Haraka was getting kind of tired of all this pointless wandering – truth be told the brown lion had never been much of a wanderer in the first plce, he'd only set off on his own with the intention of finding a nice young lioness and settling down with her to raise a family somewhere – like he was supposed to. Of course things rarely turn out the way they are supposed to and through a variety of trials and tribulation Haraka found himself still wandering alone. Although he had to admit that he'd had his fair share of adventures along the way.
Still in the back of his mind the lion wanted something more from life then all of this aimless wandering, every pride he had come across however simply did not suit him for one reason or another and he had eventually moved on without making an effort to join them. Today he found himself moping about just one such pride he had passed up – a pride whose traditions were far to involved and intricate for him to feel comfortable taking part of. It had been the type of place where one likely had to be born into the culture to truly understand it. None the less he had felt a sense of loss as he left and found himself moping alongside a wandering stream, eying the restless water with a knowing sigh. “I know just how you feel” He told the gurgling rapids “Always rushing off somewhere and never quite belonging in one spot”
Unbeknownst to the brown lion by the water a second form was slinking along the path today, a black creature with jagged red lightning streaks Jamba had to put a bit more effort into being stealthy then many of his kind had to – but he'd grown fairly good at it over the years and it was almost second nature to him now. His profession as it were practically depended on it.
Jamba had rather early on in his life decided that the only worthy to which to devote his life would be one where he did what others were to afraid to do. Take care of the wandering riff raff who threatened society and the more gentle of his kind, by hunting down and killing off the cruel and the mean and the unjust then he could perhaps make a difference in the world – more so then he could if he stayed in one pride and did nothing but create more of his kind in any case. It was a lonely existence of course but Jamba had come to terms with that long ago and while he wasn't opposed to female company when he got the chance he certainly didn't go out looking for it on a regular basis. No he had more important things to do. Important things like taking care of the brown lion in front of him,
Jamba had only been following this particular beast for a day or so and while he hadn't seen him do anything suspicious he did in fact match the description of a lion Jamba had been looking for for quite some time...chocolate brown, black points and two white socks. Jamba simply couldn't leave the possibility that this was in fact the dangerous lion he had been looking for up to chance, and so until he knew for sure he would treat him as the potentially dangerous creature he just might be. And of course the only way he would know for sure would be to take him down.
To that end Jamba waited until the chocolate lion was fully engrossed in his own world before pouncing, rushing forward from the swaying grasses to leap upon the other lions back, skillfully wrapping his forepaws around the other lions neck to drag him to the ground in much the same manner that one would take down prey. Of course if the brown lion had been paying attention then it was likely that Jamba's move wouldn't work – but he had made sure that this wasn't the case and had taken the other creature completely off guard. Pressing the brown lion to the ground with his weight Jamba snarled at his face “Where is she?, What have you done with them all?”
Haraka was caught completely off guard and likely suffering from a bit of shock. One second he had been moping at the water and considering his dead end wanderings... and the next? He found himself staring up at the furious face of an unknown black and red lion. It was likely that the black lion looked far more scary in this position then he would have from any other but the red lightening like markings that decorated the lions pelt along with his haunting blood colored eyes was enough to make Haraka panic just a little bit. “I don't know what your talking about!” He stuttered with a wide eyed look and while it probably wasn't a wise move he tried to struggle free from the other lions grasp, thrashing about in a panicked state.
“Stay still!” Jamaba demanded, lifting a paw momentarily to cuff the other lion across the muzzle, the brown lion was a young beast Jamba saw now but no one had given an age to the monster he had been hunting so it was still possible that this was indeed the kidnapper. Well until the lions thrashing revealed the white stripe on his face. Jamba paused at that – no white stripe had been mentioned in the descriptions, however the way it was normally hidden by the males mane could account for that discrepancy...still it was enough to make Jamba pause. The chocolate lion did not seem to be the experienced fighter that his prey was supposed to be....then too was the panicked look in the other creatures eyes – it could all be an act o course but Jamaba was not inclined to think so and with one last snarl he pushed off from the other and stalked off a few paces before turning to face him again. “You had better not be lying” He told the other beast with a vicious look “If you are..I will find you again and this time I will do more then simply knock you down and demand answers” He threatened.
Scrambling to his feet Haraka eyed the other lion fearfully, shaking the debris from his mane to hide his nervousness and slightly favoring a shoulder which had been bruised in the attack...not to mention his poor smarting nose. “I swear! I don't know what your talking about!” He told the other lion in what he hoped sounded like a sincere if frightened tone – Haraka got the impression that failing to convince this lion he was telling the truth would go very badly for him.
Jamaba studied the other lion for a few more minutes in silence before nodding slightly and turning to stalk off “See that you never do” He threw over his shoulder before he disappeared into the grass leaving Haraka to stare after him with a what the hell look on his face.
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