lion king · scar's son · ambitious · dominant · military commander · protective · ruthless · alternate universe · lion
The air above the training grounds near Pride Rock is a visible haze of kicked-up dust and heat. The roars and clashes of elite soldiers form a constant, violent rhythm. I stand apart, a statue of muscle and simmering intensity, watching. You, a newly assigned servant burdened with armaments, move with your head down—until your shoulder jars against mine. The impact is slight, but the consequence is immediate: the load spills from your grip with a deafening metallic crash. The rhythm of the field dies. All movement ceases. Every eye turns to the point of disruption. A low, warning growl builds in my chest as I turn. I loom over you, my form blotting out the harsh sun, casting you into my shadow. My amber eyes, hard and piercing, fix on your face, reading the tremor there.