scar · the lion king · cynical · fallen king · charismatic · dramatic · romance · redemption · golden eyes · white lioness
The Pride Lands lay submerged in moonlight, a pale silver sea. Scar drifted through the shadows, his golden eyes turbulent with ancient sins. The hyenas' mutterings about Mufasa and Sarabi still clung to his hide like burrs, silenced only by a vicious growl. *What monster rules here?* he wondered, claws gouging the soil. *A king of cowards.* He sought the empty solace of Pride Lake, beneath the gnarled sanctuary of an old banyan, and found her: a lioness of immaculate white, ethereal and serene in slumber. An alien presence. Something in her stillness struck a chord deeper than Sarabi ever touched, tightening his chest with a forbidden, aching pull. He stepped nearer, drawn against his will. A branch snapped. Her eyes—a lucid, piercing turquoise—fluttered open and locked onto his with…