Not a Happy Camper

[Liliana Matthias]

Sabrina didn't like Scotland. Not one bit and there was no one in the entire world that could ever convince her that coming on this trip was a good idea. Sabrina had been dragged here by her dance class that wanted to tour Scotland and everything, she shouldn't have gone too because an entire month here had pretty much been hell and a half for her. Luckily that was all coming to an end soon and within the next couple of days she would be going home and hopefully never returning too. Sabrina missed New York City more than any person could probably admit themselves with it's constant traffic problem, strange odor, and the not so friendly people living there. But to Sabrina the city was home. The city itself, personally she hated her family and the location she was living at because the richer part of the city was dank enough to depress anyone with a brain that lives there. But that's what the bedroom window was made for. Escaping when the parentals so she wouldn't have to face a confrontation. She was old enough to make her own decisions in life and everything but when it came to her future they refuse to let her move our or do anything exciting until she agreed to get a job in the same field that her father had. For now Sabrina was continuing to deny anything having to do with being a suit that worked themselves to death. She had her dancing and her city so she was fine for now. When the magic of those two wore off she would search for another hobby to keep her afloat. Preferably some hot biker guy with an attitude to match her that would take her anywhere she wanted, not here though. Sabrina still hated Scotland. But she would run away with this guy and they would go hide somewhere in the city maybe? Ah who was she kidding, she was never going to get away. This would be the furthest she ever was from her parents. Even now they persisted her life with phone calls and texts asking if she was okay and if she missed them. The familiar ringtone of Sabrina's iPhone sounded from her pocket and the blonde groaned inwardly as she reached down to take a hold of it. Ten bucks says it was her mother checking on in her. Couldn't the women take a hint? Her precious daughter would be home in two damn days. Couldn't she wait a day or two before driving her children nuts with her constant worrying and calling?

Checking the calller ID of the phone Sabrina rolled her darkened eyes and put her phone back into her pocket. Lame. Right now Sabrina was going for a walk anyways, one she intended to go on alone. The other dancers from her class were either going out shopping or out to dinner. But Sabrina craved a walk on solitude. She was nearing the woods right now too which thanks tot he mountains and grassy terrain was turning out to be more of a workout then she imagined it to be. The inside of the forest was dark and harsh looking. Sabrina thought it looked like a pretty good place for psycho killers to live. Maybe she would get lucky and someone would murder her so she didn't have to spend another two or three days in yucky ol Scotland. Stepping upon a large rock, Sabrina's heels didn't handle the slippery toughness of the rock. By the moment her other foot reached the top of the rock, the boots couldn't handle how slipper it was and Sabrina's petite body fell off the body of the boulder. On her tumble down her head smacked onto the rock and Sabrina's milky hands went to nurse the place it had hit. It wasn't barely a fall at all but Sabrina managed to hurt herself. How awesome was she? "Sh*t!" Her voice held a sliver of pain within it. She was in pain and she probably looked like an idiot. Trying to climb rocks in a pair of heels. When the rustle of pine needles, sticks, and dried leaves reached her ears, Sabrina turned her head and searched for the sound of the noise. Whatever made it was rather large and breathed heavily. "Whoever's out there, either kill me now or get lost before my heel meets your face."

 

[Gregory White]

'Whatever it was' let out a low, rumbling growl that left hair standing on end. It was more cat-like than any wolf or bear could ever be, which probably made it more confusing for the person encroaching on his territory. For this was Greg's territory, and the last thing he wanted was some peacock-brained poacher sneaking in to steal any of his deer or even try to catch the the legendary white lion of The Forest of Ae. The lion's nose twitched like a rabbit as it buried itself further into the ferny undergrowth. Despite having been in his animagus form for well over two years now, Gregory forgot many things when stalking: for example, his tail. From the misty low-lying plant life, all that could be seen was a waving tuft of white and a wet, pink nozzle. A very large wet nozzle. It continued to twitch, taking in the human's floral and rather pleasant scent. Definitely female. he decided. Best to just give her a scare.

Without warning, a two-hundred pound mass of teeth and claws burst out and scattered many a terrified sparrow, landing heavily on the shoulders of the woman and dragging her to the ground with pure weight. "Grouw-wow-wowl." said the lion convincingly. Uh oh. The phrase 'look before you leap' seemed appropriate to bestow in this circumstance. The woman didn't look like a hunter, or even a farmer. She was even wearing heels, he noticed belatedly. A small lump was blossoming under her perfect hair, giving way to the assumption that Greg was the one who'd knocked her head against the rock. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! chanted the lion inwardly. When a fierce and angry lion was sitting on top of you, the last thing you'd want was for it to start licking you like a piece of meat, but it seemed like the friendliest thing to at the time: and so he did. Gregory nuzzled the woman's cheek with the pink, wet nose and dragged himself off sheepishly, backing away and flattening himself on the ground apologetically. Just for good measure, he buried his enormous head in his paws. I'm sorry pretty muggle, please forgive me!​

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[Liliana Matthias]

Now one thing Sabrina was really sure of before she came into Scotland, was that big scary animals like Lions were not supposed to live here. They belonged in Africa with the zebra's, the hot weather, and definitely not where people went on their nature walks at! A scream of frustration and fright left her mouth when she was literally pounced on by the large animal. That was uncalled for and not to mention Sabrina was pretty sure she smelled and tasted bad anyways, how could she even be a consideration for it's dinner? And if that wasn't bad enough for someone to take pity on her, the fact that it started to nuzzle and lick her like she was a piece of meat would have really put it into perspective. This wasn't at all cool because all Sabrina wanted was a stupid walk and a stupid bit of fresh air and instead she falls off a rock, bumps her head, and gets all slobbered and nibbled up by a lion. Irony was that a Lion was once her favorite animal too. Well, when they lived in Africa and weren't trying to eat her anyways. "Yucck! Must you slobber all over me!? Your breath smells disgusting!" So far he hadn't eaten her either. Just drooled and breathed all over her which was bad enough at the moment because he needed a serious breath mint. If she survived this she was certainly going to be writing to whomever owned the local zoo around here and let them know that their lion was loose and seemingly was hungry. Or affectionate. Like a giant dog only the lion seemed to be a bit furrier and more cat-like. Then again Sabrina hardly knew w hat a cat acted like because her little brother was allergic to them. There hadn't been a cat inside the Chamberlin house for as far back as Sabrina could remember it. In fact she was probably five or six when they had Gingersnap for a pet. But unfortunately the poor cat had to be given away when Alexander could not longer breath and constantly looked like he had been crying. It was so funny and since he was just a baby then, it made her parents off the edge various times. Now Alexander was fourteen so Sabrina figured he could be gotten rid of too. If she wanted a cat there was nothing that little dweeb could do about it. But enough about the cat, because Sabrina had other problems to face. Like the lion that was on her right now. Why wasn't he eating her already and why did her head feel like it wanted to fall off right now?

Then the Lion backed off and looked like he was either cowering or apologizing. Either way he made Sabrina raise an eyebrow before she sat herself up and stared at lion. He wasn't even normally colored like a Lion was supposed to be. Should she call him Simba then? "Why kind of lion are you? I thought Lions were supposed to be brave and mean? Must be a Scotland thing then." Her shoulders gave a small shrug and she used the strength she had left to stand herself up and look around. For a moment almost being eaten by the lion made her forget where she was exactly. In fact she could see the town if she bothered to turn her head a little and looked past the furry beast that had jumped her. That was not at all pleasant. Reaching into her pockets she found a peanut butter flavored Granola bar and unwrapped it. Extending her long arm she tossed the Granola bar at the lion, hoping he would be distracted by it. "As long as you do not eat me. You can have that granola bar. It's peanut butter, yummy yummy!" Sabrina wanted to hit herself. It was a stupid lion. It couldn't understand what she was saying to it. Her heel side-stepped away and casually Sabrina tried to be an escape attempt. There was no way she was going to become Lion chow and not be able to return to her beloved city.