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only my second post here, ah well...I had typed this up a few nights ago and it's just sitting around my computer. so I may as well post it here. I might continue it, not sure...let me know whatcha' guys think though. ^_^ it's a random little poem from nala's point of veiw, looking back on her cubhood and such. and I'm loosely basing it off of the musical, concerning how Scar tries to take Nala as his mate. I still say they should've animated Shadowlands into the movie...
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do you remember when we sang the song,
full of fun and play, our minds so free...
colors of our fantasy, we'd dance the whole day long.
where anything we wanted, we could make it real,
full of creativy and energy, our imaginations would soar
nothing could stop us, for in our paradise we ruled
I even remember how funny it was, when you'd work on your "roar"
we saw the world through the eyes of innocence,
and we'd not listen to a word of what they said...
the best of friends we were, nothing more, and nothing less.
we'd wrestle and tumble, play was our only concern,
although I always pinned you, and to this very day...
you'd think you would've learned.
the world was bright then, and the beauty of our cubhoods strong,
it felt as if the laughter would go on and on, we had all we needed...
so why is it, I wonder, it didn't seem to last very long?
in and instant, my world had cracked. the day the lights had faded.
and no words could heal the wounds, no one could help. my song was gone.
our song.
the song of our cubhood.
the time went on slowly, the land grew harsh and dry.
the herds moved on, the food grew scarce, yet I grew.
I set my mind to other things, and I learned the way of the hunt,
I was a huntress, although the prey was few.
perhaps what I really learned was how to hide myself,
for I had never forgotten...
my childhood playmate, my brother and friend.
then the day came, as I watched in horror.
the pride grew thin and weak, hungry.
the "king" refused to leave in search of other lands,
and he wanted something more, what he desired...was me.
a slash to his face and I turned to run,
I'd made up my mind, I'd leave myself...
long ago were those days of fun.
to save my pride, to save myself...surely there was something more,
out there...far from the lands I knew so well...
the miles dragged out in front of me, my paws grew weak and sore,
somehow I felt as if something, someone were calling to me.
many times I wondered what I was doing, what was I searching for...
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as I said, I might continue it...to where she finds Simba again and so on. for now, however, here it is. I'm not good at poetry, I just type up these things sometimes at 6 am. enjoy...
edit: did I say short? XD aha...welll, umm, mwa.
oh, and don't mind me...I have ego issues.^^;;; I rarely see anything good in the stuff I do. thank you all so much though, it really means a lot...and I'll continue it soon...
and I did another of simba, not really his thoughts, but more like...a poem-ish story about him as he runs from the pridelands. eh, emotional stuff. it's fun. 
i hope so! ... Akiko dont be gone 