Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

At first when he heard the shuffle, the gargoyle sat the bag down and got into a defensive stance, not letting his wings out of the jacket just yet. It wasn’t until then he saw a large stranger fall on the ground with heavy pieces of metal threatening to crush the unnaturally large beast. With his quick reflexes, he took off his jacket to release he wings and used then as cover as he pulled the wolf man away(he kind of heavy) from the fallen debris with the quickness even though he did get hit by a few peices.

Once they were at a safe distance not too far from the crash, the gargoyles immediately placed his jacket back on and looked at the stranger with caution. “That was quiet a fall you took. Are you alright?”