"My friends? Oh you mean them? This is Sengalo, Rac, Zebad, and Tekua they were exiled from their other pride and have come too the pridelands too seek refuge." She said redeeming herself trying not too smile as she lied too Nala. SHe was very good at lying and keeping a straight face.Zabad nodded and bowed deeply to the queen. What a disgusting thought this runt, Queen over his lovely Keyonna who would have received such an honor if Simba had obeyed his place as outkast. However if Zabad was never exiled from the pridelands, he would not had ran away from his mother and met Keyonna in the first place. Interesting.
Zabad rose again and smiled, almost sweetly but there was a sense of sickliness about it that he just could not hide.Tekua stood in line following the two lions before him, he found it rather.. Awkward to even be traveling like this, the last time had ever been in such a uniformed manner as walking in a line was... Puh never? He shook his head but for now he obeyed the lions that were around him for he knew straight in his mind he couldn't take down every single one of them, and plus.. You had to do things you didn't like to get to the best part.. Right? He looked over the shoulder of Rac and saw Nala as they were heading straight forward her and he thought one word in his mind as he saw the queens face.
damn..
He raised an eyebrow at Vitani as she said he was her friend Pfft, if only she knew what he thought of her.. He rolled his eyes and stared at Zabad in complete amazement as he bowed down and he told himself immediatly he wouldn't do that, EVER. He just gave a quick, friendly, smile.. Ugh how he hated being polite. "Nice to meet you.. " He muttered slightly, he looked over his fur, and he was glad he had at least taken time to clean it before he had meet up with Sengalo, for he actually looked.. Nice for once instead of his fur being all ruffled and battered from not taking care of his fur for a while.
Tekua then spoke up and tried to sound as innocent as ever as he spoke.
"I'm just a lone lion.. I found these guys.. And well we all sorta found ourselves coming into these lands and well.. We have no food.. No water... Think you can take a couple of rogues in.. We can prove ourselves... Somehow I am sure.." he said with a slight smirk appearing on his face, but it quickly dissapeared as he stopped talking once more.Rac kept a calm silent stature at Vitani interdouced their names. Rac's eyes didn't leave the Queen for way over a minute, his eyes narrowed slightly but then the yellow lion glanced at Tekua who had spoken up, Rac arched a brow before looking back at Nala before him.
Thoughts of his past recked his mind, this was the lioness responsible for him and his mothers exile, it was her who had stood in the way of her mother and Simba. If it wasn't for Nala, Rac would have goven these lands. The yellow lion quickly shrugged his toughts off as he noticed he was starting drift off. But he wouldn't denie that Nala was the cause off all the misery Rac had to endure through his cubhood. Both her and his father Simba where the once to pay.
Meeting Nala's gaze once more, the yellow lion showed a charming yet polite smirk at the Queen trying his best to gain a good first impression. "I wonder if she remeber me?" Rac throught through his gritted teeth, ".. but what will happen if she does.." the thoughts race through the yellow lions mind, brining it to fact that his past at Pride Rock could endanger the entier scheme.Nala gave a glance to each of the lions as Vitani said their names. In the back of her mind, something was telling her she knew all but one of the rogues' names. Again, the two black maned lions had a likeness to Scar, but she felt she may have met them before. The yellow one even had similar features to Simba. However, the completely red one she had never seen. It all seemed very... odd to the old Queen.Zabad looked at Sengalo and thought for a moment, this was the first time he had relised how alike they were and it gave him an idea on how to reek more sympathy from Nala.
"Me and my," he paused and gritted his teeth slightly, "brother, come from far away, exiled from our pride of whom knew of Scar and worshipped him intently, that is why we have these scars on our faces. It is a form of heritage there." He had noticed Nala had been observing their markings for some time. "But we carry them not with pride. I'm not sure if I can speak such strong emotions from my, brother, but I myself am ashamed of it. We would be most grateful of shelter since we have travelled so far without much food or water, and of course, a lion of my age does suffer quite badly under such weight."
For some reason, Nala was caught off gaurd by one of the black maned male's bow in appreciation. She mustered a half smile to him, though it was forced, giving a nod to him.
She felt awkward and felt the gaze of one of the lions on her. She looked over to Rac, but quickly averted her gaze to one that finally spoke up.
The red lion was first to speak. Nala turned her head to stare at him, brow furrowing somewhat as she listened. "Well... I guess if that's the case..." she began slowly, but trailed off. Should it be her duty to decide who can safely enter the Pridelands when neither Simba or Kovu were nowhere to be seen? It left the cream lioness unsure.
The lion that had bowed now spoke up. Nala turned her attention to him, her head tilting a bit as he told his story behind the scars. What was so special about Scar that other prides had to practically worship him as one of the Great Kings? First the Outlanders, now this pride being spoken about. Perhaps, if they knew what hardship he had put the Pridelands through, they may rethink who they were modeling after. At least these two, or one of them, admitted that they weren't proud of their strange culture.
At Zabad speaking of his "brother," Nala looked up over at the second black maned lion. While the others stepped forward to explain themselves, that one lingered back, remaining in the same spot. The lion's bright green eyes watched calmly under half shut lids, the piercing orbs boring into the former Queen. Nala shuddered inwardly. She wondered why he hadn't spoken up yet. Then, she noticed that the quiet lion carried even more scars on his body, four deep gashes on his right shoulder and they looked fresh. "And what about your brother," she asked calmly to Zabad as she motioned her head to Sengalo, "what happened to his shoulder?"
Now, Sengalo made a motion to show that he was, in fact, alive under that emotionless face. His dark brown rimmed ears twitched, he lifting his head at the question. He had forgotten about that injury. He took a glance over at Rac, but finally said dully, "there's still a few pesky hyenas around here..." and that was it.