Let The Games........Begin

Strange, perhaps, to have gone from leaving her birth pride to look for adventure straight into seeking to join another. Though - from the whispers of rumor that had moved along the grasses of the Savannah, Pride rock was the place to be to find just that. Adventure and excitement. Demeters onyx form whispered through the drying savannah grasses, her trail a deliberate one - after all, she'd come here with the intention of being discovered, why hide? Cerulean eyes cast about as she rubbed her muscular should against a rock that sported the scent of some male or another - a calling card if you will.

"Come Find me" it said.. though Demeter had no intentions of allowing the owner of that scent a chance to hunt her down - she intended to go straight to him. Ahead, rising into the distance was a large rock formation - the home to the lions living amongst these grasses. Was it stupid to trespass upon their borders? Perhaps.. but with the size of the lands, even if she did roar a request for a meeting - it would take far too long for someone to arrive.. and she easily grew bored with simply.. sitting around.

With an idle twitch of her twin tails, Demeter stepped ever closer to the rock formation, casting about for any sounds coming forth.. any warning that another may be approaching. It wasn't until she was probably one hundred yards away from the thing before the shadow-lioness took a moment to stop.. Her muzzle opening and voice rolling forth. She still had no intentions of waiting, but felt it.. polite to at the VERY least warn those on the rock they had a visitor. That being done, the lioness continued her trek, parting the grasses and moving towards Pride Rock - hoping to find a rather easy way up the slopes.

It had been an unremarkable day at Pride Rock that morning. The sun blazed overhead, and the heat had drained at least one of the Pridelanders of their energy. Most of the lionesses were out, members of a constantly failing hunting party, and Scar was relieved to have some peace and quiet for once. The complaints of the lionesses annoyed him, though none were so bold as to say it to his face, he knew they were talking about him. They were always gossiping about him, he assumed, it wasn't all a figment of his imagination. And so that day, left alone to his devices, the dark king lounged lazily on a perch on Pride Rock. It was a favorite spot of the lionesses normally, but Scar's presence seemed to leave the majority of the females uneasy, and so none dared to rest there this afternoon.

Not far from Pride Rock, Scar's sharp eyes spied a shadowy figure, and for a brief second, anxiety swelled within the king. A black form, a stain against the dried golden grass, moved ever closer. He had never before seen a black lion. White, yes, though it was very rare. But this was something entirely different, and eyes narrowed as Scar tried to deduce the situation. A mirage, perhaps? But the figure was fast approaching, and dared to utter a call to announce her arrival. A demon?

Needless to say, the king was not accustomed to receiving visitors. If the rumors about Scar didn't dissuade them from coming, the hyenas usually scared them off. His lip curled back in distaste as he jumped down from rock to rock, down to meet the newcomer. As he approached, the strangeness of her appearance only seemed to unsettle him further, and he stopped a fair distance from Demeter. "Who are you? You're trespassing in my kingdom, are you aware of this?" He was not afraid of the black lioness, but his expression betrayed his surprise as he inspected her further. Her tail twisted like two snakes, leaving him to wonder if this was some joke, or an illusion. Maybe he had finally gone mad. He half expected the creature to disappear into thin air rather than respond. It was a wonder she had made it to Pride Rock without being stopped by one of Scar's scouts, or his mangy hyenas. Someone had failed, and Scar was clearly not thrilled to deal with it himself.