Outsiders. [Laguna || Closed] Dec 1, 2014 15:55:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 15:55:43 GMT -5
It was midday. And the African sun was beaming against the perfect blue sky without a cloud in sight. The heat poured from the radiant sun, blasting those below in the African plains with substantial heat. For some, it was too much. Carcasses started to lie across the dry lands; their bodies being picked at from the vultures which had been eyeing up the dying as if knowing when their lifespan was due to expire. Other animals were close to death as they struggled to get up on all fours. Their time will come. The flying rats in the sky already had their beady eyes watching the life slowly dribble from the tiring beasts.
Some African animals were lucky. Some weren’t far off from the watering hole. Those who needn’t travel so far would survive the blistering heat. Elephants, giraffes, antelope, warthogs, cheetahs, bird and other animals small and large all gathered around the mile long watering hole. There was more than enough water to go around for all the animals. The only down side were the crocodiles which lurked beneath the waters. Some laid along the lake’s edge, soaking up the sun. Others floated quietly against the surface, minding their own business. From time to time, one of them would snap at the drinking animals and drag them into the water if successful in capturing their soon to be food. Some animals would escape their giant razor like teeth, others wouldn’t be as lucky.
Vanellope had had her fill of water. Luckily, she had glitched herself to a safe place...or rather, as safe as one could get in the wilderness of Africa. When she first arrived in the Pride Lands, she was in awe of all the beasts which surrounded her. Some had tried to walk over her, others completely ignored her. Her attention quickly moved onto the fact that she had suddenly developed four legs...and fur...and a tail. This was all so exciting to the young racer. She had not only visited another game altogether through her glitching powers; but she had also transformed into a small black lion cub. It took a while for Vanellope to get used to walking on four paws instead of her usual two feet. But after much practice, she started to get the hang of it pretty quickly. Soon enough, she was running along the dried grass towards the waterhole where she now stood.
Whereas most of the animals rested by the water’s edge, Vanellope had decided to go and rest on top of the rocks which sat close by to the watering hole. From there, she would be able to view the area and watch all the animals drink, eat and sleep. However, she had to climb up the rocks first.
“Ready...get set....POUNCE!” All four paws pushed against the solid ground, forcing her small furry body into the air and against the grey stone of the large rocks. Her black claws extracted, scraping against the solid surface and leaving a long scratch mark against it as her body slowly slid back down. “Oof!” Vanellope landed on her tail, before rolling onto her back. Growling in frustration, Vanellope rolled onto her front and glared up at the rocks. How hard could it be to leap onto a few pebbles?! Clearly this lion thing was too much for the racer. She wasn’t a true lion, thus lacking the skills needed to walk and talk like a lion. “Ohh, forget it. The grass is much more comfortable anyway.” Vanellope rolled onto her side, watching the animals at the water’s edge at a side view. She wouldn’t lay there for too long, however, as a young voice snapped her attention away from the other large beasts.
“You’re not from here are you?”
“Of course she’s not. She can’t even climb a rock!” Another voice appeared from on top of the rocks.
“She smells strange, too!” A third voice startled Vanellope to all fours as a young brown cub sniffed at her black fur.
Vanellope took in turn to eye up the three lion cubs which surrounded her. One was a golden colour with green eyes; she was the first to speak. The second was of a similar colour but with darkening tuffs growing from the corner of his cheeks and between his ears – he stood on top of the rocks smirking down towards the black furred outsider. The third was a brown furred cub, another female from what Vanellope could gather. Although she wasn’t from here, the racer had a feeling she wasn’t quite welcomed. None the less, the quirky girl would brush off these native cubs as though she had no idea what they were on about.
“Hello, fellow lion cubs-“
“Shut your jaw up, outsider!” The golden male on top of the rocks growled. After snapping at Vanellope, he leaped from the rocks and circled the strange black furred cub. “Who gave you permission to speak to the future king?!” He snarled, looking down on the feline Vanellope.
“Future king?” Vanellope scoffed, rolling her eyes at the ego headed cub. “So you’re not actually king yet then...no?” She noticed the other two female cubs glance at one another with shocked expression, as though they couldn’t quite believe the tongue of this outsider.
“He will be! Toku will be a great king!” The golden feline spoke up. “And he will banish you from the Pride Lands for speaking to him like that!” A paw pushed against Vanellope’s cheek, forcing her head to turn at the push. Vanellope grinned, her tail waving from side to side before she shrugged her shoulders and laid on her belly, uninterested by the royalty around her.
“Yeah, yeah.” Vanellope jaws parted into a long and tiresome yawn. “Just let me know when he is king. Until then, I’m just gonna lay here and lick my fur.” That’s what lions do, right? Lick their fur? She hoped so, otherwise she may have sounded stupid right then. Vanellope didn’t have much time to react, but before she even had time to lay her head against her paws, one of the lions leaped onto her back. “Hey, whatcha-OW, get off!!” She cried, realising she was being attacked by the two female cubs. The brown one had swiped at her cheek, whereas the golden one pulled at the extra skin which surrounded her neck with her teeth. That didn’t hurt as much as it should have, but the golden cub was managing to pull Vanellope’s head down towards the ground. Vanellope, completely unprepared for this scrap of a fight, was being dragged along the dried earth by the golden cub, as the brown cub continued to leap on her side, sticking in her claws whenever she was able to.