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Originally posted by Mushroom
((Sorry I'm late))
Zabad reared his head back with a shcoked growl, and stared at Sengalo with wide eyes, almost with fear. Could he truly trust him? He had always wanted to tell someone this but Sengalo. Although, Sengalo would have no judgement towards him or the story, he hated Zabad, what could possibly stir him away from such an attitude.
Zabad, sighed, the breath rattled in his lungs and he sat down gently.
"You-" he paused, "You were not really who I planned on telling. But, there seems to be no one else who will listen." Zabad swallowed hard and tried hard to steady his breath again.
"Not too long ago, me and Keyonna, stole a cub from the pridelanders, one who was close to the royal family and a possible suitor for Kovu and Kiara's kin. She was a young female and we wished to train her so that we could someday use her as a weapon against the pridelanders, and hence I would proclaim my, " he sneered slightly, "rightful, place as King, with Keyonna by my side as my Queen." He looked away for a moment to think of his love, but soon returned to the tale.
"But, I grew attached to the young cub, a little too attached. Having little to no parental love as a child and sort of naturally, developed a love for this young cub. Keyonna would tell me not to get to close for she would most assurably get killed before we took our places on the throne. I couldn't though, the cub started to refer to me as a foster father, we had told her lies, like how her real mother and father had abandoned her a birth because she was too pure for their dark hearts to handle. As she grew, my love for her changed, it ceased to be a father and daughter love but something more.
One night I told her the truth, but she remained loyal to me. Keyonna, was furious and even though I told her that the lioness was still willing to help, she would not listen. She thought that all my feelings for her were gone and she had been replaced by this young lioness. I told her it was a misunderstanding but she was too infuritated to believe me." He glared into Sengalo's eyes, and with his paw lifted half of his thining fringe to reveal his right (Sengalo's left) eye, which had several scratches and scabs around it but on thick, deep cut down the middle that looked almost fresh though it was not. "She gave me that in her anger," he said lowering his paw. "And-well it was almost like a trigger, I snapped." Zabad's breath was getting harder again. "I killed her."
Zabad lowered himself to the ground, in a sort of semi-collapse manner.
Sengalo listened intently to Zabad's story, though he showed no expression, something he seemed to have adopted as of late. He winced inwardly at Zabad's claiming to be the rightful heir. He knew he had this older lion to compete with for such a high position in a pride, but it had begun to change since he had returned to the Pridelands. Frankly, all Sengalo wanted now was to see those that caused him pain to suffer like he had. If he could get Zabad his so wanted position on the throne, maybe, just maybe he'd also be getting what he wanted.