#lioncs

@lioncs

A story where instead of Scar pulling away after their father passed Mufasa took over and calmed Scar promising a funner path for his younger brother. The pridelands flourished and Scar was occupied expanding Mufasa reign and rule. Mufasa tapped into the brutal ruthlessness and became one of the greatest conqueror in Africa. Scar followed Mufasa directions until he of course grew so much in pride that he still wanted the throne and started conquering his his own name Mufasa found out and don't know from there but it’d be cool redirection of a bad thing. It would work because help Mufasa would send scar off with his army of hyenas. and they would literally rip Africa apart and put it back together as one. Then Mufasa would be able to focus on the kingdom ,Simba and his newest territories. A simple redirection to calm a enraged soul. I am currently writing this as a fanfic when its done I will post for you all to enjoy.

[[ @lioncs ]] These lands were warm, much warmer than the home he knew before. The actual landscape was different in a sense there were not at many forests as before. Even the prey had major differences. The mammoths in these warm plains had no hair, and many other significant differences. The massive saber toothed feline walked down towards what looked like a community watering hole, luckily it was vacant and no other creatures were around. His immense size was enough to scare off most other creatures, reaching 6 ft at the shoulders. His massive upper canines, and the fur around his mouth was stained read from the blood of past prey. The beast carried himself on powerful legs with the scars of long ago battles still showing from underneath his thick fur. Leaning his body down to let his tongue rake water into his mouth, which did not stray far from the traditional cat like posture. Not really in fear that anything would try to attack him.

The lioness stalked a lone zebra that had wandered to the edges of the Pridelands. She wasn't one to trespass, at least not without merit, but she could easily say that it had wandered into the Outlands first.

“You’re a long way away from home princess. A bold one you are to venture this far. ”

He rose to his feet and turned from her waving to one of the lionesses hidden in the shadows. I need you to go out to the border of the pridelanda and find a two foot plant with white petals. It’s like a throw bust but grows alone tucked between weeds. A boutulp, I need the flowers. Don’t pluck it with your mouth, use a claw and slice below the neck of the plant. With that the lioness darted out. Before scar stopped her. “Don’t get caught, if you do consider yourself dead! ” He stated earning a nod as scar then called another. Leaning into her he whispered. “I want you to go into the pridelands from an oposide direction from her. Enter from the west and I want you to get caught but look concerned and warn my dear nephew about a male lion who managed to snatch up a particular princess! ” When she agreed he smiled turning back to her and approaching with a smile. “It’s safe to say he’ll be here in a matter of hours and guess what, you’ve earned a front row seat on revenge.” The plant was poisonous, and could kill in a matter of hours. Scar was beside himself with the idea. He’d make her devour it and then by the time simba arrived she’d be knocking on the door of death. Her statement was quite possibly the worst possible thing she could have said.