The black vampire sat down in the cold grass of the savanna, just looking at the old lion witch no doubt was the same lion as the young cub he had trained that long time ago, although time had changed his apperance but also his name, from Taka to Scar, from cub, to king. A small smile showed on Shakou's yet still emotionless face. "It's been a long time... my young apprentice" the black lion said with a hint of friendlyness in his normally stern voice. Eyeing the lion before him with calm face, "I see time has changed you... since the last time I saw you.." the vampire added, the smile replaced with a smirk. Hearing the old lions question the smirk faded as the black lion move slitely forward before sitting down once more. "Well it's a long story..." the black vampire began. "After you died, I slipped into disapperance know one knew of my exsistance, all thought I died many ages ago I was only spoken off in tales told by the old baboon..." Shakou said eyeing Scar before him. "I left the Pridelands, the reason was that after you died, my passion for ruleing the it had seemingly died out.. I felt too weakend to start anew, old scars had begun to reappear cuz of circumstandses I have know knowledge off.." the vampire said looking at the surrounding savanna, "... I wandered through the diffirent kindoms and realms of Africa for many many years... but something urghed me to return once more to land I once tried to conquor, I was almost as if it or someone was calling for me, shouting my name in the dark..." Shakou said turning back to Scar with an emotionless face. "That is why I returned to this, the forgotten battlefield.." the black lion said with a low sigh eyeing his old apprentice...Quote:
Originally posted by Melody of Scar
Scar?s ear twitched as Shakou called him by his name. He studied his mentor for a long time before he spoke quietly, although no formality came from him. ?Shakou, my old friend.? Despite his words his face remained unchanged, although his eyes still danced with fire. He looked past him, wondering who else was going to pop up and surprise him, then drifted his gaze back to Shakou.
It was the same lion he remembered, no doubt, and he had barely aged. Time had changed himself, but not the lion he had called master in a previous life. A small smirk found its way onto Scar?s muzzle, a wicked gleam in his eyes. No? Shakou was ageless. At least in Scar?s lifetime, he would be. Even after Scar died, he would remain handsome and youthful for many years. And although he was envious, Scar would never admit it outright.
Besides, he thought he had aged rather gracefully, given the circumstances of his past.
?I am surprised to see you. I thought you had left long ago to find a new apprentice.? And this wasn?t a lie ? news had been carried to his adopted pride of the black lion leaving the Pridelands, although seeing him now Scar wondered what the truth was behind the tale.
