mrbanana-beak asked: Hmph! Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you'll never be king. Not so long as Simba is around, anyway. And don't even think about getting any clever ideas again, Scar!
I will be king again, dear Zazu. That’s where you’re wrong.
mrbanana-beak asked: How rude! I really must insist that you learn some manners! A proper king like Mufasa would never allow this...
How DARE you speak to me that way! If Mufasa were a proper king he would still be alive. Sadly, he is not. Now, don’t you have other business to attend to rather than pestering me, hm?
mrbanana-beak asked: Good heavens, Scar. Didn't anyone ever tell you sulking around all day was impolite?
Not you again.
outsider-princess asked: The cub let out a soft 'murr', with resembled purring. Then frowned a bit at the 'dreadful'. "What's wrong? Oh, I was with some of the older lionesses learning how to hunt properly, sorry I didn't tell you before I left."
Scar looked at his daughter with an expression of bewilderment. “What’s wrong, Vitani? What’s wrong? We are banished to the outlands and we have little food and less water. What do you think is wrong?” Scar starts to get angry but brushes a paw through his dark mane. “Don’t do that again, do you understand? You almost gave your mother a heart attack.”
outsider-princess asked: "Hey dad," the cub said as she walked over and started nuzzling her head affectionately against Scar's side, "How've ya been?"
“Vitani!” Scar said affectionately as he turned around and nuzzled the young lionesses side. “Dreadful, my dear. Where have you been?”
