A Hyena's Tale Ch. 9

She twirled her staff as she prepared to fight the Lizard who advanced towards her. "That's far enough, Kenge!" She said defensively, "I beat you once before, I can do it again."
The monitor grinned maliciously as he approached, "Ha! That Honey Badger isn't around to save you this time, Mandrill."
As Kenge leapt towards her, something a bit bigger than him knocked him away.
And it was no Honey Badger.
This Lizard was green with a Wooden artificial tail. It was a Komodo Dragon. He stood between Kenge and Makini, defending the little Monkey, "Oy, leave the kid alone!" He growled in a thick Australian accent.
Kenge got up and growled at his attacker, "This does not concern you, Whoever you are, this is between me and the Mandrill!"
"I think it does concern me, Shorty.
Now words have a way of seething into a beings soul, and this was no exception. This specific word was one that did not sit well with Kenge, "What. Did. you. call. me?"
"Ya heard me, tiny."
Kenge glared at the dragon with flames in his eyes, and, with a loud roar, he unsheathed his claws and prepared too attack.
Without another word, the two Lizards lunged at each other, claws out and fangs showing. Kenge struck the dragon in the face. The lizards held each other in a hard ock, growling at each other in the face fiercely. The other lizard growled and headbutted his opponent in the face, only to have his claws scratch into bis side fiercely. He threw the Lizard to the ground and pulled on his arm, trying to tear it off. Just when it seemed that Kenge had the upper hand, his bigger enemy swung his wooden tail hard and swatted him into the trunk of a nearby tree.
As he got up, he shook the dust off of himself and glared at the other Lizard, "You win this round, but we aren't finished here!" With that being said, he ran off in another direction.
The Komodo grinned as he saw the coward flee and turned to the young monkey, "You alright kid?"
"I sure am," Makini nodded before turning excited, "That was amazing! The way you fought off that rotten Monitor!" She calmed down and spoke casual to her savior, "What's your name?"
"Name's Django, kid. What's yours?"
"I'm Makini."
Before Django and makini could talk more, said lizard saw a group of Hyenas racing into the Savanha. Makini watched as Django followed them, apparently going to battle the villains assaulting their land.
The little Monkey followed in secret, hoping to learn more about her new hero.
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Janja climbed up the pile of rocks that had been there for many a year. He saw the Lioness come up there with the large stick she apparently stolen from the Pridelands. He had seen that kind of stick once before. It was the stick that Rafiki always carried around.
'Why does she want that old monkey's stick?'
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone behind him. He looked back and saw, in the distance, the lion cub coming his way. He had almost forgotten Kion was on that Lioness' trail, too. Now, not being a very smart Hyena, Janja was not always the one who planned ahead, but when it was something serious, you can bet that he always knew what to do. It was either he keep going up and fight an adult Lioness, or stay and be roared at by Kion. So what does he do?
Hide behind a large rock.
He peeked out from his hiding spot as he watched Kion confront his target.
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He had just gotten to the top of the rock pile. He remembered when he climbed up it when he was lost in these lands. He could remember it was the time he met one of his closest friends.
Jasiri.
But now was not the time to preeminence, now he had an old foe to deal with.
"Zira!" He called, he could hear his voice echo through the barren wastelands, "I know you're out here, come out!"
It was quiet for a moment. Peaceful wind blowing was the only sound he could hear. The sound of his echo was completely gone. But a new sound was in its place: laughter. And this laughter was recognizable by Kion as the laugh of Zira. He watched as the Lioness appeared from the Shadows with Rafiki's staff being dropped on the ground in front of her. "Well well, what a small world." She said tauntingly, "Greetings, Kion. It has been far too long."
Kion stood defensively and glared at her, "I don't think it's been long enough, now hand over Rafiki's staff!"
Zira just stood there with that nasty grin on her face, "Oh, is that what you came out here for? It doesn't surprise me that a Lion like you would come for a job like this."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kion questioned.
"I mean someone who DOOMED the Pridelands."
This was something that tore deep into the young cub. He seemed to know what she was talking about, "What do you know, Zira? You don't know anything!"
"I know enough to assume that you are the one who brought Scar back to this world." Zira answered, "That was you was it not? Or was it some other fool Lion?"
"I am not a fool, Zira." Kion growled, keeping his temper down, "I did not bring Scar back on purpose."
"Oh, my point exactly." Zira rolled her eyes, "Just a thing that slipped past your control, am I right? All it takes is one bad experience to knock someone off the edge." She began to walk around the stick before her, "The roar is a power that can be used for many a task, but it is also known to bring chaos to the home of whoever possesses it."
"Just what are you talking about?"
"I am merely speaking the truth. You see, I have seen many Lions who don't know what to do with what is given to them, Like your worthless father. He merely ran from the Pridelands when he knew the responsibilities he needed to fulfill for his kingdom. In his time in self-imposed exile, he allowed those mangy-carion lickers to destroy the Kingdom. You see, Kion, it is merely a cycle that has been carried on to his own offspring. Like father, like son."
Remember when I said that words can hurt? They can hurt more than a punch or a bite, and sometimes, they are just so. These words, however, did something that was rather different. Words and actions against his father were not tolerated with him, so these words were not a welcomed sound to hear.
"Remember when you used the roar to destroy part of the Pridelands? That is another example."
Kion kept his anger inside but still stood firm, "I only did that when Janja and his Clan attacked my mother. I did not know how to control my anger back then, but I do now."
"And what of all the damage done? Did you ever get to cleaning all of that up?"
Kion did not answer. He didn't remember asking the guard to clean up the damage he made that day.
"Face it, Kion. The way I see it, the Pridelands are as good as destroyed already with you and your father in charge."
As of that moment, the last straw had been drawn. A rumble erupted from the clouds above the two. Kion began to breathe heavily as his head faced down. His panting did not seem to stop. He felt a certain kind of angry. He was angrier than he had every been in his whole life. How dare Zira insult him this way? She knew nothing of how he was feeling that day!
And without further ado, he let it out.
His mouth opened and out came a very Powerful roar. This roar was more Powerful than any roar he ever created. The ground cracked and shook violently.
But it did not hit its target.
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The fight raged on as the Outsiders rallied with the Monitor Lizard, Jackals and Crocodiles who had all just arrived in the Pridelands. They stood their ground against The Lion Guard and the Resistance. It seemed like the Good guys were begining to win.
And they would have, if it hadn't been for the distracting sound they heard.
A loud Roar.
The ground shook slightly and a breeze blew the bad guys a few feet away from them.
"Resistance, fall back!" Jasiri ordered her and Tombie's clan. The good Hyenas and their scaly friend rushed to the Outlands. Jasiri knew where that roar came from. She knew her friend may need her help with this Lioness who they had faced before.
Soon enough, they arrived at their territory, where they heard the roar.
But what they saw caused them to stop in their tracks.
The beautiful section of the Outlands where they lived in was nothing like how they left it. Dens were crushed by large rocks. Large cracks were opened up almost everywhere. And the watering hole that they had drank from for years was completely empty. The Hyenas were almost immediately overcome with Horror and Sorrow. They walked through the wreck that was once their home. As Jasiri looked down into the Watering hole and saw the emptiness, a thought struck her head.
"The Cubs! Where're the cubs?!"
Before she had a chance to look around, she heard something. A piece of debris began to move. What sounded like a groan could be heard from it. As it lifted up, two little figures ran from the shadows and to the paws of the Female Hyena. She knealt down and licked them both, "Wema! Tunu! Thank goodness you're both Ok!" She was overcome with a feeling a relief, "What happened?"
"Mr. Tombie saved us from the falling rocks." Tunu pointed out. As he looked at where he and his sister came from, they saw that the red Hyena slowly pulled himself out. Jasiri approached Tombie with a feeling of respect and gratitude, "Thank you, Tombie. You saved our little ones."
"It's no problem, Jasiri." Tombie nodded and looked around, "Boy, I'm sorry about your home, Jasiri. What could've happened?"
Jasiri needed a little time to think of an answer. What DID do this? Then she remembered.
"Kion..."
When She heard him roar, that must've been what did this!
Her face tightened as she marched her way up the side of the hill. 
She had a few words for a certain Lion Cub
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