Post by Nia on Apr 22, 2009 1:01:23 GMT -5
Simba,
The Prince and the Heir to the Pridelands is dead, his body found torn and broken in the deeper recesses of the Gorge, not far from the King's corpse, the dynasty all but destroyed by a bout of bad fortune...
So they claim.
As King Scar turns his head to those who had once opposed him, and the Hyena Clan comes pouring in from the bad lands, the Pride is divided on the issue, the supporters Scar, who had sat quietly in the shadows throughout Mufasa's rule step into the light and become his subordinates, his messengers, his warriors.
But even those who distrust their new ruler have little choice but to turn to the throne for guidance when the beginnings of a drought dry the soil.
What side is the right one, if ever such a thing exists?
...I know that the night must end
And that the sun will rise...
The Prince and the Heir to the Pridelands is dead, his body found torn and broken in the deeper recesses of the Gorge, not far from the King's corpse, the dynasty all but destroyed by a bout of bad fortune...
So they claim.
As King Scar turns his head to those who had once opposed him, and the Hyena Clan comes pouring in from the bad lands, the Pride is divided on the issue, the supporters Scar, who had sat quietly in the shadows throughout Mufasa's rule step into the light and become his subordinates, his messengers, his warriors.
But even those who distrust their new ruler have little choice but to turn to the throne for guidance when the beginnings of a drought dry the soil.
What side is the right one, if ever such a thing exists?
...I know that the night must end
And that the sun will rise...
