“Uncle Scar? I don’t know where he is, grey-face. I haven’t seen’im in a while. Dad says he usually doesn’t come around the pride a lot, but still… he’s not even at his favorite spot, either! Trust me—I’ve checked. A lot. If he comes around, can you let him know I miss’im? I know he’s weird n’all, but when Dad’s busy, and Nala’s gone on hunting lessons with the lionesses… he’s all I got.”
On occasion there was that little boundary where he found himself crossing when ever making it back toward the pride lands. He felt the need to just announce that he was going to take it over. Alas, he kept his entire mouth shut the best he could and kept well to himself. All the other lion’s did not accept him into his pride, maybe they did, but that was a long time ago. Before things became difficult, before envy built within his character and before his world collided within the darkness. A darkness in which he couldn’t escape. Not now, not anytime soon. The great kinds of the past ignore him when the stars were above him each night. Only feeling shame and of course he felt kind of sick knowing that his family had shamed him. Stomach nearly turning and his claws digging into the earth’s ground. It never shifted or made noise, his whole world was silent for the most part. Just the growling of his stomach and pounding his head was a common situation.
After weeks of keeping himself beyond the borders of the pride lands, he was found sneaking back behind the pointed rocks, sneaking past the grave sights and through the dead grass where fires once started. Elephant graveyards were only half of what his land was formed out of. This was the land of the dead. Lions, Monkeys, his family and his own sanity laid among those bones, so leaving the dead earth to suddenly be surrounded by life, green grass and squawking birds. The male shook his mane and cringed. Never before has he felt entirely sick of vibrant colours in his life. The circle of life formed high in the sky set out a shade of innocence. Immediately the lion was found under the rock, staring out toward the horizon. His hide out since he was young. Laying there lazily. His chin resting on his two front paws while the wind rustled by slowly, tickling his ears. Twitching, sighing and aching, he’d glare painfully toward his home.
“I wonder what that little hair ball is up to” He’d spew quietly to himself, raisin’ one brow but the rest of his expression was nearly dead of exhaustion. Being isolated from the light was normal, but most likely that is where his nephew was running about and being the most useless little lion he has ever seen. Finally, after a few moments of being apathetic, he shuffled on the rock and attempted to stand up. Once achieving, he walked out of the shadows, slowly raising each paw as he dragged himself forward, through the tall grass, past where the antelope play, staring off into the distance. Nothing more to do then lounge and maybe find some source of entertainment before dawn.