HOME | DD

Description
This should be a quick fill in while I recuperate from a bad sunburn. BTW, explain how I can put SPF 100 on FOUR TIMES and still get a blasted sunburn??
_________________________________________________________

"Nala! How could you? How could you betray me with Scar??" The female started to stand, then thought better of it eyeing the newborn cub in her paws. She -the Queen- was excruciatingly tired and not willing to put up with Simba's crap. "I didn't Simba! He was your Uncle! You've got his blood, his genes. If this child holds Scar's coating, should it matter? He is our son, not a bastard one. He is my Alastair, my future defender for this land. HIS land, by birth. My Alastair--"

"STOP CALLING HIM THAT!!" Simba roared, sticking his nose to her face. "I refuse to call him anything, including son. That...thing... you bred from an evil one has no place in my heart. I advise you get rid of him by the time I return or I will do it for you."
As he turned to leave, Rafiki put a hand on the king and spoke softly. "His name is not to be Alastair, but Naba, for his heart shall be good and his love for others religious in it's ways. From Mufasa's Spirit it is spoken, and it will be so for evermore."

Simba snarled and turned to leave, his pads almost thundering on the rock.
***
It was night when Simba came back. He sighed, staring at his mate and cub. "Nala. Wake up." Simba nudged her hard and she jerked up, ready to fight and kill to protect her son. "I'll give you one chance, Simba. Go now." Simba shook his head. "Nala, I still... can't see myself in the cub, but I will try. I ask forgiveness."

She was silent, staring at the cub who was still asleep despite their angry words. "Alright."

Description
This should be a quick fill in while I recuperate from a bad sunburn. BTW, explain how I can put SPF 100 on FOUR TIMES and still get a blasted sunburn??
_________________________________________________________

"Nala! How could you? How could you betray me with Scar??" The female started to stand, then thought better of it eyeing the newborn cub in her paws. She -the Queen- was excruciatingly tired and not willing to put up with Simba's crap. "I didn't Simba! He was your Uncle! You've got his blood, his genes. If this child holds Scar's coating, should it matter? He is our son, not a bastard one. He is my Alastair, my future defender for this land. HIS land, by birth. My Alastair--"

"STOP CALLING HIM THAT!!" Simba roared, sticking his nose to her face. "I refuse to call him anything, including son. That...thing... you bred from an evil one has no place in my heart. I advise you get rid of him by the time I return or I will do it for you."
As he turned to leave, Rafiki put a hand on the king and spoke softly. "His name is not to be Alastair, but Naba, for his heart shall be good and his love for others religious in it's ways. From Mufasa's Spirit it is spoken, and it will be so for evermore."

Simba snarled and turned to leave, his pads almost thundering on the rock.
***
It was night when Simba came back. He sighed, staring at his mate and cub. "Nala. Wake up." Simba nudged her hard and she jerked up, ready to fight and kill to protect her son. "I'll give you one chance, Simba. Go now." Simba shook his head. "Nala, I still... can't see myself in the cub, but I will try. I ask forgiveness."

She was silent, staring at the cub who was still asleep despite their angry words. "Alright."