Many years ago, Scar staged the murder of his brother in order to sit on the throne and become the king of the Pride Lands.

Everything seemed to be going well, right? But his "happily ever after" ended as quickly as it began. Who could have known that in just a few months all the prey in the Pride Lands would run out, and all because of those damn hyenas, who were Scar's strong army. Even the lionesses of the pride showed their indignation to Scar, which was of no interest to him. He was the king, that's what mattered...

Only then, one dark, stormy evening, Simba, his long-lost nephew, returned to the pride. Having learned the truth that it was Scar who killed Mufasa, the pride and the hyenas rebelled against him. He still remembers that night, a night filled with his screams and the pain of the hyenas' bites and betrayal.

But luckily for him, he got out of there by pretending to be dead. Now he was, far away from that past, still trying to come to his senses after all those events.

"Damn it..." He croaked in a tired,full of hatred voice, licking his wounds and bites on his body, hoping to at least slightly reduce the pain from them.