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.

chip-of-ror:

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.

“Heh, sounds good to me. Come this way.” Chip was smiling broadly as he got up for the second time and led him into the the other room where he had converted into a bedroom. Much like the living room it wasn’t pretty, but it was the best he had. In one corner there were several old mattresses piled on one another which was where the wolf slept. In another one several large cardboard boxes filled with clothes were stacked on top of each other.

He looked around the room, seeing the display of matresses and clothes sticking out of the boxes. Like the living room, he didn’t mind seeing how out of shape it is since the ither had to survive now that he was a mutant. “So which one of these do we start out with first?”