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Weather change! The storm that had been threatening now comes on in full; rain spatters hard against the grasslands, soaking everything. Lightning flashes, followed by thunder. The daytime grows dark, almost as if it were night. Wind picks up, blowing in the faces of the poor souls that may be outdoors.

Eyeing Dama in her hot pursuit of liquid, a tiny flicker of a smile made it's way across Kitwana's maw, though the effect was quickly diminished by the rational thought that perhaps now she wouldn't be so sluggish in their escape.
Gaze tempered by a large droplet landing on his nose, the slave turned his eyes to the sky, watching the fat drips of water fall. He could not remember the last time he felt rain on his fur, the cool bliss of the liquid flowing through the caked dirt and blood over his body, refreshing the form of a lion whose majesty had died along with his freedom.
Gradually soaked, the bones of the scrawny adolescent stood out more than ever, cavernous ribcage heaving in the shock of the chill setting through him.

A lone shrug Kitwana's response to Dama's enthusiasm, the young lion made his way to the glistening pool, now covered in sparkling rings as it accepted new additions from the sky, he took a meagre amount, fearful of taking too much, lest the creatures in this land were as savage as his former masters.
Glancing at Dama to ensure her renewed vigour, the adolescent set off once more, pace quick.

the wind blew hard across the grassland,black clouds covered the sky where the thunder roars..Azizi picked up her steps back to the pride rock where she had left to explore the surroundings.
"thup...thup...thup..."
The rain spattered hard against the earth,Azizi shaked off the soaking rain water of her body when she reached the warm,cozzy cave where most of the pride members had gathered there.She walked up to one of the pride's members,Sarafina and curled beside to be warmed while licking at her soaky paws..

Nala looked up into her mothers face and smiled widely, "I.. I havent been up to anything.. actually.." which was the truth, but with her "reputation" even honesty could be a bit hard to believe. "I'm not always getting into trouble!" she giggled, crouching low and playfully pawing a the ground.

Following her mothers glance, Nala too looked out to the dark sky. She stared, hypnotized, by the crisp streaks of lightning that cut through the clouds. Until a certain word snapped her back to attention.

"Bath?!" she stammered, once again looking up at her mother, although this time the giant grin vanished from her face.. Looking around for help, she spotted the soaking wet Azizi coming towards them. "Oh, mama, but- um.. Azizi and I were- we were just going to go play! Werent we, Azizi?" Nala added quickly, with a pleading expression to the other cub who had just laid down beside them..

Nala felt the weight of her mothers paw on her head. "Ur mussing meh het." she mumbled out of the side of her mouth. Putting her head down, she shuffled her way back out from under the gaint paw. Fixing her fur, she looked up in mock indignation at her mother, which soon broke into a grin.

Nala glanced cautiously at Azizi, "Sure! I mean, this is perfect weather to go on an adventure in.." realizing that confident could help, she quickly added in, "Yes! Great weather, ind- Ah!" before being scooped up...

Large paws padded along the rock, claws gripping tightly as he moved in a mockery of the thoughts which coursed through the dark lion's mind. Taka's head lifted, streams of water sliding down his face from the tangled locks of his mane that hung down limply. He looked towards the tip of Pride Rock, the spot where Mufasa so often sat and surveyed his kingdom.

Mine...

The thought came unbidden, and accompanied the snarl that formed on his face. It should be MINE. An ear-piercing scrape of claws against stone followed as his paws tightened reflexively, the yellow eyes fixed on the place that was HIS birthright, not his upstart brother's.

One would probably tell him that it wasn't healthy to have this kind of vengeance in his heart constantly. Taka didn't care. From the moment he'd set foot in the Pridelands again and had seen his brother taking HIS place... it had been only natural for him to fuel this hatred even more.

One day, he would make that walk to the tip of Pride Rock... as his father had done, and his father before him. It was his right, and he'd been watching it slip through his paws for far too long. With the birth of this Prince, a new plan was forming in his head. Perhaps this was the key to getting what he wanted, after all... if the cub was half as adventurous as Mufasa had been, it would be no trouble to get him out and in a dangerous area. Then it would be up to Mufasa to come and get him.

Grinning wickedly, Taka let his gaze turn to the Northeast and the shadowed crevice that marked the Forbidden Lands. Those were the hunting grounds of the Hyenas, the sworn enemies of the lions. Perhaps they would be willing to help... one outcast to another, after all. He'd approached them some time before, but he'd had no concrete plans then, only groundwork being laid.

Perhaps it was time for him to pay them another visit now that circumstances had changed.

Thunder rumbled through the savannah. It was deafening, and seemed to shake the earth its self. A crack of lightning shot through the sky and everything was momentarily lit up. A lion cub wandered lost, and alone. He was drenched to the bone, and very cold. Big blue eyes tried to piece through the heavy rain to find some sort of shelter but Badiri couldn't even see his own paws. Lightning streaked across the sky again, and in the light, the cub saw it. Brush! It was covered in thorns and didn't seem to be very good shelter, but what else could he do..? Badiri stumbled towards the bush and crawled under it, winching as a thorn scrap between his shoulder blades. It seemed hopeless.. Curling up as tight as he could, he shivered and let out a little mew..

Glancing back at the juvenile as she spoke, Kitwana again raised his eyes to the open heavens, catching a flash of lightning streaking across the sky, quickly met by her brother, thunder.
Shrugging, the scrawny lion eyed their dark surroundings. The most likely spot seemed to be a tiny outcrop of rocks near a large baobab. It looked tiny, but most likely the two half-starved figures of the slaves could fit in tightly.

Angling a nod towards it, the adolescent eyed his companion, wary of her state. If she did not soon eat she'd be a hindrance, and he could not hunt in the enclosing darkness.
"We'll sleep there, kid, but no whinging about cold."