together. But, was she smart enough to do it? His dark tuft of hair fell into his silver yes and he just crouched low, laying on his belly, letting his paw hang over the edge carefully.

"I am Jafar... I thought I would keep you company today." He wore his fighter scars proudly. They showed his rank, showed him for someone that could easily protect her.