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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:28 pm
He padded into the pridelands really hopping that he didn't offend anyone with his name. He was rather hoping they would treat him like royalty. Prehaps he could make up some story he WAS the cub that died...but didn't die? He shook his head. No he couldn't do that- they would beat him and throw him out of the pride once the gig was up. But maybe he could mooch off the name here?He was about the same age as the dead prince anyways. And he could make up a more believable story that he was named in honer of him? Yea that totally be his ticket to easy street. Now all he needed was a gullible sap to fall for it and spread it to the rest of the pride. Great and noble Simba has returned...sorta.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:44 pm
She had returned to the lands of her birth with happiness. She had no other joy but to feel safe. Something about having found her mother once again made her life feel a bit more complete. However the life she had lead so far, had been less than satisfactory. She had been hurt, lied to, and even almost dragged to a pride where a male had nearly bullied her to. She hated it. But now that she was home she felt she could breathe. She let out a sigh, and lay down against the grass, letting it cool her belly. She was around Pride Rock, or at least close enough that it was almost a mountain to her small form.
A smaller, more petite lioness she had learned to stay out of the way from an early age. She could easily be overpowered and she was glad to be in a place that that couldnt possible happen. Right?
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:57 pm
His eyes rested on the female in the distance. That would be his goal to infiltrate the pride and get onto easy street. He padded towards her with a swagger and stood next to her as if he thought nothing of it. "Name's Simba. I was named after your dead price. Worship me." He smiled at her with all his teeth. Hmmm yea maybe that was abit to harsh. Nobody was going to make his life easy if he came off as a pompous fool BEFORE they linked him to the dead prince.
"I mean. Woe is me...poor Simba died so young. And my mother thought so highly off him that I was named after the poor boy. Take pitty on my kind soul for being named after such a great lion- and I am nothing but a commoner."
Maybe that was too much in the other direction. He shrugged. He'd prefect it sooner or later.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:10 pm
She arched an eyebrow, obviously not impressed. She had no idea who Simba was, nor whether or not he was a prince. The name didn't ring any bells for her, but that was likely because she hadnt been raised in these lands. She looked at him confused, standing from her lying position as she did so.
"Im sorry?" She asked, as if asking him to repeat himself. She didn't like being confused but this male seemed downright looney. However she had been longing for attention for so long that even his attention was better than none.
"I don't worship those I dont know." She nodded, and yawned, stretching out her body as she stood. Her red eyes stared into his and she sighed.
Nope, she still didnt remember who Simba was.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:15 pm
If his jaw could have hit the ground it would have. "REALLY?" He repeated even louder. "REALLY!" How did she not know about Simba?! This was insane. How was he supposed to get his bread and butter if lions here didn't even know there own royalty by name. "Do you at LEAST know who Mufasa is?" He gave her a stink eye as if he was testing the pridelander of knowledge she OBVIOUSLY should have known. Even a transplant like himself made sure to study the royal line of any pride before choosing to join. Or course that was more because he was a hustler then he gave to tail swishes about the royals. This was the biggest pride- so obviously it had the biggest perks.
"Ok no worshiping. But take pity on me kind soul? Just pity?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:22 pm
She heard him repeat himself and she chuckled. She supposed that should have been something to learn up on, but she hadn't found the time. Hell she didn't really talk to much of anyone besides herself. She was a loner, but not by choice.
"I'm new here silly. I may have been born here but I certainly wasnt raised here. I just recently found my way back. Excuse me if I've offended." She responded, looking him over. He certainly looked like your classic pridelander though spending a few days in the pride she had seen more than just his coloration around here.
"I could maybe pity. Pity is easier for me than worship." She grinned.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:57 pm
"Ok...then we will work with pity then...I accept your pity whole heartily." He sighed with relief. There he was getting someplace. At least he had ONE person pitying him. ONE could turn into the whole pride, and if they pitted him maybe they would give him stuff? He really needed to think his whole plan over before approaching another lion or they might find him stupid or the like.
"So that explains why you have no idea who the royals are..." He threw both paws up in the air. "OK dosen't matter to me. I don't care either." He laughed at her. "Soooo....whats your name?" He asked as if he had completely done away with his first topic.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 11:38 am
When he spoke of accepting pity she shrugged. She hadn't realized you could not accept pity if someone pitied you. She decided she didn't want to inquire, as this guy was odd and she would prefer to talk about something else than pity. It was such a boring topic.
"Im Tallulahbelle. But, I go by Bell. It's a mouthful." She chuckled, and nodded. She sat in the grass, her tail idly brushing against the stalks that grew around her. The birds were sounding their happiness, and the wind blew threw the reeds of grass.
She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds, before opening them to look at the male once more.
"So, Your name is Simba?" She asked. He had been so full of himself a moment ago she wasnt sure if he was serious.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 11:45 am
He nodded. "Yep name is Simba. But I'm thinking of changing it to Sambi- sounds less offensive no? I mean dead prince and all is morbid." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Yea your name is a mouthful. So I'm not even going to bother saying it to screw it up further." His tail curled about his front paws. "Bell" He ran it threw his lips playfully. "Nope can't screw that up. So Bell where do all the pretty girls like you hail from?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 11:55 am
"I suppose if changing your name is something you're interested in, then by all means, do so. I would think being named after a dead Prince would bother me too, but then again its not my name." She said with a nod. She wasn't sure what advice to give him, but she was going to help if she could. She was a good soul, and she wanted everyone to be happy.
She felt sort of sad that he hadn't even tried to pronounce her name, but she let it go. If he didn't want to say it maybe that was a good thing.
"I suppose from around here? I'm not sure." She smiled.
"I lived here as a cub but then I left. I've been just trying to survive so long that I don't really know much else."
She responded, and raised an eyebrow.
"Where are you from?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 12:04 pm
He leaned his head on his paw and thought about it. "Where am I from...good question." He then looked at her again. "Out there someplace?" He pointed to the vast wilderness. He'd been a rouge all of his life now, scamming one feline to the next. This was the first time he really thought about becoming part of a pride. Better cons to make no?
"So you were born here?" He tilted his head as he seamed less and less disinterested in her story. He was rather self-centered and the topic was no longer on himself. "That's nice." I suppose.
"Bet you never met a guy as dashing as myself...Sambi- the guy NOT named after a dead prince." He flashed a cheeky smile.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 1:28 pm
"Ah." She nodded, and looked where his paw was pointing. She got the idea he wasnt all he made himself out to be. It weirded her out in a way, but she wasnt picky about the company. She had been alone far too long.
"Yes I was." She frowned when he made it so obvious he didn't care. She should have expected that. She sighed, looking at her paws and lying down on the earth once more like she had when she had been spotted.
"Ah-" She chuckled. "I have never met someone like you." She didn't add the dashing because she had met numerous handsome males. However she'd never met anyone quite like him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 1:45 pm
"See we have so much in common don't we." He really wasn't listening to a word she said except about him. "And you'll never meet anyone as amazing as me either." He flicked his tail towards her then scooted a half inch trying to get closer. He wasn't called a lady killer for nothing. "Sooo you busy tonight- or would you like to share a kill under the moonlight with me. I did mention I'm an amazing hunter right." Awyeah free food ladies couldn't resist it. So right lemme get that kill for you...stay right here. And he trotted off to get the biggest thing he could kill.
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