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[center][h1][color=DarkOrange]Scar Lionhart[/color] and [color=DarkOrchid]Freya Beauchamp[/color] - Present Day - The Pride Lands[/h1][/center]

With his hands placed back behind him, resting against his lower back, Scar paced on the balcony of the North Wing of his castle, a branch to the outside from the small tower in which Scar had been in previously to call upon Maleficent using the mirror. She was on her way, she said she was, but with that woman, her timing was just as unpredictable as her mood swings. It was the unknowing that set Scar on edge. The unknowing of what mood she would be in today, and how that would affect her willingness to help him by helping Odette. She was just a child, she didn't deserve any of this. If he wasn't already cursed, Scar would have even gone as far as to have the curse transferred over to himsel- no, no, perhaps not. The King of The Pride Lands would never be able to pull off a swan.

The deal had already been made; an alteration to Odette's curse for a small handful of his men as well as an extra favor for putting this off for a day. But that was a double-headed Agrabah Viper, and Maleficent had control of both of the heads. If things didn't go according to her plan... [i]exactly[/i] according to her plan, then everything that Scar had ever built in the shadow of his brother for the last thirteen years would be stripped away with a single twitch of her finger. 

[i]GODS![/i]

He hated magic...

Lifting her arm up she slipped her fingers into her long dark brown locks, pushing them back off her face as she watched on, her lips turning up in a small smirk as he continued to pace back and forth over the balcony, her dark brown orbs following each and every movement that he took, "Such a beautiful day in the Pride Lands, is it not..?" Pushing herself away from the archway she moved forward, her body crossing over the balcony and across his path and over to the stone railing, pressing her stomach against it she placed her hands gently a top of it, her gaze looking out over the Savannah type terrain lain out before her.

"It has been too long since I was last here, part of me is glad that you have summoned me, though I know that there is pressing matters that you wish to have discussed." Turning her head she looked back at him, her eyes meeting with his as she nodded her head showing him that she was ready to talk about what needed to be done. Turning her body slightly she let her hand slip down from the railing, her hand smoothing out the material of her [url=http://www.friendskorner.com/forum/photopost/data/507/88128.jpg]outfit[/url] that clung to her curves as she waited for him to speak, "Oh, and I wouldn't worry too much... As long as I get what I want, you will get everything you want..."

If it hadn't been for his years upon years of military training, Scar would have jumped at the sudden female voice heard just behind him. Instead, the King of The Pride Lands stopped his pacing, keeping his profile to the woman that he now knew was there and listened as she made her way over to the railing and made herself comfortable. His nostrils flared in annoyance, his breathing increased but he held his tongue. Had she been anyone else... [i]anyone[/i], there would have been a slightly... [i]different[/i] treatment. She seemed to be in a tolerable-enough mood, but Scar had seen the woman hold a face of normalcy before, only to unleash the dragon within just seconds later. Still, at her open invitation to proceed, Scar did just that and jumped to the point, grateful that at least he didn't have to entertain her with a spiel of bullshit first, for her just entertainment.

"You can do it then? Enchant my underground grotto to be just like the waters at Swan Lake? The moonlight is no problem, it reaches the water just fine... I just need her human... at least for a little while..."

"I can do what you ask and then some... Your precious little swan will only have to spend a couple of hours a day as the small bird, rather than the full day." Turning around completely she leant back against the railing, her hands coming together in front of her body and her eyes continuing to stay locked with his own, "The waters will be shared between the lake and the grotto, but if I also share the moons reflection from the lake, then you should get more time with your darling little Odette."

Keeping from quirking a skeptical brow, Scar instead turned his body and rested the palms of his hand on the railing of the balcony, looking over the plains that reached as far as the eye could see.

"Just make sure whatever it is you need to do, gets done... and you will have your men." He gruffed. Pausing for a moment as Scar ran though his mind on what he wanted to ask, he drummed his fingertips against the cast-iron railing, taking a moment to look at Maleficent out of the corner of his dark brown eyes. "You... sorcerers... all alike. You stick together; know each others secrets..."

Her lips parted slightly as she turned her full attention back to him, her body turning so that her hip was resting against the railing, her hands coming up to rest on top of it softly, "We don't all stick together... While we may try our best to keep tabs on one another, and some of us share things in common, we aren't the most trusting of other sorcerers... However, I make it my business to know of and keep an eye on what the others are doing and any information they are withholding from myself..."

Sighing softly as her smile slipped away from her lips, she turned to once more face the railing, her hand sliding back and forth over the railing as she looked back out over the kingdom spread out before them, "You wish to know about Rothbart... Since your delicate little girl has run off to be with you, you wish to know if he has figured out that she's in your possession. If he plans on making a move against you, am I correct..?"

Though her words were true, able to pin-point [i]exactly[/i] what his concerns were at that precise moment, instead of answering Maleficent's question, his jaw tightened a bit and refrained from looking at her even as he could feel her eyes baring down on him.

"I just need to know if he can be killed." He stated firmly, as if that were his true intent of his unsaid question lay, however the both of them knew better, although it wasn't exactly a random question either. Such knowledge on The Great Animal could definitely come in handy, as the greater goal here was to end his curse, and Odette's. But he had spent near a lifetime trying to find a way for himself, and it simply could not be done. However, there had been another option playing in the back of Scar's mind for a few years now... if The Great Animal were to fall... it was worth a shot, since he was out of ideas. And if it didn't work... well then at least he would have the satisfaction in knowing that it was he who had forced his family into his inner beast's rage.

Nodding she let her hand come to a stop on the railing, her lips pursing slightly as she thought about the man they were speaking about, "Rothbart is nothing more than a man. A scared little man who would do anything he could to keep his power and position as King... It's really rather pathetic. He's worthless, even to me Scar."

Pausing for a moment she lifted her arm up, her fingers sliding through her hair pushing it back between the two horns protruding from her temple, "He can be killed. You must run his heart through; there is no weapon that is specific, just force it all the way through... I will not stop you, even I have no use for him in this world or the next."

Satisfied with her answer, Scar nodded, though his mind was far from easy. Pitting a magic user against sheer strength was unheard of, let alone survivable. At least, if Rothbart ever did come after Odette, Scar would have some sort of advantage, The Pride Lands being his home and all.

"Come." Scar then said suddenly, pushing himself away from the balcony railing to return inside the small room that kept the mirror. "I've yet to remind you just how much you enjoy The Pride Lands, as you said. Though I know you are more than capable of picking out a few men for yourself for your army, we do things a bit differently here... of which I'm [i]sure[/i] you've heard about."

Tearing her gaze away from the land spread out in front of her, she watched him lead the way back inside, her body pushing away from the railing before she turned and followed him, her eyes flicking towards the mirror she had given him on the day they had met. Allowing them to linger there as she crossed through the room, she listened silently to what it was he had to say to her about how her men were going to be picked, her attention turning back to him as she flicked her gaze down to the ground every so often, careful to watch each step that she took, "I have indeed heard of your means of handing out promotions. I'm excited to see those methods with my own two eyes, I'm sure you'll make this quite entertaining for my little visit here today."

Scoffing somewhat to himself, sounding rather pleased, Scar otherwise remained silent as they wound their way down the spiral stone staircase and eventually reached the bottom floor that opened up to the rest of the castle. He didn't stop, however, knowing the layout of his castle like the back of his hand and headed immediately towards the opening on the South wall that would eventually lead them out to the arena.

Suddenly, the sound of sandals slapping against the stone foundation behind them carried over to their ears, followed immediately by, "Sire! Your Majesty!" Stopping, Scar turned around to face the courier, red in the face and out of breath by the time the young man reached the two of them. Fighting the urge to bend at the waist and rest his hands on his knees, the courier instead bowed his head respectively towards Scar, taking notice then that the King had company and bowed to her respectfully too. However, the very moment his eyes caught sight of the auburn horns on the top of her head, his tanned skin paled a few shades as he attempted to swallow his suddenly very dry throat from the blatant recognition of [i]who[/i] they belonged to.

"Uh... yes! Your Majesty..." The courier stuttered, eventually bringing his attention back to Scar who had since crossed his thick arms over his chest. "We uh..." The courier's eyes flashed back over to Maleficent before turning back to Scar, unsure of just how much he was allowed to say in her company. "We have another one... that makes... five... Sir..."

Quirking a brow, it was clear that Scar was completely lost as to what the boy was trying to tell him, however at the mention of 'five' his brow lowered and he nodded his head once, now understanding completely.

"You're aware of this evening's promotion ceremony?" Scar asked, and the boy nodded. "You have thirty minutes before the sun touches the horizon to get them ready. Get a third lion as well, can't have the two tired before the main event. Now GO!" Flinching, the boy quickly bowed to both Scar and Maleficent before darting back in the direction in whence he first came.

Slowing her pace to a complete stop as she heard someone calling out to Scar, she turned her body to look over the courier that came to a stop before them, her hands coming together in front of her and her eyes flicking over his figure as he bowed towards his King, the young man's body paling in terror as who she was finally dawned on him. Staying silent during their conversation, she let her eyes dart back and forth between the both of them, her curiosity and interest peaking at the mention of the promotion ceremony he was holding while she was there.

Chuckling softly as she watched the boy scurry off in fear, she shook her head for a moment before turning her attention back to Scar, her gaze and expression soft, "Five..? Interesting number; I'm sure that I will find out what it means sooner or later, however, know you have most definitely gotten my attention Scar."

Turning his head to look at Maleficent, a rather arrant smirk spread across his lips as he uncrossed his arms from his chest and then turned to resume down the path set before them that would take them outside and to the arena.

"You won't be disappointed... and definitely not now that we have a pre-game show."