Sarabi woke up in the void. Which was odd, given that just a few moments ago she had been frolicking beside Mufasa in the Realm of The Past Rulers, enjoying the simple pleasure and freedom of exercising without the aches and pains that come with it. She had considered herself lucky to have been allowed there in the first place, given the dubious circumstances by which she became a queen.

Why is the One Above All suddenly taking issue with my destination in the afterlife? Sarabi wondered, and as though to answer her unspoken thoughts, two feline forms appeared. One was a lion, and the other was a leopard. Sarabi almost cried out in joy at seeing who she thought was her mate in life. "Mufasa? Good, you're here too. We… have… to…"

Sarabi lost steam as soon as she saw the blank, bloodshot eye that was characteristic of Caesar the Blood King. She bared her teeth at him, perhaps knowing full well she stood no better chance now than she did in life. Blood almost laughed, and perhaps would have if not for the leopard speaking. "The One Above All has no issue with what us mortal souls get up to. At least, for the time being."

Sarabi raised an eyebrow to that; not just because of what the leopardess said, but also because her voice was strangely familiar. What was more, Sarabi was just now noticing that this wasn't your average leopardess, as well. Her fur was a silvery-gray, and the spots on her fur were only a bit darker than the base. More than this, her piercing eyes were all too familiar, but Sarabi couldn't place it.

Not that the obnoxious, boisterous lion before her would let her think too long about it. Sarabi swore he could read minds, because he answered her question before she even formed it. "This bitch is irrelevant, beyond the fact that she pulled you out of the afterlife. Tell me, Sarabi: what's the last thing you remember before passing on to the afterlife?" Blood could barely contain his laughter as he asked her this question, not that the leopardess was exactly sympathetic to the former Queen's cause of death either.

It took a few moments, but eventually the memory did return. And the dignified Queen winced at the memory of her undignified death. "Only you and your ilk would find humor in these circumstances." Sarabi said with disgust, not wanting to give the brute in front of her the satisfaction of showing humiliation at her final moments. However, Blood's eye glowed with power, this time from mirth as opposed to unprovoked wrath. "I find humor in the fact that you died just the same way as Scar did: to those who were supposed to be beneath you." Blood laughed at that irony, as the memory forced itself to taunt her to the tune of Blood's mocking laughter. The leopardess didn't exactly help matters, either.

"For all that you claim to be better than Scar, you have done exactly as he has your entire life." It was as though ice-water was thrown on her as she was sleeping, for suddenly a chill was sent through Sarabi's entire being. Those words, in tandem with that voice, suddenly shook all of the familiarity and suspicions into memories long repressed and forgotten as the former Queen spoke the name of the accusatory leopardess.

"Mudai?" Sarabi had said this as though she were a cub who was caught stealing food from the others, and Mudai reveled in it almost as much as Blood would revel in bullying and taunting a creature weaker than he. In fact, at this moment, Sarabi didn't know who she should fear more between the two felid enemies staring her down as though she were their next kill. Most worryingly, she figured her soul would be rent asunder as the two fought over who'd be the one send her to oblivion.

"Calm your ass down, Queenie. Trust me, if I could kill you here I would. Right after fucking your bleeding, screaming soul first, of course…" Sarabi unsheathed her claws at this, letting loose a low growl as she did. Blood was unfazed, having seen this look on a lioness' face before. And each time he had squashed it and made her suffer for daring to give him that look. But Sarabi was always a cut above most other lionesses, at least in regards to physical bravery.

However, Blood had come to see that physical and mental bravery are too totally different, easily distinguishable attributes. And he was going to take advantage of that distinction for all it was worth.

"Besides, wouldn't want to miss the show, now would we?" Sarabi narrowed her eyes, mostly to hide the uncertainty that came with seeing Mudai smirk with confidence. "Blood, for once, I agree. Though, not for the reasons you're thinking of." She said, and now Sarabi was even more confused.

The landscape coalescing and churning around her did her no favors.