Wiping the Clock

Clopin walked through the camp, with his main goal being Pride Rock. Every once in a while, he would check to see if Copper was following, which he was. As the king walked through the various tents lining the sides, he observed each and every little thing. Tiana was taking care of her nursing and cooking for the camp, as always. But for some reason, Clopin wasn't able to find his other good friend, Aladdin. With a small sigh, he continued walking, reminiscing about their trio at the very beginning of the war.

Again, Clopin shook his head. There wasn't any time to be thinking of such sentimental thoughts. I'm becoming more like Shang... he thought disdainfully, as he and Copper approached Pride Rock. Clopin made his way up to the flat terrain on the very top of the rock. The gypsy king wondered if the other generals would just happen to be up there, and he called out for them.
"King Simba? Shang? The heroes have their first prisoner of war."

With Garnar gone with hardly an explanation, Belle turned to face the warrior beside her. Her face broke into a smile at the sight of her training partner. "Kida! Bonjour!" A glance was spared for the train again, and Belle's smile twitched slightly. "What's going on? Was there a mission?" She asked, curious.

Copper followed the gypsy king closely. The last thing he needed was to get lost in the hero camp. His mind was racing, this had sounded so EASY when he's outlined it to Meg but now that he was HERE about to face the leaders of the heroes camp he felt panic pumping through his veins with every frantic *thump* of his heart. He would almost want to go through his transformation again then face these leaders....He thought about it for a second.....maybe.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat he asked hoarsely, "Could I ask a personal favor sir? Before your fellows come? Could you......" He swallowed again, almost choking, "Could you please make sure I can tell my story? Explain everything? Can you give me your word as a warrior that you will not kill me until you have heard ALL that I have to say?"

Clopin gave the young man a hard stare, as he waited for a reply from his superiors. After what seemed like a few minutes of silent thinking, the gypsy king gave a slight nod.
"Fine. I'll grant your request. We shall listen to your entire story, and then judge based on it. But don't go along thinking that I'm a pushover, because I'm not. If you had been foolish enough to land in my Court of Miracles....you would have been gone already." Clopin said, narrowing his eyes at the prisoner.

Copper almost wilted with relief. "Thank you sir." He whispered. Then closing his eyes he steeled his nerves for what he knew was to come.

just tell your story.....EXACTLY the way it happened. Your a GOOD do-man now.

Glancing around subtly he looked for an ease escape rout.....JUST in case the talks went sour. He refused to go down with out a fight. He REFUSED to break his promise to Meg.

The cocker blushed, cheeks burning red understanding what Cash was saying. She looked away smugly, almost guiltily, as if caught with her paw in the cookie jar. She was very touched that he would think of her well being and reputation. While she of course had no intention of anything other then his company. It made her feel all the more assured that...

"Pidge, where are you?"

Lady swung around, hearing that oh so familiar call. Her muzzle turned into a thin line as so many memories flooded back. No doubt Cash could see it in her face. She quickly, reluctantly dropped his paw.

The cocker spaneil took a deep breath, and with her muzzle in a kindly smile, albet forced, she turned to face the one who was calling her.

"Oh, why hello Tramp. What can I do for you?" she said in the kindest tone she could muster

Garnar sniffs the air fallowing quietly behind Clopin and Copper "hmm so we got ourselves a prisoner" he mumbles to himself as he stops and leans against a good sized rock watching the two.

Cash chuckled lightly, though was unable to continue and say anything else due to some... distractions. Cash didn't look angry, though he didn't look quite pleased. Seemed, 'Tramp' was the one to interrupt. The named was grabbed from Lady talking, the grey mutt hadn't ever bothered to give him a name himself. Maw wrinkled slightly, before straightening out, pink scars quite visible from his time in the out lands.

Hound had stepped up to Lady's side, sitting almost behind so he could sit over her. Acting something like a shield perhaps? Despite his firm stance, it was purely instinctive. If Lady should get harmed emotionally, where would Cash be? The one strong thing here keeping him stable with her enchanting smile and charming personality, he couldn't let that be harmed.

Clopin's heightened senses were never off guard. He could feel someone watching them, and there was only one being who would do so...Garnar.
The gypsy king whirled around, with a face of rage. "Garnar..." Clopin growled slowly, glaring at the dog. "This is for the leaders of the camp only. As one of the generals of this encampment, I command you to leave. And under the threat of my noose, you shall not, under any circumstance, go back to my tent. You are no longer my dog. Therefore, you shall not stay in my tent." Clopin said, slipping the rope out. The end had already been fashioned into a loop, and he held it out to the golden dog.
"Leave."

Garnar crouches arching his head looking up at the man "b-but clopin I just came here to get answers...who did you capture on your mission?" garnar says now avoiding eye contact with the man. "I also just wanted to welcome you back" his voice cracks

"That is to be discussed by the leaders of this camp, and those who came with me on the mission to Notre Dame. Now get out of my sight." Clopin growled. Even though Garnar had once been his dog, enough was enough. He was through with it all.

Garnar takes a step back "c-clopin why are you still mad at me? It's a new day can't we start over?" he whines still crouching for clopin was the only man he would cower in front of.

"Absolutely not! I have more important matters to attend to, to assure that this army doesn't end up DYING! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Clopin shouted, his face showing fiery rage. He hated having to scare the prisoner by yelling at his former pet, but it had to be done.
"Go now! And if you dare hang around to try and eavesdrop, like you always do, I will hang you! Is that understood?" he growled.

Garnar cowers and whimpers in fear to scared to move from his former master's outburst much like when he was just a puppy "why-why are you abandoning me clopin?" his brown eyes in so much pain "do you not love me?"

(OOC: Alright, this seriously has to stop at some point. XD We can't spam the pages with this.)
The gypsy king sighed deeply, dragging his gloved fingers down his face. Wouldn't the dog ever leave?
"No, Garnar. I despise you. Never, ever ask me such a question. Now, leave." Clopin said, his tone becoming dark, as he stepped towards the golden dog, stretching the noose taut between his hands.