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bcprepared·:

“Yes, I did hear you were quite useless, unable to even kill a mere cub properly, allowing little Simba to grow up and overthrow you?” She gave a devilish grin her father’s way, knowing just what to say to piss him off, she thrived off negativity from others so this was the best way to do it.

“I’m quite glad my mother told you I was dead, I could only imagine what growing up raised by a failure would feel like.” She stated, a low growl emanating from her, the scar that decorated her right eye almost emphasised as she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “I don’t want anything from the likes of you, I just figured you should know I existed.”

An insolent little cub she was, it seemed. No surprise, considering her mother, half her blood coming from the deranged hyenas he’d had working for him. Traitorous little shits. Perhaps he should take it out on his offspring; she was one of them. Perhaps her death would be retribution enough to calm his spirit for now. But instead he laughed. Oh, did she think she was getting under his skin? He’d been playing the same game for far longer, and he hadn’t gotten as far as he did by being browbeaten by children.

“Your mother was a failure and so it seems she imparted all her wisdom upon you. Unless you’re claiming you now rule over Pride Rock?” he asked, expression questioning. “There, I know you exist and as soon as you’re out of sight, I’ll put the information where it belongs - out of my mind.” He waved a hand as if to dismiss her. Foolish child, to think she could antagonise him.

#;; thread #;; kesar

bcprepared·:

@scarredandcorrupt from here

Of course he didn’t recognise her, he probably wasn’t even certain what she looked like as a cub never mind a fully grown woman in a human form instead of a lion or even a hyena. “I take it Shenzi told you I was dead..If she even mentioned me, before the hyena’s..Y’know. Killed you.” Mufasa had told her the whole story that he had observed from in the Underworld, getting pieces of information from everyone that came down that had died in the Pridelands.

“Some father you are..Not even recognising your own blood.”

So the girl knew of Shenzi. Even the mere name of his former minion made him want to growl, to kill the wretched little beast who betrayed her king. That this insolent cub was aware of his demise meant she was most likely of their ilk, and it was simply her quick action that prevented him from attacking her.

Father.

“You,” he replied, almost disbelieving. Yes, he’d believed the offspring he’d tried to produce with Shenzi had died young, young enough that he had not had a chance to influence it. Her, it seemed. “What is there to recognise in you? You don’t look of my family, which means you take after the hyena.” His lips were all but curling in disgust. “I don’t know what it is you desire, but you won’t find I have anything to give.”

#;; kesar #;; thread

“How does it feel? Well, it feels like I’m on fire!“ - Kesar

Scar turned his attention to the young woman speaking to him, completely unaware of their relationship, and yawned idly. He stretched a little, leaning to one side and then the other, before he settled back down and finally answered her. “Being alive? It’s marvellous. Now if I could only return home, everything would be perfect.” He watched her for a moment longer before returning his gaze to the book perched in his lap. “Run along now.”

@bcprepared

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Ugh, these children roaming the land. Scar was utterly, utterly bored with the entire debacle and of playing scent hound for the queen of the Underworld. He was a king in his own right, damn it, why was he being treated like some household pet? The indignity of it all was making him more and more resistant to the idea of assisting Hades in any way and had resulted in him lurking in a distant corner of the halls of the dead, snarling at anyone who dared to come near. At least until he found an unusual scent on the air.

For the first time in a while, he looked up at the passerby instead of trying to scare them off, curious. “You’re no human,” he said, no question in it. He could tell the young woman was like him - a shifter of some description.

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queencfhcarts·:

“I figured that would make you change your tone.” She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him once more, “I can assure you it’s no parlour trick.” She gestured to the cave wall beside her, and after resting her palm against it for a brief moment, a portal to what could only be presumed as leading to the land of the living opened, only to close when she wanted it to, which was instantly, couldn’t let the lion out of his cage too soon now.

“Valuable ally? Yes..But trustworthy? You killed your own brother, Scar only to be betrayed by your own henchmen. I don’t get a trustworthy vibe from you at all.”

Scar barely contained the instinctive step to walk towards freedom - towards life itself - but he managed, somehow, despite the temptation the witch was providing. He watched her carefully as she spoke; she wanted reassurance of his allegiance? He snorted and, had he been in his feline form, his tail would have been lashing in irritation.

“You, a witch who killed her own daughter’s true love, are asking if I’m trustworthy?” he retorted, eyebrow raised. “I killed my brother because he was a fool. He never deserved to be king. Are you intending to stand in the way of my birthright? That’s the only reason I’d have for betraying your schemes, witch.”

He spat before he continued. “As for the hyenas... They were greedy, foolish. Stupid. They couldn’t see the power I had, the power they had working for me. I’ll have my revenge yet, with or without your help. So the question is not why you should trust me, but why should I trust that you intend to help me back to Pride Rock?”

#;; thread #;; cora

qveenofthevnderworld·:

“I am a mother Scar. Of course it means so much to me.” She sighed gently, concern etched into her features as she ran a hand back through dark hair. She didn’t expect him to get it, the compassion she felt, the mothering instinct - even for children who were not her own. She was the goddess of Spring, a time for birth and renewal. Children weren’t meant to die yet. They were young and full of life. She sighed further when Scar said she hadn’t seen her husband. “If you see him later on, advise him that he should speak to his wife. Now which way do we go now?”

“Ah, yes. Parenthood. Quite the affliction and one I can’t say I’ve endured.” Looking after his irritating nephew had been as close to being a father as Scar had ever intended to be, and even that had been too much for him. No, cubs were no use to him, not until he had to secure his throne, and Simba had been too weak to ever follow in his footsteps. It would have been foolish to pretend he understood the goddess’s concerns. “Of course; hound, messenger. I’m delighted to oblige,” he agreed, sarcasm dripping from his words.

He turned on his heel, catching the scent of a freshly dead soul; young. That should appease the goddess of Spring. “Follow me, my lady.”

#;; thread #;; persephone

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There were many times Scar pondered his fate, winding up in the Underworld as he had. He truly believed he’d been a just king, looking out for the best for his land and ensuring those who deserved power got it. He was delusional; thinking that he’d done any kind of good for Pride Rock was a mark of insanity, and yet he wore it as a badge of honour. He didn’t belong here. He belonged in Elyisum, he belonged with the rest of the kings!

And yet no matter how many appeals he made, he remained in the vast caverns of the Underworld.

Unlike most others doomed to walk the cavernous halls of Hades’s realm, Scar had no interest in reconnecting with those from his previous life. No, he didn’t want to see the traitors, didn’t want to hear the treasonous lies that fell from their lips, and yet the sight of an overly familiar bird changed that for him.

Scar stretched, transforming into his true form, power rolling through him even in death. Oh, he couldn’t kill the awful little bird, but there were plenty of other ways to ensure that Zazu was miserable now that he’d joined Scar in hell.

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qveenofthevnderworld·:

“Whether you agree or not a bunch of children early twenties or younger have ended up in my domain. They are young, they are here before their time and many of them will be scared. That may not mean much to you, but I cannot let them wander around scared.” Did he have kids? She wasn’t sure he would understand her feelings if not, it was hard t explain the maternal instincts she had when she saw a child hurt. Her concern in this whole mess lay with them, and her anger with her husband for bringing the children here. “On that note kitty cat, have you seen my husband also, I need to have a chat with him once I check on the children.”

Scar had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes again and instead rolled his shoulders, appearing to prepare for tracking down some of the children of this domain. He kept his mouth shut, likely wisely, at the infernal nickname she insisted on giving him. Kitty cat. He was anything but a house cat; he was the literal king of Pride Rock, the true, deserving king- but it wouldn’t do to rant to Persephone of all people. “My sincere apologies, my Queen. I had no idea it meant so much to you,” he agreed, taking a step towards where one of the children had wandered off. He paused again at her question. “I have no idea where your husband could possibly be. He’s the king of the Underworld, my lady. He comes and goes as he pleases.”

#;; thread #;; persephone

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“Wait.” The word was quick, no exclamation, and yet earnest enough to give away his desperation. Of course he wanted to live again, who did this woman think she was fooling? “Hades has given you that power?” he asked, just to clarify. “Then it seems your parlour tricks have improved, my kind woman.” It didn’t hurt to suck up a little bit, after all. “Facilier can get himself out of death. He did it on the other side, allow him to fend for himself. I’ll prove a far more valuable ally on the other side.”

#;; thread #;; cora

islehexgirl·:

“Of course!” She had to commend the idea, she was going about it all wrong, instead of trying to contact the spirit realm, she should try and contact the living, she shut her eyes once more, and a small smirk lit up her face as she begun whispering words to herself, they sounded like, co-ordinates, then an in-depth description of the wall patterns she could recognise, finishing it up with “Find someway here, and bring a way out, one good enough for multiple people.” She had no clue who she’d contacted, but it was someone, and she was certain they were alive. Would anything come of it? Probably not. It just gave her some hope.

Scar watched in fascination as the young woman took his advice, trying to contact the living. Her words were interesting in itself; she fully intended to save others, did she? What had happened to Facilier’s daughter? Not ruthless enough, not self serving enough. She wouldn’t survive in the land of the living for much longer even if she did get back. “Is it working?” he asked, curious. “Have you made contact?”

#;; thread #;; freddie

“Want to see what true power really looks like?” - Cora

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The man rolled his eyes as he watched the witch (former queen, whatever title she’d chosen for herself now) approach, a small part of him cautious at the smirk she always seemed to wear on her face. “While I doubt you have true power, I’m bored. Show me your parlour tricks, witch.”

#;; thread #;; cora #;; ask

islehexgirl·:

She gave a brief laugh and a pained smile, before burying her face in her hands, “I’m such an idiot…That’s why I can only hear my own thoughts I’m contacting myself..” She seemed to have snapped slightly, realising any abilities her father had taught her, or that she’d learned on her own by watching him, were useless in this domain.

Scar was watching with interest. Was she anything like her father, or was she going to prove to be a disappointment, a waste of his time? He raised an eyebrow and took another step closer, coming round to watch her expression - or as much of it as he could see with her hand covering her face. “And that makes it a useless ability, does it? Could it not work in reverse? I don’t claim to understand your magic, but I’d be intrigued to see if you can contact the living after your own demise.”

#;; thread #;; freddie

firstmateguyliner·:

“Actually I’m around forty six, but that’s just another technicality.” He gave another chuckle as he heard the comments made about him. “This hook isn’t any kind of toy either, It can do more than stab, just ask Evie, I’m sure she’s down here somewhere.”

“We all have to start somewhere, I’m sure I can rally enough people together to help me take down this god you speak of.”

“You are a child playing with fire,” Scar repeated, rolling his eyes. Oh, the boy had killed an unskilled girl. What an achievement. But rather than replying to the suggestion that this evidenced any kind of skill or menace, he ignored it. Let the boy pride himself on one death. “I will enjoy watching you suffer for trying,” he laughed.

#;; thread #;; harry

islehexgirl·:

“Oh can’t you see just how relaxed I am now that whoever you are is here?” She groaned and tried to ignore the stranger, presuming him to just be some dead nobody she shouldn’t care about.

“I could get out of here if the damn spirits would listen to me…” Freddie mumbled to herself. “Come on now…get a good connection to them…” She shut her eyes tight, making no sudden movements, apparently trying to contact the other-…this side?

At least she had a sense of humour, although how ill-timed it would be remained to be seen. Scar gave her a quirk of the lips, his equivalent of a smile, before pushing himself up off his perch and approaching her as she concentrated. “You’re in the realm of the spirits now, little one. You’re effectively one yourself. Why should any of them listen to you now?”

#;; thread #;; freddie

firstmateguyliner·:

“But a technicality nonetheless, I’ll have to find this Hades and force him to do my bidding.” He shrugged. Making the matter sound much easier than it was.

“Who am I? My name is Harry Hook, the most badass pirate you’ll ever meet!” His tone raised to match Scar’s. But he didn’t try and calm himself like the lion did. He kept at that energy. A smug smirk plastered on his face.

“I think you’re more likely to find yourself incarcerated than become ruler of the Underworld, child,” Scar drawled in reply. The boy was clearly out of his mind if he thought he could contend with a literal god, especially one as powerful as the lord of the dead. Even Scar wasn’t that crazy.

“Harry,” he repeated, tasting the name on his tongue. “An infant with a toy to stab people. You’re just a cub.” Scar yawned, turning away from the teenager. "How boring."

#;; thread #;; harry

qveenofthevnderworld·:

“Forgiveness is earned, not given.” Especially when coupled with arrogant mocking. She didn’t particularly like any of the company her husband kept, but Persephone more or less kept out of it. What he did with his short time of her being in the Underworld was his own issue. She was generally happy to let him plod along with his schemes if they didn’t effect her. But the Goddess of Spring had watched far to many children enter the realm in such a short period of time, each child driving a stake through her heart. “Yes, I believe there is, far to many.” she was looking at one of them. “Which direction did they go? I plan on checking on them, they are children and they just died, they must be so confused and in need of at least one friendly face.”

Hades’ bride had never been as easy to please as her husband. It seemed the god of the dead wanted something similar to Scar, at the very least - life in the world again, a chance to rule over something that wasn’t mere fire and brimstone. Scar simply wanted his rightful land back: Pride Rock would be his and those that had cast him down here would pay, lions and hyenas alike. His vengeance would be swift... But Hades was swayed by his wife, weak to the notion of love. Scar had to be careful. “Then allow me to earn it,” he replied, managing to stop his teeth from gritting. Barely. “In that direction,” he advised, gesturing idly as he stopped pacing. “Would you like me to track them for you? I can’t say they seemed as perturbed as you think.”

#;; thread #;; persephone

qveenofthevnderworld·:

“Are you sure that’s the tone you’d like to take kitty cat?” Her heart ached for the children, but the villainous parents trapped in their domain were very clearly deserving of being here. “What would my husband make of your tone Scar? I was asking if you had seen any of the children around. You know, about yea height, same teenage snark you appear to carry.”

Scar rolled his eyes, although he was slightly more careful to keep his mouth shut. He hadn’t survived on Pride Rock for so many years by mouthing off to the wrong people. With a sweeping, only slightly mocking bow, he replied, “Forgive me, your grace, I wasn’t aware it was you. So many blathering idiots around this hellhole, don’t you think?” He stood straight once again, eyes watching the goddess carefully. “I’ve seen but two wandering around. Why, are you intending to gather them up?”

#;; thread #;; persephone

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