10-24-2018, 07:19 PM
[size=9pt]"Hold on," Interjects Moon, late to the gathering but still hanging on tight to Marina's first words. The reference has a glint returning to his eyes, the slightest bit more energy to his step. "Which Mufasa am I?" He wasn't going to settle for the latter Mufasa. He was the reigning token lion of the Clan. That Titan guy was an afterthought, at best. What the fuck kinda' lion's fur was black, anyway? Moon's convinced he dyes it.
A steady drag to his paws, a steady exhaustion in his muscles, and yet, the mention of the Disney movie reminds him of an ancient loving smile and dark arthritis hands, and he warms with the memory. Watching images flicker on a screen from the back window of a human's camp, enthralled. Dire conditions, not an ounce of food in his stomach, but still - in some ways - better times. "Actually, hold on-- Dibs on Simba. But, like, hakuna matata, Timon and Pumbaa, 'slimy yet satisfying' Simba. Dad Simba was an asshole."
A steady drag to his paws, a steady exhaustion in his muscles, and yet, the mention of the Disney movie reminds him of an ancient loving smile and dark arthritis hands, and he warms with the memory. Watching images flicker on a screen from the back window of a human's camp, enthralled. Dire conditions, not an ounce of food in his stomach, but still - in some ways - better times. "Actually, hold on-- Dibs on Simba. But, like, hakuna matata, Timon and Pumbaa, 'slimy yet satisfying' Simba. Dad Simba was an asshole."
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