Scar: One of the last surviving villains of the magic kingdom, Scar had managed to flee the Pride Lands during the initial outbreak. Before the outbreak, Scar had killed his brother, Mufasa and had ruled the Pride Lands for a few years. As the years passed, the lush grasslands slowly began to wither and die.
Even the vast number of animals began to dwindle as the years passed. At first, some of the pride members believed the drought to be caused by the great kings of the past and how they were displeased with Scar being king, completely unaware that it was only the warning signs of something much, much worse that was on its way.
But it wouldn’t be until the young king, Simba, had returned to challenge scar that the infection would finally hit the Pride Land’s. As Simba made his way towards Scar, a deep growl rumbled in his throat as he gave his uncle the option to step down or fight. But Scar, being the clever and sly lion, he was, began to taunt Simba with his past and what happened to his father all those years ago.
With all eyes on him, Simba confessed to the pride that he was responsible for Mufasa’s death, not knowing that it was truly his own uncle who was responsible. Soon, Simba found himself being backed towards the ledge of Pride Rock by his uncle and his hyena hordes. Then suddenly a loud and chaotic roar of frenzy erupted from behind the hyena’s, A small handful of lionesses had begun to viciously maul and eat a multitude of lionesses and hyena’s alike.
It was at this point that all hell had officially broken loose. Some lionesses and hyenas stood to protect Scar and Simba, while others fled for their very lives. It was a bloodbath, lionesses and hyenas being ripped apart and coming back to live as ravenous mindless monsters. Using his wits, Scar pushed his nephew into the horde and made his escape, running as fast as he can and not once looking back behind him, he knew he was not capable of fighting off the massive hordes on his own.
Farther and farther he ran, out of the Pride Lands and into the desert, only when he was completely alone did he stop. He found a cave where he could rest and a small oasis where he could quench his thirst. He had no idea what happened back there at Pride Rock, but quite frankly, he didn’t care, just as long Simba was dead he was content and for the next few years, Scar would wander the Undead Kingdome, fighting off the undead as they crossed his path while also search for the last great well of magic in hopes of reclaiming his throne as well as his youth.
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