Cheshire decided to make a spectacle of himself as he stretched out him limbs and back and walked a few circles before laying down on his belly, tightly tucking his limbs and tail around him as he did so. once settled, he gave a wink to the one called Ed and then grinned proudly at the leader, knowing his ease of comfort would rustle her fur more.
he let out a emphatic laugh at the question of his name. “No, it’s not Gizmo, although it does has a certain ring to it. Perhaps I shall change it” he mused, fully enjoying himself.
at the next round of the dogs’ conversations amongst each other, a face splitting grin dominated his features. “Is that what the smell is? Why thank you Ban for clearing that up. So you lot prefer to live where the stench is enough to make your eyes water? I wonder why that could be hmmm? no friends in more pleasant smelling lands? or do you enjoy your own stench?” with this last statement his eyes locked onto Shenzi’s, knowing full well his words would effect her the most. He twitched his tail in anticipation for an aggressive reaction.
Ed grinned at Chesire and nodded proudly to himself.
He inspired the animal to change his name to something he had suggested! He ought to feel proud.
Banzai stirred some dust up with his paw. So the feline was already calling him ‘Ban”. – Nope, he did not like that.
”It’s ‘Banzai’ to you”, he snarled. “It’s a nickname, only my friends’re allowed to call me by that. ‘n what’s your name if it’s not Gizmo?”
Shenzi rolled her eyes at him. She wouldn’t want to know the feline’s name, she just wanted him to leave now.
“Ohh, it’s not like we enjoy livin’ here!”, she scoled, a deep corrugation forming on the bridge of her nose. “If you want us ta live in a-a better smellin’ place, go to Pride Rock ‘n tell the damn lions that the Hyena Clan should be allowed ta move outta their Graveyard ‘n let ‘em move into a nicer, more fertile region without gettin’ killed –!”
“… Shenz’? Try ‘n calm down”, Banzai muttered, Ed nodding next to him. “He’s obviously tryin’ to provoke ya.”
“AND IT’S NOT OUR STENCH!“
Screaming out the last words, Shenzi’s thoart was hurting a little. “It’s the-the geysers, like Banzai said! They are freakin’ GREEN! I don’t expect green steam to smell good, I don’t even expect it to be healthy or somethang like that!“
She slumped down, breathing heavily with a furious expression.
Yes, she was pissed. Pissed, because on one side, Chesire was almost exhausting her, and, on the other side, because he was right. The hyenas really didn’t have friends in ‘more pleasant smelling lands’. If they had (as they were surrounded by fruitful lands) ‘friends’ or at least animals who were considerate towards them, they would be able to move out of the Graveyard.
he gave a bored look towards banzai before stretching his paw outward to lazily examine his claws while speaking. “Well i beg your pardon Banzai -he emphasized the name- but its not like any of you have taken the time to introduce yourselves. I’m no psychic you know, I won’t know any of your names unless you tell me. and before I tell you mine, it would only be fair as to enlighten me as to yours. It is 3 to 1 after all. I’m outnumbered and defenseless. so, what will it be then? Not that hard you know…” he purred tauntingly.
His eyes quickly darted toward shenzi once again as she spoke boldly. A slight chill coursed down his spine. “No, i shall not be doing that. I tend to avoid lions when possible,” he spoke with a theatrically bored yawn. Before continuing however, a smile reappeared on his face and he got to his feet, delighted in shenzi’s passion on the subject. he smelled opportunity to meddle, and he enjoyed the prospect. “But, lions are just larger versions of cats, are they not? You mean to tell me that a group of kitties has you all huddled here in this sulfuric wasteland while they sit high on a rock?” he finished with a curt laugh. “You know why cats enjoy climbing things and sitting high on our perches? because we are smart enough to know thats all it takes to make other believe we are superior. and these kitties seem to have claimed the biggest perch of all it sounds. Pride Rock? hmmm it has a ring to it. I wouldn’t blame you for being to coward to claim the perch for yourself as it seems rather intimidating.” he purred.