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Lion Guard Review -- Spoiler/Rant WarningSo my sister and I watched “The Lion Guard”, and since I can now say I have SEEN it, I feel I can talk about some points regarding it. Don’t read if you LOVE the thing and are gonna be 'offended' because someone had an opinion opposite to your own. Love it all you want, more power to you -- but don't come on here and bitch that I think this thing is a goddamn messy farce and I wish it did not exist.Lion Guard Review -- Spoiler/Rant Warning by Rinjapine
The first thing I want to talk about is about some fans’ reactions to SCAR’S Lion Guard, because it is sort of asinine how people do this:
1) Scar’s “Keenest of Sight” is shown with green eyes on the cave painting. I have seen several fanartists so far (and surely more on the way) say this just is going to be Nala’s real father. Because of the green eyes. Which many of them denied her even having (“they’re bluuuuuuuuue!”). This is pure stupid. I am sorry, it is. NOT because of the color of eyes, but because there is NO
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Lord Hilali is ruler of the Pale One Holdings, focused on expanding it outwards while inducting lyons under the teachings of Tsatsi as well as convincing them to worship them. However, sympathizers and descendents of Mobor serve as a nuisance; a threat in later years when he has his first child with his wife Hala. The Lord’s paw hesitates when it comes to violence and those he does capture he simply holds in cells, executing very few of their number. He believes strongly that his “godhood” should be about caring for his people like a benevolent god should. His sire was certainly not of that mindset and when he found out Hilali was, put the boy under his abusive paw as well, trying to replace him as heir but all he got for his trouble were daughters, deformed and sickly, if venomous like desired.
A few years after the birth of his firstborn son Dumisai, his wife falls Ill with something that quickly eats away at her. Hala’s death, when it comes, is actually a double tragedy for she was in the middle of being pregnant with their second child whom the pair planned to name Maysara. A triple tragedy if one counts the death of Hilali and Hala’s budding fondness, for their first child was conceived in duty and respect. Their second? Something between friendship and love.
The culprit is found to be a dark lyonesse, a newer companion of Hala’s shortly before the demise of her and her unborn child and -- after a brief torture session -- a sympathizer of Mobor, doing the dark emperor’s “wishes” even after his death: destroying Tsatsi’s line. Hilali has her executed and exiles every darkly colored lyon from the Black Mountains and other Pale One territories to make sure no such thing happens again. It’s a nasty blow to his gently core and for a while he spirals down a path of grief, despair, and self-blame and self-hate. One of his Personal Servants, with medical talents, called Hafsa is there to comfort her and heal his self-inflicted wounds with gentle paws and words. Lord Hilali is quick to fall for her and her for him. The fact she vaguely resembles Hala helps a great deal.
And so, as Dumisai grows into his sixth year, he often find the young lord Amali toddling after him. The new wife and child lift the spirits of the Lord and the kingdom. Even the dour Dumisai cannot help but smile at Amali’s antics. His younger brother seems to always be grinning about something and this doesn’t change much in later years. Exiling the dark pelted lyons seemed to have been the right move: there are no major incidents for a time from their corner, but there is a growing darkness and resentment in Dumisai. The young lord has always seen his father as too soft, too weak. If he had been lord, the dark pelts would’ve died, would’ve never gotten close to his mother to start. Oh, he blames them for chiefly Hala’s death, but he blames his father a healthy measure as well. His aunts harbor the same resentment of their brother Hilali that their father did and share in their nephews opinions, but these opinions conflict with the great love he has for his father as a lyon versus a ruler. Hilali is a good dad, and respectable father, a parent he loves. He’s even grown fond of Hafsa, though she will never replace his mother.
Then there is Amali, his rock. His brother, close enough that you’d have sworn the same womb and seed brought them both forth. But, Amali has differing views on the dark lyons. Some of them were bad, true, but not all of them and it was unfair to punish everyone for the offenses of a few. Hilali is partial to this view, but stands by his decision to keep the dark pelts out. However, as incidents fail to occur he grows more open minded. The innocent dark pelts seek acceptance and pay homage and honors to the holy family, and slowly but surely, Hilali reopens his borders to darker furred lyons again. There are some restrictions, but they are no longer totally unaccepted. Dumisai resents this decision and grows fearful for the safety of his family and himself. It reaches a terrifying high when he sees his little brother Amali associating an older, greyish brown lyonesse called Mshinda. She is shady and mysterious -- Dumisai immediately distrusts her -- but Amali is drawn to her mystery and she to his innocent, somewhat naive personality. Mshinda is a hard used lyonesse who’s seen and dabbled in the evils of the world and the white lyon is is like a breath of fresh air. She isn’t unaware of his brother’s distaste for her, though, and tries to stay out of his way and under his radar, all behaviours that just increase his suspicion of her. Lord Hilali feels much the same way at first, but grows to tolerate Mshinda. He even discusses lifting some of restrictions he places on the dark pelts, one of which prevented light and dark lyons from marrying. At first, he does so only for Mshinda and Amali, and is further swayed in spite of his eldest son’s protests.
In fact, Hilali is seriously considering renaming his successor. While he could wield the wind like jagged knives and Amali could summon and dismiss fire at will, Dumisai’s dominant magic is strangely absent. The only thing that keeps him from doing so is that despite his sons flaws, he is firstborn and that is his birthright. Hilali remembers his own father trying to do something similar to himself decades back and he doesn’t want to imitate that terrible lyon. To his great surprise, one of his bony and undersized sisters comes to him one day wanting to wed a dark lyon and his permission to do so. This male, called Makungu, however, is one of the very lyons he’s Hilali wants to keep away: an assassin for the late Mobor, and Hilali’s sister -- Tsoka -- is all too aware of it. She demures about, playing the part of the naive, infatuated, and clueless female, planning to kill him once he’s gotten Hilali out of the way. Hilali has never seen a threat in his bitter, runty sister, but figures he could do this one thing right by her at least. Makungu seems to make her very happy; who is he to deny her happiness? A god always tends to his people, after all…
Dumisai is, of course, against the marriage and his eyes go to Makungu now, putting Mshinda aside for the moment. That is, until he sees the two lyons talking, spies on them. He cannot hear what they’re saying, but the fact that they’re interacting unsettles him. In truth, Makungu is simply gauging Mshinda as an ally or an enemy while keeping his own skin undercover. She is disinterested in his schemes, it seems, happy with her white lyon mate. A traitor to their cause and dark coats everywhere. He will have her head along with Hilali’s, he seethes. The two never speak again, but the words they do speak to each other are enough to fuel Dumisai’s paranoid theories.
Tsoka’s wedding day draws closer but something strange happens -- she goes missing. Alarmed, Hilali orders his guards to search for her and Makungu, who is also strangely absent. However, unknown to anyone, the white lyons aren’t the only ones around able to do blood magic. Makungu can cloak himself against any backdrop and was raised with the sole purpose to live and die as a weapon. Killing Hilali is his purpose in life and as soon as guards no longer flood the mountains, he strikes from the shadows wielding a dagger, dragging it across the large white lyon’s belly and gutting him. He attempts to escape, half-heartedly, but is captured and awaits execution. No matter -- his job was done and no matter what they did to him, Hilali was gone forever. Dumisai’s tolerance for dark pelted lyons dies with his father and he orders every single one in the lands to be executed on the spot. Many a lyon die that day, lyonesse widowed, children orphaned and killed or made slaves. Amali contests the decision, expressing concern and at least asking for a reprieve for his mate, Mshinda, but Dumisai snaps at him that Mshinda was in on it the whole time, also absent when Tsoka disappeared. “Who do you think killed her, you fool?”
Of course, the new lord has no proof for his claim, but it simply fits too well. Amali denies it though and Dumisai’s patience with his little brother runs out. The two end up in a pretty nasty brawl, but Dumisai is better fighter. Amali has magic however, and in the depths of his rage at his brother essentially sentencing his wife to death for crimes he cannot prove she did, he doesn’t hesitate to use it against the Lord. It is then that Dumisai discovers his seemingly absent magic: he scours Amali of his gift. No more flames comes from his younger brother’s bloody paws. Amali flees and Dumisai let’s him go, absolving his marriage to Mshinda with just a few words, just incase she did survive, and orders her to brought in for torture and execution if she was found. That wretch wasn’t about to get away with turning his own brother on him -- absolutely not.
While Dumisai goes on to marry a cousin of his from one of his father’s sisters long dead from illness, Amali is relegated to a Territory Overseer. His powers return to him, but just a mere fraction of what they once were, Dumisai visits him every blue moon, but the younger lyon is dead inside. No longer does he smile or speak even and he avoids looking Dumisai in the eyes. This goes on few a few years until, en route to the Territory under Amali’s control, Dumisai and his escort part are stopped by a familiar looking dark, hard used lyon. The Lord immediately recognizes her as Mshinda, his ex sister-in-law, and sets his guards upon her. Then he sees what hangs in her jaws and calls them away. Is it a babe.
A pale, greyish-brown little girl. The purple eyes in her dark face speaks of her parentage loud and clear.
Dumisai doesn’t allow himself to believe it at first, sneering, asking if she’s come to turn herself in, but Mshinda simply explains that her hide is just as sought after outside their borders than within. Mobor’s Shadows thirst for her blood and the blood of her child as badly as he does. “But, I was hoping you were a better, more civil animal than those brutes,” She narrows her eyes, “And that you wouldn’t kill your own niece.” The Lord is still suspicious, but the more he looks at the girl the more he can see Amali in her. He especially cannot look away from her eyes. How many white lyons, let alone normal lyons, had eyes such a shade?
The Lord growls to himself for a moment, but takes the child and promises her sanctuary, that she will be given to and raised by her father. To Mshinda, however, he isn’t so kind. His law about dark pelts still stands and he still intends to kill her. He promises it will be quick and painless. Dumisai delivers the pale grey cub to his brother, as promised and upon hearing it is his and that Mshinda was briefly here just to drop her off, a few sparks of life return to Amali’s eyes. “ She is a disgusting Mobor-blood, but not as disgusting as they usually come. She decided your child would be spared her evil. For that, I let her leave without incident.” A lie, but he didn’t want his brother at his throat again.