Sarabi smiled as she looked out over the Pridelands' resurgent beauty. It had been but a few moons ago that there nothing but death and destruction here, but now the lands were bustling with life again. Of course, new life for the herds meant more meals for the pride, and it was a situation they took advantage of, often stuffing themselves to the point of bursting simply for the sensation of being full, and the former queen was no exception.
And nor was food the only improvement, for with the hyenas gone, the lionesses were able to relax once again, and it was a situation they took full advantage of, though none more so than Sarabi, a situation arising less from Sarabi's inability, or the laziness inherent in all positions of power, than from Simba's fear of losing his mother. After hearing of Scar's bad treatment of the pride, and especially his former brother's mate, Simba took every advantage to spoil his mother, giving her a good share at every meal, and preventing her from joining the hunt more than ocassionally, under the pretence of 'instruction and guidance'.
Of course, an excess of food and a lack of exercise were having an effect, and Sarabi's once lithe figure had expanded considerably, not with muscle, her own having actually decreased from lack of use, but with pure fat. These days she didn't go out on hunts at all, excess fat and lack of muscles tired her too quickly to be useful, so she just sat around, giving Simba and help and support he needed.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.14 seconds at 10:02pm on Dec 22, 2024 via server WEBX1.