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Little child
Be not afraid
Though thunder explodes
And lightning flash
Illuminates your tearstained face
I am here tonight

And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning

Little child
Be not afraid
The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And its candlelight beams
Still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight
(Lullaby for a stormy night- Vienna Teng)
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Azizi Scar shifted in his sleep as his old name was being called. I'm scared, Azizi One emerald green opened tiredly, searching for the owner of the voice. Azizi.... Suddenly a cold gust of wind blew into the den and with it the faintest smell of the former king mingled with rain. Scar sat up, ears perked as panic set in. He couldn't be alive, it's impossible, he double checked that Mufasa was dead.
An hour passed, yet nothing happened; No voice, no smell, no Mufasa. Scar laid his head back down, uneasy; a sense of dread filled his chest. Azizi, wake up. I'm scared!. He snapped his head back up looking around madly. It was no doubt that voice belonged to his brother, although something seemed off. Azizi! Yes, it was...higher pitched just like when he was a cub. it's raining. A sudden memory of the golden lion cuddling up to him when they were younger flashed before Scar's eyes. Mufasa was deathly afraid of the rain. Promise me you'll keep me safe. Unwittingly, an "I promise" fell from Scar's lip, as he had once done habitually. Careful not to wake his pride members, the king got up from his spot and made his way outside. The rain was falling hard, as if weeping the passing of the beloved Mufasa. Scar let the rain soak his fur, waking him up from whatever lingering sleep that clung to him. He opened his eyes and before him a cub Mufasa flickered in front of him. A sad smile formed on Scar's face, memories of the cub sniffling as lightening illuminated the den, the cub wailing until Scar...Azizi wrapped his paw around his shoulder, the cub looking at him with adoration, the cub falling asleep in his embrace. His face fell. Realization of what he had done sunk in. He murdered the one lion that looked up to him, the one lion that loved him, the one lion that never gave up on him, the one lion he had left as family. Scar collapsed, a lump formed in his throat; the reality of it all was too much. You promised...Suddenly the cub was no more, in it's stead a large bloody frame of the former king stared grudgingly with his dead eyes.You were my brother The image faded away with a crack of lightening, leaving Scar alone and all too aware of his actions.
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So the beginning of Scar's descent into madness!!! Sorry it's taken a long time to upload any art. Depression/art block/running out of meds kinda happened all at once. But anyway, my head cannon is that Scar is a few months older than Mufasa which often left the former comforting the wimpy giant baby. Also kinda a vent art, thats why the lack of details/effort.
img09.deviantart.net/3a36/i/20… is the rain texture I used

Description
Little child
Be not afraid
Though thunder explodes
And lightning flash
Illuminates your tearstained face
I am here tonight

And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning

Little child
Be not afraid
The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And its candlelight beams
Still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight
(Lullaby for a stormy night- Vienna Teng)
-------------
Azizi Scar shifted in his sleep as his old name was being called. I'm scared, Azizi One emerald green opened tiredly, searching for the owner of the voice. Azizi.... Suddenly a cold gust of wind blew into the den and with it the faintest smell of the former king mingled with rain. Scar sat up, ears perked as panic set in. He couldn't be alive, it's impossible, he double checked that Mufasa was dead.
An hour passed, yet nothing happened; No voice, no smell, no Mufasa. Scar laid his head back down, uneasy; a sense of dread filled his chest. Azizi, wake up. I'm scared!. He snapped his head back up looking around madly. It was no doubt that voice belonged to his brother, although something seemed off. Azizi! Yes, it was...higher pitched just like when he was a cub. it's raining. A sudden memory of the golden lion cuddling up to him when they were younger flashed before Scar's eyes. Mufasa was deathly afraid of the rain. Promise me you'll keep me safe. Unwittingly, an "I promise" fell from Scar's lip, as he had once done habitually. Careful not to wake his pride members, the king got up from his spot and made his way outside. The rain was falling hard, as if weeping the passing of the beloved Mufasa. Scar let the rain soak his fur, waking him up from whatever lingering sleep that clung to him. He opened his eyes and before him a cub Mufasa flickered in front of him. A sad smile formed on Scar's face, memories of the cub sniffling as lightening illuminated the den, the cub wailing until Scar...Azizi wrapped his paw around his shoulder, the cub looking at him with adoration, the cub falling asleep in his embrace. His face fell. Realization of what he had done sunk in. He murdered the one lion that looked up to him, the one lion that loved him, the one lion that never gave up on him, the one lion he had left as family. Scar collapsed, a lump formed in his throat; the reality of it all was too much. You promised...Suddenly the cub was no more, in it's stead a large bloody frame of the former king stared grudgingly with his dead eyes.You were my brother The image faded away with a crack of lightening, leaving Scar alone and all too aware of his actions.
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So the beginning of Scar's descent into madness!!! Sorry it's taken a long time to upload any art. Depression/art block/running out of meds kinda happened all at once. But anyway, my head cannon is that Scar is a few months older than Mufasa which often left the former comforting the wimpy giant baby. Also kinda a vent art, thats why the lack of details/effort.
img09.deviantart.net/3a36/i/20… is the rain texture I used