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.

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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.

It was rare that Chip revealed himself to humans, but this was a special case. “Now, now. No need to cause a scene here.” The wolf man kept his distance from the gang, hands up in front of himself. Despite his outwardly gruff demeanour, Chip usually tried to avoid getting into fights when he could, instead preferring a diplomatic approach.

“Let the kid go and we’ll move on like nothing happened. If you don’t… well, let’s just say you made the wrong call. ”

Brooklyn was waiting for the opportunity to strike when needed too, but he was gonna hold back and see the gangs response. One of them pulled out a switchblade knife and pointed it towards the wolf man. “Ain’t gonna happen. It’s 6 against 2. Now leave so you don’t get involved, freaks.” The gang members started go slowly make their way towards the two.

The gargoyle looked at his friend. “Ready to take them on?”