THE LION KING: FRIENDS IN EXILE
Simba Male Lion Alignment: Good
Nala Female Lion Alignment: Good
Zazu Male Hornbill Alignment: Good
Rafiki Male Mandrill Alignment: Good
Mufasa Male Lion Alignment: Good
Sarabi Female Lion Alignment: Good
Sarafina Female Lion Alignment: Good
Fellita (OC) Female Ostrich Alignment: Good
Woga (OC) Male Zebra Alignment: Good
Timon Male Meerkat Alignment: Good
Pumbaa Male Warthog Alignment: Good
Kiara Female Lion Alignment: Good
Kovu Male Lion Alignment: Undecided
Ed Male Hyena Alignment: Undecided
Jasiri Female Hyena Alignment: Undecided
Banzai Male Hyena Alignment: Bad
Hofu(OC) Male Jackal Alignment: Bad
Hyena Clan Mixed Hyena Alignment: Bad
Lastig (OC) Male Hornbill Alignment: Bad
Betken (OC) Female Hornbill Alignment: Bad
Zira Female Lion Alignment: Bad
Shenzi Female Hyena Alignment: Evil
Scar Male Lion Alignment: Evil
It was the dawn of a new day in the Pridelands in the Serengeti in Africa. The Pridelands had awoken to wonderful news, the lion king Mufasa and his wife Sarabi had had a son. Animals from all over the Pridelands had gathered at Pride Rock to watch the presentation of the son and heir of the king: Simba. The cub had been born the previous night and Mufasa had sent his majordomo, Zazu the hornbill, along with other winged messengers, throughout his realm.
Zazu flew over the caravans of elephants, zebras, giraffes, leopards, crocodiles, ostriches, and other animals. “They’re all here. All one schedule, except the hippos. They were too busy chatting and not listening to me and they’re going to be a few minutes late. I told them that you wouldn’t be happy.” he informed the king and queen.
Mufasa sighed. Zazu was a good majordomo, but sometimes he got caught up in the small details and cared too much. “Don’t worry about the hippos. As long as they’re here, it’s fine.”
“Where’s Rafiki? Why does he always have to be late? He’s supposed to be the one presenting Simba and he’s not even here. He’s holding up the ceremony.” Zazu grumbled.
“I’m sure he’s working on something important and will be here soon.” Queen Sarabi remarked.
Rafiki, meanwhile, was gathering a bunch of fruits. He was about to take a bite out of one when suddenly he remembered the presentation. “Now time to eat now! I’m late for the presentation!” he cried. He sprinted as quickly as his two legs could carry him and didn’t stop running until he had reached the top of Pride Rock and stood before the king and queen.
“Sorry that I am late your most esteemed Majesties.” he said, groveling before them.
“It’s ok Rafiki. You didn’t miss anything.” Mufasa said. Zazu shook his head. That mandrill seemed to be late to everything important. Why did Mufasa put up with it?
Zazu flew out past the edge of Pride Rock and hovered over the crowd. “Attention ladies and gentlemen, the presentation of Prince Simba, the future King of Pride Rock, is about to begin.” he said.
There crowd below went wild with cheering. Most of them respected Mufasa and those that disagreed with many of decisions had had enough sense to keep their mouths shut. Not that anyone hadn’t tried to rebel against Mufasa. Some jackals had tried to start a rebellion but had been unable to get the other animals to support the effort. Mufasa had banished the rebellious jackals the previous day. But today would be a happy day for him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present the new prince and the future king of Pride Rock, Simba!” Zazu said to the crowd. The crowd went wild with cheering. Rafiki came forward, holding the young lion cub.
The young cub stared at the crowd below, curious as to what was going on. Everyone there seemed to be happy about the birth of the future king, especially Mufasa and his wife Sarabi.