taunting, teasing, terrorising

Still rotting in the Elephant Graveyard, never being able to leave this place, still having their feud with the lions – and almost every other Serengeti animal … Nothing changed for Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed. Still silly, still in a constant bad mood … Who ever enters their land may be sentenced to death.

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Calahienas - Watercolor and Ink on paper

I’ve decided to resurrect my tradition of Halloween drawings despite being drowned in loads of work. I’ve also decided that next year, I’ll actually prepare for Halloween, because it’s one of my favorite holidays despite never having really caught in France.

So here have my favorite trio of hyenas potatoes being all spooky for Halloween with their painted faces! I haven’t drawn more than quick doodles with traditionnal media since last year and it was good to see I could still pull it off. Ignore the background though. Or pretend it’s one of those photos you see on Instagram with sharp foreground and blurry background. #hyenaselfies.

Also since it’s got ink in there, I suppose it counts for Inktober, though my first attempt didn’t turn out well. I guess that wasn’t a good idea to try it on my last year of college when you’re expected to work on a billion projects at once (also Tumblr. I blame Tumblr. That shit is very time consuming). Better luck next year I suppose.

Anyway, happy Halloween (or Nightmare Night if that’s your thing) to you all!

(no that’s not a typo in the title, that’s how you say “hyena” in spanish)

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Lost in Dire Need || Shere Khan & the Hyenas

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Shere Khan took exception to Shanzi’s remarks about his home. The jungle was his sanctuary and his palace. A verident cathedral of cloying air and bright foliage that he would gladly kill to protect. If Shere Khan had never been loyal to another living thing, the jungle at least could call him an ally and the look that briefly passed between the jungle cat and the lead hyena conveyed over the course of a few silent seconds that exact sentiment.

Banzai, for his earlier offences, won the striped monarch back over. Bumping his leader aside (especially in her moment of weakness) to attend the tales of Shere Khan was a gesture that was worth some regard. Whiskers twitching in a brief dismissal of any hard feelings which had been beginning to creep up, Khan spoke in as soothing a tone as he was able. For their benefit.

“More than a few hunters have come this way,” Shere Khan promised, “all with heads and hearts full of desire and greed. They want glory for having killed you, or money for your skin. When they take you alive it is to keep you in a cage; So that they can look at you and contemplate the ‘greatness’ and the ‘conquests’ of man. I know this, hyena, because in all my time in this jungle men have pursued me and my fellow animals for each of these purposes. They have stalked into this jungle bringing their rifles, their fire, their cages and their hope. They come looking for blood…and one way or another…they find it.”

Shere Khan flexed his claws and glanced between the hyenas, contemplating them for a moment longer, “If man took you, it must be because you resemble his ‘hound’. Dim-witted cousin of the wolf and man’s occasional hunting partner. It is one of the few animals men bring in though not one he often brings out. …Do you come from a cage? Do you know any human?” 

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Did it get colder all of a sudden?  Colder, in this humid, sticky place? – Or was it just Ed, feeling shivers running down his spine, had he started to sweat from anxiety, making him feel cold? He eyed Shenzi; was she as nervous as he was, as unsettled by the tiger’s recount?  She kept him in sight, her facial expression deadpan … conspicuously deadpan.

Banzai on the other side hung on Khan’s every word.  His reactions were appropriate to what the tiger told them; he scoffed at the mention of the pathetic dogs – and dared to briefly glare at Khan for saying they resembled these animals … though he didn’t know what they looked like –, shuddered at the tellings of what humans did to animals in this place … Yes, this part disturbed him more than he would’ve liked to admit, and if it was disturbing to him, he didn’t want to imagine how the tiger felt like … Did he feel anything?  Did the stories affect, move him?  How did he know all this?  How did he know what a, what had it been, a ‘riffle’, was?  What was a riffle?  And why …? Banzai cleared his throat, or rather attempted to do so; he didn’t realise the unrest caused by the stories formed a lump in his throat.  Coughing, he glanced at Khan, smiling abashedly. “How –?”, he rasped, before he fell into a fit of coughing.

Shenzi looked at Banzai for a moment, rolled her eyes, hit her friend’s back. She knew what he had wanted to ask though, she had been wondering the same thing.  Too bad he apparently couldn’t manage to say it, so she had to get out of her lackadaisical demeanour to ask the tiger herself. It would be curious to see if she could keep the façade up, or also be disturbed by these events. “I think he wants to know how you know these things”, she sighed.  “‘n to be honest, so do I.  ‘n Ed as well, I’m sure.”

Yes, Ed did!  He also hoped that the tiger just came up with them, even though he was certain that this wouldn’t be the case.  But the knowledge of details upset him as well. “How do you know all of these things?”, he heard Banzai squawk again.  “Like, we know some humans, only a few, not too many, ‘n they-they are … they’re okay.  Silly to look at, yeah, but none of them would dare to lock us up.  Never happened to us, nah.” … Great that Banzai had found his voice again, and great that he had asked the things Ed had wondered about himself. Never would he have thought that they were lucky, in a way.

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While thinking about how to write the prelude, or even what to write in the prelude, I suddenly thought about this ‘Did U Kno’-blog?  Do U Kno the blog?  I don’t even Kno why I was thinking about it, it’s not very topical or relevant to this …

Well now, who is worried by this announcement?  At least I am kinda worried by announcements.  But this is a positive one!

Today marks my fifth DRP-anniversary!!  WHAAAT!? On April 23rd, 2011, I made my first post on this blog -- yes, this blog has some posts that were published earlier than that because I’m the second person to run this blog as the mun prior to me left it behind for the next person to use if they wanted to … which I did, because I was lazy.

Starting out, I wasn’t particularly active; I was kinda shy, from another country with a different first language … I don’t Kno when the turning point occurred (maybe around … the end of 2011?), but at least I’ve passed that point and found so many friends among the members!  especially those on my facebook we r friends 4eva bc facebook amirite I’ve made friends, my language-skills definitely improved, I generally wrote more (yes i’m idling at the moment i Kno i still owe replies) … It’s just been a great time, a great time with you!

Now, I actually had a surprise for you guys planned, like a little present to you, but I couldn’t find out how to make it work.  Once I find a way, I will let you Kno and gift you ~*the thing*~!  it’s not spectacular really

I also had planned to thank or shoutout every single person I’ve gotten to Kno and love via this group, whether they are a current member or dropped a long time ago, but I always said that I never wanted to either rank my favourite muns or mention my favourite people around the group so no one would feel left out.  I’m just thinking of their names, to myself.  No one will Kno if I care about them except me. … woah this isn’t ideal

And this is really long!  Wow! If you read this entire thing, then wow again, and … thank you!  For reading, for making this a great experience … Thank you!

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//For reference:

I’m aware that I owe replies to

@everyone-runs-from-shere-khan  and

@outsider-nuka!

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something from a while ago

I’m stuck in the country with tons of people around so I can’t draw new stuff :C

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♢ makemineacubsandwich-Mun! ╰(・∇・╰)

ooc - most certainly my dear uwu <3 

1. F*** You - Lily Allen

2. The World Is Mine - firekid

3. Snow In Venice - Elizaveta 

4. Primadonna - Marina and the Diamonds 

5. just for kICKS 

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IN DER WEIHNACHTSBÄCKEREI GIBT’S ’NE MESSERSTECHEREI

ZWISCHEN MEHL UND ZIMT LIEGT ’N TOTES KIND WEIL DIE BÄCKER KRIMINELLE SIND WEIL SIE KRIMINELLE SIND WEIL!  SIE KRIMINELLE SIND!

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contoswrites:

also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

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Hello everybody!

I just wanted to quickly announce that it’s unlikely that I’d be online from today, March 24, to March 29th, as I’m going to visit my uncle in Stuttgart over the holidays – so if you reply to me over the course of these days, you might have to wait a bit for a reply (don’t you always have to with me tho)! I didn’t feel like these couple of days were worth of going on a hiatus, so I’m letting you guys know about it this way!

I wish you a Happy Easter and Chag Purim Sameach! - Leo  ❤

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Negotiations Maybe? || Hyenas + Nuka

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Nuka sat down on his rump and listened. Even a socially awkward teenager lion like Nuka recognized that being circled by other predators was a bad sign. He stayed quiet, starting to doubt himself at Shenzi’s sneers and the overall intimidation of her clan but what did he have to lose by pressing on? He shook his head. 

“No, my mother doesn’t know I’m here. She’s so busy with my little brother that she doesn’t really notice when I’m gone for a while now. But it won’t matter if I can come up with a better plan and be a better king than my brother would, like I was always supposed to be. I didn’t come to see you to make an army out of you! That didn’t work out so well for anybody during the battle for Pride Rock.”

Nuka tried not to fidget with the rocks at his paws. He was nervous but believed very much in what he was saying even if he couldn’t recognize his own foolish idealism. 

“What I really wanted was to make peace so I could ask you for advice,” admitted the young lion. “My Father was a genius to a lot of people. But he made some big mistakes that nobody likes to talk about. Not just turning his back on all of you when you needed him, but other things. I was just a kid, and he didn’t teach me how he thought the Pridelands should be run. Years later, Mother never lets anyone say anything about the ways Scar wasn’t perfect. But all of you knew him. You knew what made him a great King, and what he did that made it all fall apart. I don’t know who else to talk to about how to keep away from the mistakes my Father made since no one else will talk about it. That’s the kind of alliance I’m looking for. Please, Shenzi?” 

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Shenzi was glad her friends realised on their own she had stopped circling Nuka – they would’ve made fools of all three of them if they had bumped into her, they would’ve looked ridiculous, not as intimidating anymore. Scar ‘was a genius’, the young lion had said.  Compared to most of her cackle members, he definitely had been intelligent, also on his own, as a lion, and he had told she was intelligent as well, and maybe he had intentionally allayed her suspiciousness, with flattery and promises of a better future, and she hadn’t been intelligent at all and had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. And now his spawn had entered their area, again offering a better future, but approaching his desired allies less expertly.  It certainly seemed like Nuka was being honest in a pathetic way, but he, to the hyenas’ luck, continuously mentioned unfavourable details Scar likely wouldn’t have brought up. “Your mother’s too occupied with another brat to notice you sneaking away?”, she scoffed. “Are you sure that your plan isn’t constructed to impress your mommy?”  Her gaze was mercilessly derisive as she scrutinised the young lion. “Like we don’t know that your daddy wasn’t too ecstatic about his firstborn little run–”

The remnant of her monologue was ended by Banzai who suddenly covered her mouth with his paw.  Ohh, he could prepare himself for an earful this night, once the two parties had – hopefully – reached a result. “You just said your father didn’t, ‘n I quote: ‘Teach me how he thought the Pridelands should be run’.  Honestly, did he actually teach you anything?  Shenzi probably went a bit too far, but … when isn’t she in the right?” … He would still get an earful about being a suck-up; an earful and then a short, very brief cuddle.  At least he had let go of her. “‘n you’ve said your mom doesn’t … doesn’t either really mention him or explain some details of Scar’s leadership, I’m not sure, I didn’t really get that.  But what would Zira know about leading a lion’s pride anyway, being a broad ‘n –”

A harsh jostle now shut him up – yes, a pride was led differently from a cackle, but there still was no reason for him to use derogatory terms like these; Shenzi, as much as she had disliked Zira back in the day, did not approve of that. “Banzai’s right though”, she grumbled. “He didn’t tell or teach you anything, or at least not a lot, am I right?  He didn’t really include your mother in his acts; neither did he include us, we rather were his henchmen and -maiden whom he used for his dirty work.  As if he’d let us in on his tactics.  No, he preferred to exploit our helplessness and use my clan as his underlings.” — Shenzi hated how she was constantly petted on the back, as if she didn’t have herself under control, as if she was a raging shrew others had to hide from …! It wasn’t until she relaxed, slightly into Ed’s paw, that she realised she was trembling with anger.  This kid had exhausted her, offering her similar things as his father did, reminding her of the things his father did … If she would start blubbering, she would lose all the respect she had for herself. But she was able to briskly shake her head.

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When The World Seems To Shine : Valentine || the Yeens & Kit

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Kit looked a bit nervously, as the two tossed opinions, at the waiter, turning his gaze back to the trio. “Spaghetti it is?” he questioned before turning back to their waiter - who, he noticed, did in fact look quite bird-like - and smiled. 

“We’ll take the..” the Prince paused, leaning in to read the menu, “ The Large spaghetti please.” As the waiter stepped away, Kit called out quickly- “And maybe some bread-sticks?” Turning back to the group, he gave a shrug. “Why not?” he laughed. 

“How are you enjoying the place?” Kit questioned. “I’ve never taken the time to eat here before, but I hear their spaghetti is excellent!” 

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“I didn’t even know places like these existed”, Shenzi deadpanned.  Sure, she was delighted to be receiving food, but she also felt like this place was an image of a decadent society … whatever ‘decadent’ meant.  It assuredly was an appropriate term to use.  Going to a remotely nice-looking place to tell a birdman what oddly-named dish you’d like to eat?  Sounded like it was decadent.

“Yah, me neither.”  Banzai had finally let go of the breadstick-basket – likely because it was empty.  “Do you guys, like you people, do this all the time?  Going out ‘n just get food?  ‘cause that sounds like something I’d enjoy, yeah, me ‘n Ed.”

Ed nodded in agreement; if Banzai would take him along to a place like this, he wouldn’t decline the invitation, and they wouldn’t pick Shenzi up … at least Ed wouldn’t.  She’d probably eat up all the crispy stuff together with Banzai so that nothing would be left behind for him. Maybe they could start their own get-food-place, just like this one; in the Serengeti, with lions not being allowed to enter … Yeah, that would be the stuff.

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Off with His Head! : Kit’s Ball || Rapunzel & the Hyenas

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It didn’t take far long into the ball that Rapunzel found herself speechless. She obviously had never been to a ball before. It showed in her mannerisms, flabbergast expressions, and most especially, attire. In a room full of royalties, it was difficult not to feel out of place.

At least she knew Flynn was invited as well. However, the former seemed to be busy interacting with other guests and she couldn’t find it in her to interrupt. Truth be told, she was always a little envious at how smooth he could be with words. Steeling herself, she decided that now was the opportune time to practice her people skills.

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to be the one to start a conversation. Though it did take a few panicked thoughts and a quick glance around the room for a potential weapon.

WHAT ARE THOSE???

Her mind had raced as she was approached by three… three what exactly? Horses? Bears?? CANNIBALS??? No matter how much she tried, nothing in her schema could identify what they were. As per human nature, she immediately labeled them as dangerous.

That line of thought dissipated when they started talking - in English. Fear turned to fascination and finally intrigue.

They were asking her something unusual. Sliding through the floors? Well… she did do that a lot in the tower while cleaning. Back then she had supplies, like brushes she could glide on.

But even on her bare feet, Rapunzel definitely felt the difference in surface. Her tower floor was wood, full of ridges. This floor could make her hair sweep across a room with just wind.

Perhaps it was the childlike personality of hers or her genuine need to discover new exciting things that made her agree. She laughed with them. She glided with them (taking extra caution not to get her hair tangled on anything that looked expensive). She jumped, she giggled, she flew.  She felt fast on her feet. But apparently not enough -  and she cringed with them as stone hit marble.

Face pale, she said the one thing that came into mind.

“Flynn would know what to do…”

Her voice was merely a mumble but to her, it made perfect sense. Flynn was practically a self-taught expert in the field of covering up.

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So the girl didn’t have an idea either – well, she had one, but Shenzi didn’t like it, and at least Ed and more importantly Banzai should leave the hopeful resolution to this mess to her discretion. Too bad that she didn’t have any idea on how to resolve the problem. — Was ‘problem’ even an appropriate word?  It rather was a catastrophe; they had destroyed something enormous, something which probably was as enormously prized, the nice marble floor had a fissure where the statue first hit it … They briefly had been in danger.  But it was doubtful that a hyena’s life was as valuable as the larger-than-life of an angry-looking man.

“No!”, Shenzi hissed, “No, no, no, your friend wouldn’t know what to do because you won’t tell him!  If he’ll get here, someone else might follow him ‘n see … this and alert the host and –!” She didn’t know how to finish her verbiage.  Oh, she and her friends would be lucky if they were merely kicked out once this issue was revealed – she couldn’t imagine anything worse than that … or maybe she just didn’t want to.  There definitely were worse things than being excluded from a party.

Hearing a clattering sound, Shenzi swirled around – to see Ed having approached Banzai, to see them attempting to sweep together the statue’s pieces.  Fortunately, it had burst into a couple of big, clunky pieces instead of dozens upon dozens of tiny splinters. No, their friends didn’t have a bad idea, and it was great that they quickly acted on it. Banzai raised his head, looked at her – there was something up with him … his eyes weren’t reacting normally, he just stared. “Long absent, soon forgotten”, he slurred. “You two try to do something … Something ‘bout that.”

The fissure.  Yes, that was going to be a bigger issue indeed. Long absent, soon forgotten, sure, but it was difficult to remove the floor.

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Lost in Dire Need || Shere Khan & the Hyenas

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The differences between Shere Khan and a lion were tooobtrusive and obvious to be mistaken. Everything from his bellowing roar to hislack of a mane bespoke a distinct separation of this king of the jungle fromhis smaller savannah cousins. Even to the casual observer, the great tiger wasas similar to the Prideland’s royal family as they were to the local caracalsand servals. A shared feline ancestry, but so far removed from each otherphysiologically as well as geographically that there would be no reason forthem to have any concept of their own connection sight unseen.

Fortunately, Shere Khan had seen ‘lions’. Rather, he hadseen parts of them.

“Lions,” ShereKhan exclaimed with a ring of reassuring clarity. This one connection hadfinally given the big cat what he needed to unbundle the mystery that was thesebadly misplaced creatures, “Africa…ofcourse. It all makes perfect sense.”

Shere Khan chuckled slightly, which was more than a littlerude, and shook his head. This gesture was as much an answer to all of theirquestions as it was a representation for his disbelief regarding theirsituation, a fact they would realise the more he elucidated.

“You are far from home indeed. Poached, I would guess. No animal ends up so far flung from theirnatural home without the intervention of man, after all. They do not regularlymove live animals, however…nor dothey keep them together. So in that way, you are all very fortunate.”

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It had just become explicit to Shenzi that for some moments, she had thought she ‘liked’ their acquaintance.  Maybe her ‘liking’ him was more along the lines of ‘I really want to, I really need to meet with his approval – I don’t know what he’s capable of’.She didn’t know what exactly he was chuckling at, if it was their home, at them, them being so obviously misplaced in his home … She hated his demeanour, and she knew, had known someone who was eerily resemblant to this.

“You seem an awful lot to know about animals from other places getting here – how many of them did you meet?”, she spat, trembling with anger. In all honesty, she was ashamed of herself being this emotional, being this passionate, being this irritable – but she has had enough of it, of dratted, supercilious cats acting more than patronising towards them, especially this cat, this cat who barely knew them. “Did they succeed in getting out of here?  I sure hope so … It’s stuffy here, stuffy and revolting.” Did she dare to shoot a nasty glare towards Khan as she uttered the last word? She did. Hadn’t she gesturally chastised Banzai for acting obstreperous towards the tiger? She had.

“Yeah, but …” Banzai shoved Shenzi aside, not caring if he would be clawed again.  It likely, though not intentionally would be for her own good – she didn’t stand in the breach any longer, if the tiger would lunge out, he would hit Banzai first. “Did you say men move animals here?  ‘Men’, as in ‘human males’?  And they … The animals they bring here aren’t … How do you know that?” His last question wasn’t meant to come across as provocative at all; he ‘merely’ had just heard an apparent fact that greatly upset him, and he wasn’t even embarrassed by it.  Briefly turning to Ed, Banzai saw in his expression that he had heard the same thing, that he got the not-so-profound hint, that he was worried, to say the least, as well.

“I don’t think that’s true”, Shenzi murmured, but a jostle from Ed’s side rendered her speechless. Another reason to start disliking the tiger: Ed and Banzai suddenly to seemed to have turned unruly, hanging on Khan’s every word. He apparently had quite the amount of stories to share …

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♢ makemineacubsandwich [haha ha]

1. Howlin’ For You - The Black Keys 

2. After Midnight - Dorothy 

3. Wild Fire - Dorothy ( for Shenzi! ) 

4. No Good - Kaleo 

5. Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked - Cage the Elephant 

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//This is such a cool meme, just because you get a glimpse at your fellows’ (supposedly) favourite music!  Also, this is another fabulous playlist! ♥️

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; munday

name: Leonie birthday: August 6 gender: Cis female orientation: Straight age: 19

favorite soda: Fritz-Kola favorite candy: Leysieffer Himmlische favorite pizza: Salami favorite salad dressing: Yogurt favorite meal: Calamari

best memory: … When I was nine, we visited the Sea Life Centre in Königwinter, where I dipped my hand into the ray tank and licked it to check if it was saltwater.  It was.  (not my best memory but it just popped into my head) best friend: Jehad, Jessica/Kirk, Lena, Ranê best relative: My younger sister, my maternal uncle best pet: Willi the bunny (rip) best celebrity: Daniel Radcliffe

one random fact about you: I’ve been to Pompeii, and it sucked one random fact about your day: I kinda sorta learned how to blow smoke rings!! one random fact about your job/school: “The University of Cologne was the sixth university to be established in Central Europe” one random fact about your favorite tv show: Bob’s Burgers is exorbitantly brilliant one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: I have nice-looking finger nails  (this questionnaire wants me to lie?!)

Tag five people: @direct-from-the-lamp, @injusticedeliciouslysquared, @princessofthieves, @uphold-the-family-honor, @you-look-rather-dashing

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♢ [this is such a cool meme ₍₍ (ง ˙ω˙)ว ⁾⁾]

All Men Are Pigs - Studio Killers

Bad Bad Things - Andrew Jackson Jihad

Don’t Be Funny - Dragonette

Hungry Eyes - NONONO

Fiend Club - Misfits

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//Reblog, because this is fantastic!  – Especially Bad Bad Things and Fiend Club

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Off with His Head! : Kit’s Ball || Rapunzel & the Hyenas

8. OH CRAP YOU BROKE ONE OF THE KING’S STATUES! WHAT NOW??

As soon as Banzai had seen it, he wanted to do one thing (after helping himself to the buffet, obviously): Sliding over the shiny, polished marble floor for the longest possible stretch; the winner would … he or she would be allowed to pick one of the cloying fairy cake and relish the losers’ disgusted expressions. — Banzai however also thought that this wouldn’t be much of a punishment for Ed, seeing how he had been the only hyena to lick his lips after they had each tried a cake.  Maybe Ed would win the competition so his victory was a loss at the same time.  Oh, Banzai would savour the fairy cake if he would see Ed’s sulky face. After he had rinsed out his mouth, naturally.

Another thing he had done was inviting the girl on whose hair Shenzi had stepped on – perhaps it had been deliberately, perhaps it hadn’t; she had been staring at the magnificent head of golden-blonde hair with a mixture of admiration and envy (even though Banzai told her she would look awful with a light-coloured coat … which, judging by her snarling, she didn’t exactly like to hear) – to join in their little competition, and so far … no one had really stuck out.  Ironically, Ed indeed was in the lead, and Banzai realised that he wouldn’t care if Ed would enjoy the ‘punishment’, his desire to win was too overpowering. He would show them, Ed, Shenzi, and … Goldie?  Banzai honestly had forgotten it, it wasn’t very short, it didn’t sound familiar, and it was, bluntly said, a weird name. Whatever her name was, Banzai would beat her.

Wink at his friends on the sideline; Shenzi countered with an annoyed eye-roll, Ed stuck out his tongue at him. He certainly wouldn’t do this with the fairy cake. Take a run-up … – SLIDE! Feel the smooth, cool marble under your paws, move your body to a presumably aerodynamic pose, feel just great. – Slide towards the larger-than-life statue of the current, moustached king. Bang your head against the statue, bang it hard. … Try to ignore your friends’ derisive laughter.

“Hey, Banzai!  I wouldn’t say this counts, your ending really wasn’t graceful”, Shenzi sneered, surverying her friends picking himself up, shaking it off, immediately holding his head, grimacing … Not seeing how the statue had been shifted, started wobbling, shifted more, tilted towards her friend who still seemed to be dizzy … “Hey!  Banzai!”  Neither did he seem to notice the concern, the distress in her voice …

Shenzi speeded, slid across the corridor, towards her friend, knocked him out of the way, fell onto him – at least the statue didn’t. Nah, it instead fell onto the floor, shattering with the loudest bang Shenzi had ever heard. She quickly picked herself up, stared at Ed and Blondie at the other end of the corridor, stared, glared at Banzai, whose entire fault this dilemma was … A piece of the statue landed right next to her; she flinched as she saw the head, the king’s marmoreal head glowering at her. “… Anyone have an idea what to do know?”

@i-do-like-ducklings

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Disney Challenge → Favorite Villain Sidekick -  Shenzi, Banzi + Ed

Oh, Scar, it’s just you. We were afraid it was somebody important.