DON'T GIVE UP JUST YET // o; joiner

[tristitia]

SCAR

MALE — THE ASCENDANTS — OBSERVER

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]And Scar here had just gotten accepted into this little... group. The brown lion strutted to the cub. Ugh. He almost looked sickeningly like Simba, that pesky little brat. At least he didn't have to welcome the... familiar cub by himself.

He would watch the cub. The way he perked up, his grin, his... his oh great Pride Rock, was that what children called manes these days?!  He glanced over at Immortal, who didn't seem surprised. Maybe this was Simba's son. At least he actually had a start of a mane. His voice was laced with a sickly sweet tone. [b]“Yeah, The Ascendants..” he began but was soon cut off by his gaze traversing to his shoulder.

That mark.

It was the mark of the Lion Guard, prestigious protectors of the Pride Lands, lions with powerful abilities. Guardians of the Circle Of Life. He once held that position. What he felt was his got it taken away from him. His maw twitched and he grinned, answering Immortal's question proudly, a paw to his chest. [b]“HD, that is Kion. He must be Simba's son to be leader of the Lion Guard! He would likely be here on a trip... or something.”

Edit: ninja’d and on mobile sorry

#psychosocial.