I don’t think I’ve ever seen a crossover between Jurassic Park and The Lion King done before. At least not seriously (as seriously as you can make something like that I suppose. So this idea for a scene popped into my head a while ago and after developing it, I finally wrote it and had a commission made. The art here isn’t mine, but made by the outstandingly talented Genocide Knight, who’s link I’ll add here. A few ideas presented here I also got from the head canon of Kaze-Blue involving Kula and Malka.

Link to Genocide-Knight’s page
www.deviantart.com/genocide-kn…

He has my eternal thanks for making this beautiful cover, and I hope that it enhances the story you’re about to read.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~IT IS TIME~


Nala stomped her way back across the log that just a few moments before, was where she and Simba were taking a walk through this beautiful oasis, only to argue about his return to the Pridelands. She needed time to herself to think on what to do next. This wasn’t the Simba she remembered years ago when she was a cub, the Simba who wouldn’t ever stop going on about how he was going to be king one day. All the things he’d do. Now he was a shell of that. But why?
She shook her head as she walked through the dense jungle, her stressed thoughts wandering through her head. Whatever was happening with Simba, she had to get him to confront Scar. Who else would? Malka was driven out, her closest friends like Kula and Tama were either extremely pregnant, starving, or had left to find help as well, and Sarabi was too accepting of Scar’s rule. The sand colored lioness felt ready to have another headache, and mostly because of her hunger. Maybe a drink would help cool her nerves, maybe help her to talk to Simba again later and get him out of this funk.
The crystalline water of the large pond she and Simba drank at earlier stood still as Nala walked out of the bushes towards the water’s edge. She breathed in a breath of humid air, enchanted by the amount of trees around her. Once there, the lioness peaked down at her reflection and pressed herself down on her belly, lapping up the cool waters. It brought an unfriendly reminder of her childhood. How happy she was to hang around water like this with Simba and Kula, the latter of whom had turned from their chubby, bubbly zebra eater, to being gaunt, pregnant with scar’s cubs, and depressed. Her eyes clamped shut as she lifted herself up and whispered.

“I hope I made the right choice leaving you all…”

Nala’s troubled thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of what she could describe as a loud hooting noise that a bird would make. She assumed it was such as she turned her head back. That’s when she saw the bushes where she was coming from just before move. There was something in the jungle with her. Something bigger than just some squirrel or hare. Nala adopted a perplexed look and stepped forward.

“Simba? Is that you?…”

There wasn’t an answer, but the hooting sound was heard again in front of her. This wasn’t from above like she had thought. The hooting sound was coming from directly in front of her. She furrowed her brow as her voiced called out again, trying to sound intimidating to mask her instinctive nervousness.

“Timon?? Pumbaa?? This had better not be a prank like last time with the spider. I’ll rethink not eating you, warthog.”

A moment passed without another word from the figure in the bushes. That was until Nala took another step forward. That finally roused a response from what was hiding. Something big rose up and stepped out of the bushes in front of Nala. Something she’d never seen before. It was covered in an intriguing pattern of green, bumpy scales like the tiny lizards she ate in the pridelands to keep herself and the others from starving. This lizard was not tiny however. It stood slightly taller than her and moved its long neck, head, and it’s legs like a bird would, bobbing its head and bending its neck like a crane. The head of the creature was adorned with a double pronged crest, almost resembling a crown that was reddish compared to the rest of its body. It looked at her with a pair of beady yellow eyes, which also resembled the eyes of a bird. A bird of prey to be exact.
[C]The creature approached her slowly, walking on its two bipedal legs and letting out a soft hooting cry as it made its way around her. Nala could only watch it in awe as she backed up to the edge of the clearing. She witnessed the thing bend over and lower its crested head to the water she was drinking. When she felt it safe, Nala cleared her throat.

”H-hello? Who are you? What are you?”

Once again, the creature didn’t reply, only lifting its head and bending its neck back to stare at her with a blank expression. Nala sighed, figuring that this was either a mute, or something that just simply didn’t understand how to speak. Nala turned her back to the creature and called out with her voice once more.

“Simba?? Timon?? Pumbaa?? You’ve got to come see this! I’ve found something! Or rather something found me…”

As soon as she said this, she heard the hooting again. Right behind her. Nala’s ears raised before she looked back to see the scaly creature standing in front of her, it’s yellow eyes looking into her own teal ones. It blinked once and chirped. Nala didn’t say anything else, waiting for it to make a move, almost not hearing the soft rattling down coming from it. When she did hear the rattling noise, it was far too late. A wide, bright and colorful frill spread out from the creature’s neck, shaking around and catching her attention. Nala’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped at the display before this strange animal screamed a raspy hiss at her. She took a step back from the startling sound before after another scream, a black sludge shot out from its mouth. A glob of it hit her in the face, on her nose. It smelled nasty, making her gag and stagger back. She looked back up and it screamed again. Another glob of black goo was shot at her, but Nala saw it coming and moved her head, making it hit the trunk of a tree.
This creature was no friend, Nala now knew. It stepped towards her with its pronated arms now reaching with sharp claws like her own, it’s frill deflating into its neck. Nala snarled and bared her fangs, jumping at the creature and swiping with her claws. It used its powerful legs to jump over her before Nala lunged forward to tackle it, making her miss the mark. The spitting creature unleashed its frill and hissed as Nala turned on a dime and ran over to fight more. They were in a stand off. The creature used its frighteningly bright frill too threaten another spit attack and Nala stood her ground, not backing down from this fight. Her instincts were guiding her now.
The creature made the next move, spitting another glob that Nala was quick to sidestep and launch herself at the beast, pouncing on it and sinking her claws into it as both animals landed on a deep slope. Nala gasped as she and the Spitter rolled down together in much the same fashion she and Simba did an hour before. But now she was trading claw swipes with a scaly monster that wanted her dead. Nala landed atop the creature and roared down at it. It didn’t look intimidated as its neck twisted up and its jaws snapped at Nala with needle like teeth. She moved her head back, causing her weight to shift just enough for the beast below to rise up and throw her off.
The wind was knocked out of her as she landed on her back in a bad spot. Looking forward, she saw the spitter get up and look at her, it’s yellow eyes narrowing in malice before it roared at her, flashing its frill triumphantly, then running towards Nala with its claws out. Nala got her senses back at just the right moment. As the creature was about to land atop her with its disemboweling foot claws, she lifted her back paws and pushed up with all her might, lifting the beast over her and making it slam into the tree behind her. She rolled onto her paws as it fell in her spot, landing on its side.
Nala wasted no time as she pounced again as it tried to stagger to its feet. Remembering her hunting, she pinned it down and after moving her head to dodge a few snaps of its teeth, she exploited an opened and wrapped her jaws around the base of its head where the neck net. She bit down hard and while still holding her weight over the struggling animal, she forced its head down and didn’t let go. She breathed deeply and her muscles ached fiercely as holding it down was no easy feat. However, after what felt like hours, the beast she had fought tooth and claw to survive against succumbed to her experience as a hunter, and her sharper teeth.
Once she was sure it stopped moving, Nala sat up and let out a huge few breaths as the limp animal laid motionless before her, mouth gaping and eyes wide. Nala moved her paw over and closed its eyelid, not wanting to see it staring at her again. The lioness took a moment to examine her bounty. This beast was truly like nothing she’d seen before. A perfect blend of bird and reptile, almost like they were one in the same. Her fascination ended when a deep gurgle roared from her belly. She glanced down to it and made a puzzled sound. She looked back at the dead spitter and remembered. She hasn’t eaten anything substantial in weeks, and Pumbaa was off the menu. Nala licked her lips and smiled. Maybe something nice did come from this encounter…