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1st Roar [Action/Video]

[The last thing Simba had known, he was in the desert, newly exiled from the Pridelands. He had wandered for what felt like forever before passing out from sheer exhaustion and dehydration. Now, he was slumped on the rooftop of Luceti's schoolhouse, snoozing away with his journal acting as a pillow. Eventually the cub began to stir, and as he did so, leaned to far to the side.

He was suddenly wide awake as the little lion began to tumble and roll down the side of the roof. Desperately trying to stop himself, Simba's claws scratched and scrabbled for purchase, taking some shingles with him as he went. The inevitable occured and he went sailing off the edge, with his claws finally hooking in, causing Simba to dangle several feet above the ground. His journal had fallen as well, hitting the ground in such a way that it came open and triggered the video feed.

Those watching the journals will have a ground view of the cub as he dangles from the school's roof.

Eyes wide in terror, Simba tries to get himself back up before he falls, but to no avail. Quickly his mind goes back to a recent incident where he clung to the spindly remains of a tree while wildebeest thundered past him. Tears spring to his eyes, for he knows his dad won't be there to rescue him this time. So he does the only thing he can think to do, and screams.]

HEEEEEEEELP!

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[As he's rocked, Simba starts to calm down as his breathing slows. He notices the wounds he inflicted and flinches a bit apologetically.]

Sorry.

[But then notices them start to heal themselves. He blinks and stares.]

It's okay. You just startled me, that's all.

[Tsuzuki quite honestly doesn't understand what he's looking at, until he follows his line of vision. But he still doesn't see what Simba sees.]

...And I can probably get a new shirt, too.

[Simba just keeps staring as the wounds close up.]

How are you doing that?

[And this time Tsuzuki finally gets it. He stares at his own wounds. Oh shit. The gig is up. He hates when that happens.]

That's uh-- It's perfectly normal, I promise! My body just reacts really fast to everything.

[Okay that's just weird, but then... this guy is weird to begin with. And he's tired of being held, so Simba squirms a bit.]

Can you put me down?

Yeah. Sorry.

[And he's put down on the ground just like that. Belatedly, Tsuzuki dries the blood of his shoulder so that it won't look so obvious.]

Do you have a name, little guy?

Simba.

[...]

Who are you? What are you? Where am I?

[So many questions.]

[He crouches down so Simba won't feel intimidated.]

You're new, huh? I'm Tsuzuki. You've landed in Luceti. It's a town it's almost impossible to leave.

Where did you come from?

[Simba listens, but doesn't seem terribly bothered by this information. But then he just had to ask where he's from, didn't he? His ears fold back and he looks away.]

Nowhere important.

....It's okay.

[Poor little guy. Perhaps it's not the right thing to do, but he can't watch the little cub look depressed and not reach out to stroke his head.]

There's a lot of people here that come from nowhere important. We stick together.

[He's not use to being petted, and Simba ducks his head a bit, but doesn't pull away completely. His ears do tilt up again though at Tsuzuki's words.]

Really?

[It doesn't discourage him. Tsuzuki would have pulled away if he'd been in the same situation, even if he'd wanted comfort. That's why he continues to pet him, ever so lightly.]

Of course. Being on your own is the worst feeling in the world. And we're all on our own here, one way or another.

[Simba looks down again mournfully. Yeah, being alone really sucks. He... he doesn't want to be alone... but.]

It's better that way anyway. I can't go back, even if I wanted to.

[He feels your pain, Simba. :|]

Don't say that! We might find some way to get you home eventually.

....Why do you think it's better to stay here?

[The memories all come rushing back at once, and Simba starts to hyperventilate just a little bit. The wildebeest, his dad, uncle Scar... the hyenas. If you ever come back we'll kill ya!]

I-I just can't! I... did something terrible.

[It's strange how guilt can sometimes bind people together. Tsuzuki recalls a similar panic, in a rush of unpleasant memories, and that's why he wants to help Simba somehow. He knows that it's an unbearable feeling.]

Hey.

[He makes comforting shushing sounds, concerned about how close Simba came to hyperventilating.]

Whatever happened, I'm sure it's not your fault.

He starts to calm down, up until that last sentence. It's then that he pulls away, looking upset and anguished all the more.]

It -is- my fault! It's all my fault!

[With a choked sob, Simba turns and runs away.]

Oh no! Wait up, you'll get lost!

[Although adult lions easily can outrun a man, Tsuzuki currently have the longest legs of the two. He runs after the cub, too worried to consider that he might want privacy.]

[Simba just kept running. He didn't really wanted to be followed, but he could only run for so long. So he just tried to ignore Tsuzuki. Eventually he stopped, panting heavily, and plopped down on his butt again in misery.]

[Tsuzuki never stopped tailing him, because he knows that when exhaustion hits it feels the darkest. At least when you run you can feel like you're leaving your problems behind.]

[He's a little out of breath himself, when he finally sits down next to the miserable cub. Simba might not know it, but he's very close to getting a hug.]

You have to be careful. There's a giant wolf in these woods.

[Simba doesn't react to Tsuzuki's presence until the guy actually speaks up again. He just continues to stare at the ground.]

Who cares, I probably should have gotten eaten anyway.

That's not true. You seem like a good cub to me. [He ruffles the fur on Simba's head, an old, playful sign of affection that Tsuzuki ends up bestowing on anyone he feels needs a hug.]

Come on, kid. I know where you can get something to eat and a place to sleep.

[He didn't really want to get eaten, or die in any shape or form... but. Simba groans in annoyance as his hair is ruffled. It's not unlike what his dad or uncle Scar use to do. Which would serve to plunge him further into depression if Tsuzuki hadn't changed the subject.]

You do?

Yeah.

[All teenagers hate the hair ruffle. That's why it's so effective.]

But it's in the human village. Are you brave enough to go in there?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

[He's insulted you would ask! Plus he doesn't really know anything about humans anyway.]

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