Post by Leon Keita on Jul 10, 2015 14:50:30 GMT
our voices carry
careful words we can barely speak out loud
A long time ago, there was a young lion named Simba. He wasn’t like all the other lions. In fact, he didn’t live with the other lions who lived far away in the Pridelands. No, he was in the Enchanted Forest. Ready to pounce on a meerkat. The killer look in his eyes and he stalked from behind the trees. And then it spotted him, and began running. Simba ran, and ran, and ran after the meerkat and it climbed up into a tree, as Simba lunged, the meerkat just out of his reach.
Then, the meerkat transformed into the form of a human, laughing loudly at the lion trying to climb up. Simba narrowed his eyes and moved back, transforming into a red headed young boy who crossed his arms and frowned. “Oh come on Simba!” Simba suddenly smiled, that wild look in his eyes coming back, as he lunged towards the tree, his fingers grabbing onto the trunk. “I’m gonna get you, Timon.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. Whether it took him a few seconds or days. He was going to learn how to climb and catch Timon wherever he went. Even if that meant he had to do it in his human form. “Just give up, Simba. You won’t be able to.” Timon jumped from the tree and patted his back, laughing once more. ”C’mon, let’s go find Pumba.”
Simba shook his head and looked down for a moment. “You go on, I’ll meet you and Pumba back at home.” After a little bit of protestation from Timon, they finally came to an agreement, and Timon transformed into his meerkat form and ran off to find Pumba. Simba was left alone. He took a deep breath and broke into a run, running into a tree, trying to run up the tree, grabbing the trunk before falling right back on his bottom. He continued this, changing trees, making progress through the jungle, thinking that if he stuck with just one tree he would get frustrated and give up. Moving would also give him more momentum, and never going back to give himself a run. Not going back was a big psychological thing that he wanted to keep up, so he kept going, and going until there were no more trees and he sat down, not knowing where he was, breathing heavily, trying to go over why he was failing so badly at climbing a tree. Maybe it just wasn’t in his blood. Either way, it was nice to get away from Timon and Pumba for a little bit and…
Where was he? He looked around, finding himself in a small village. He hadn’t been in town before. Lions, er, shifters like him weren’t allowed to communicate with humans. They were animals, or at least that was what his uncle always told him. He wasn’t one of them, either. He was a lion who could turn into a human, not a human who could turn into a lion. But climbing would be much easier with thumbs, and thus, he retained his human shape.
Curiously, he looked around, walking by the various humans smelling something absolutely delicious. Meat. He saw it. It’d been years since he had meat. But he hadn’t anything to trade for the meat. Pumba told him that the humans used gold for trade. Lions had no need for trivial things such as that. Groaning internally, he tore his eyes from the meat and continued to look around, somehow ending up by the docks. He sat on the edge of the pier and looked out into the ocean, for the first time feeling relaxed.
Then, the meerkat transformed into the form of a human, laughing loudly at the lion trying to climb up. Simba narrowed his eyes and moved back, transforming into a red headed young boy who crossed his arms and frowned. “Oh come on Simba!” Simba suddenly smiled, that wild look in his eyes coming back, as he lunged towards the tree, his fingers grabbing onto the trunk. “I’m gonna get you, Timon.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. Whether it took him a few seconds or days. He was going to learn how to climb and catch Timon wherever he went. Even if that meant he had to do it in his human form. “Just give up, Simba. You won’t be able to.” Timon jumped from the tree and patted his back, laughing once more. ”C’mon, let’s go find Pumba.”
Simba shook his head and looked down for a moment. “You go on, I’ll meet you and Pumba back at home.” After a little bit of protestation from Timon, they finally came to an agreement, and Timon transformed into his meerkat form and ran off to find Pumba. Simba was left alone. He took a deep breath and broke into a run, running into a tree, trying to run up the tree, grabbing the trunk before falling right back on his bottom. He continued this, changing trees, making progress through the jungle, thinking that if he stuck with just one tree he would get frustrated and give up. Moving would also give him more momentum, and never going back to give himself a run. Not going back was a big psychological thing that he wanted to keep up, so he kept going, and going until there were no more trees and he sat down, not knowing where he was, breathing heavily, trying to go over why he was failing so badly at climbing a tree. Maybe it just wasn’t in his blood. Either way, it was nice to get away from Timon and Pumba for a little bit and…
Where was he? He looked around, finding himself in a small village. He hadn’t been in town before. Lions, er, shifters like him weren’t allowed to communicate with humans. They were animals, or at least that was what his uncle always told him. He wasn’t one of them, either. He was a lion who could turn into a human, not a human who could turn into a lion. But climbing would be much easier with thumbs, and thus, he retained his human shape.
Curiously, he looked around, walking by the various humans smelling something absolutely delicious. Meat. He saw it. It’d been years since he had meat. But he hadn’t anything to trade for the meat. Pumba told him that the humans used gold for trade. Lions had no need for trivial things such as that. Groaning internally, he tore his eyes from the meat and continued to look around, somehow ending up by the docks. He sat on the edge of the pier and looked out into the ocean, for the first time feeling relaxed.
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