This is an image of Ryker as a cub and his 'father' Scar.
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It was a dry sunny day, like most days of the savannah.
It was about noon and the morning hunt was once again unsuccessful.
Scar now had to hunt for himself, for he knew he would starve with no food - it's been a couple days since he's had a decent meal.
But little did he know, his adopted son, Ryker, decided to follow him.
''Hey Dad.. Where you going?'' called the smart-mouthed cub.
Scar stopped mid-stepped and a chill ran down his spine - THAT BRAT - thought the king. But he cleared his throat and turned to his son confidently , ''Shouldn't you be home with your mother?''
Ryker snorted and walked closer to his dad and said with an evil smirk, ''And miss out on a chance to see the master hunt? I doubt that!''
Ryker was only a cub, but he knew.. He knew his father was a terrible hunter. He was weak - he knew it. He wreaked of weakness, but he just wanted the humor of watching his father fail.
Scar knew this cub was smart - and he both loved it and hated it. He growled a bit under his breath and rolled his eyes. The cub was an evil-mastermind.
Ryker snickered and then added impatiently, ''Well? Shall we get this show on the road?''.
Scar growled a bit more angrily, and his eyes burned a warning into Rykers.
Ryker rolled his eyes and snorted out annoyed, he just huffed and did as told - returning back to Zira.
Little did Scar know, Ryker would soon become the greatest hunter and strength holder the Pridelands had ever seen.. Scar was a very happy father.
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Yeah, idk.
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