The Lion's Cub (2/?)
anonymous
April 15 2010, 08:43:49 UTC
Russia was placidly surveying the room in his new shape of a huge brown bear, the biggest animal in the room, of course. He was handling it with the quiet calm of someone who did not find this a very great change, and in truth the huge strength of the bear seemed very like Russia’s human form anyway.
The two Italian brothers had turned into lean, rangy wolves, identical save for the darker coloration of Lovino. Feliciano was begging Germany to play, forequarters bowed in the universal canine sign of playfulness, his tail wagging a mile a minute. Lovino, snarling, was attempting to herd the Spanish Fighting Bull Spain had become, unafraid of the huge curving horns. Spain merely looked down and snorted his amusement, his tail flicking gently, which sent Lovino into louder snarling.
Japan and China were conferring quietly, a black-and-white panda and a red-and-straw raccoon-dog, making up the most adorable gathering in the room. This quiet was shattered when Russia walked up and sat himself beside China, admiring the smaller bear openly. The two Asians sat up, nervous.
Scotland was regarding his sulking brother with smirking superiority, the right of any older brother - though the expression, on his unicorn’s visage, was transformed into something beautiful and delicate. That rough-hewn, ruddy Scotland, with his perpetual five-o-clock shadow and built like one of his rocky mountains, had turned into an elegant, graceful unicorn - with limbs slimmer than a stag’s, a neck arched so that Arabs would weep with shame for their finest stallions, mane and tail that flowed like rivers of silk, horn and hooves that glittered like the sun on mountain tarns, all of him cast in shades of purest ivory and shining gold…..
It made England grind his teeth. And his teeth, now the fangs of a great golden lion, dark-maned and green-eyed, were quite formidable when being ground.
And then, using a sort of mental speech they seemed to share between them, France asked the room: “Wait. Has anyone seen America and Canada?”
Re: The Lion's Cub (2/?)
anonymous
April 15 2010, 11:03:33 UTC
Oh, oh! BunnybunnybunnybunnybunnybunnybunnybunnyAmerica!! That would be so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!! (Which I guess would make Canada a polar and/or kermode bear. Unless they`re going to be their national animals which would make them an eagle and a beaver. Or something else maybe. But I still think rabbit America would be the cutest. Usagi USA!!)
Though, on a side note, the panda is NOT China`s national animal; it`s a formason black bear and/or a magpie.
We keep JUST missing each other. *falls apart* I just changed France, because writing a cuddly rooster is hard, and I need him to be cuddly. For Canada.
The two Italian brothers had turned into lean, rangy wolves, identical save for the darker coloration of Lovino. Feliciano was begging Germany to play, forequarters bowed in the universal canine sign of playfulness, his tail wagging a mile a minute. Lovino, snarling, was attempting to herd the Spanish Fighting Bull Spain had become, unafraid of the huge curving horns. Spain merely looked down and snorted his amusement, his tail flicking gently, which sent Lovino into louder snarling.
Japan and China were conferring quietly, a black-and-white panda and a red-and-straw raccoon-dog, making up the most adorable gathering in the room. This quiet was shattered when Russia walked up and sat himself beside China, admiring the smaller bear openly. The two Asians sat up, nervous.
Scotland was regarding his sulking brother with smirking superiority, the right of any older brother - though the expression, on his unicorn’s visage, was transformed into something beautiful and delicate. That rough-hewn, ruddy Scotland, with his perpetual five-o-clock shadow and built like one of his rocky mountains, had turned into an elegant, graceful unicorn - with limbs slimmer than a stag’s, a neck arched so that Arabs would weep with shame for their finest stallions, mane and tail that flowed like rivers of silk, horn and hooves that glittered like the sun on mountain tarns, all of him cast in shades of purest ivory and shining gold…..
It made England grind his teeth. And his teeth, now the fangs of a great golden lion, dark-maned and green-eyed, were quite formidable when being ground.
And then, using a sort of mental speech they seemed to share between them, France asked the room: “Wait. Has anyone seen America and Canada?”
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Lion!Arthur is win! Can't wait for the next part.
Captcha: "downpour assured" Yes, indeed, Captcha.
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Though, on a side note, the panda is NOT China`s national animal; it`s a formason black bear and/or a magpie.
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*hopes Canada`s the same*
(I liked France as a rooster by the way.)
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My god! Even the recaptcha has suggestions.
"bisons down"
No, America was never going to be a bison.
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