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.

“Yeab those leathers fit you well with beibg a biker and all. Heheh.” He looked down and touched the fabric. “Oh, this? This is the usual material of what my clan wears. At least that’s how it was 1000 years ago. I don’t know if there are any updates to the clothing for or kind or if there are any gargoyles still alive right now…”

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.

Chip’s home was full of old, worn things that had obviously been scavenged from the garbage. The couch was quite old and torn in a few places, and across from it he had a TV with scratches on the screen. “Don’t mind the state of things, it’s tough trying to fend for yourself and trying to lead a halfway normal life.” Chip gave a sigh and sat down next to Brooklyn on the couch. Giving his friend a look, he couldn’t help but notice the gargoyle’s now bare chest through his open jacket. “Someone feeling comfy.” He smirked.

“I dont care how this place looks and it makes semse in your current position.” He chuckled at them comment and stretched his wings a bit. “When you have your wings packed within this jacket, it’ll feel like one of the best things in the world when your able to just let them out.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“Don’t stop yet. We’ll rest when we know we’ve lost them for good. C’mon.” Chip led the gargoyle through the winding city blocks until they came upon an empty dockyard by the bay. Slowing down, he made his way to a large rolling door leading into an abandoned warehouse. “Hurry, get you and your bike inside.” Chip instructed Brooklyn and lifted open the door for him.

The sound ofbthe sirens faded, but he knee they woulndt give up just yet on finding them. When the other told him to put the bike inside the warehouse, he immediately followed that command and went inside. “Good location you got here, Chip. Not many would bother to look over here unless they were desperate to find someone.”

Once Brooklyn was inside Chip wheeled his own bike in and shut the door behind them. “Yeah, I haven’t been found yet so it does the job.” He replied with a smile and led the gargoyle towards the office area at the side of the building. Turning on the light switch, the lights in the office flickered on to reveal that the space had been turned into a living room of sorts.

“If you wanna take a seat you can over there.” said Chip, pointing to a rather old, beaten-up couch in the corner.

“Thanks, Chip.” He didn’t mind the couch being beaten up since this was Chip’s place and the current condition of the other made sense that he would live in s place like this. As he sat down, he opened up his jacket just to let his wings finally open up to breath while not hitting anything. Right now he would only be wearing the belt buckle loincloth and the jacket. His helmet and glasses were on the bike. “That’s better.”

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.

“Don’t stop yet. We’ll rest when we know we’ve lost them for good. C’mon.” Chip led the gargoyle through the winding city blocks until they came upon an empty dockyard by the bay. Slowing down, he made his way to a large rolling door leading into an abandoned warehouse. “Hurry, get you and your bike inside.” Chip instructed Brooklyn and lifted open the door for him.

The sound ofbthe sirens faded, but he knee they woulndt give up just yet on finding them. When the other told him to put the bike inside the warehouse, he immediately followed that command and went inside. “Good location you got here, Chip. Not many would bother to look over here unless they were desperate to find someone.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“Damn it.” Chip frowned when he caught sight of the familiar flashing siren. “Can’t these guys stay off my ass for one night?“ He turned to the other and instructed him to take a nearby left and speed as quickly as he could. This time they were gonna escape on just their wheels. No fancy flying needed.

The gargoyle followed the others lead and sped off with him, nearly losing the cop car behind them. It was still following them, but they were pretty far behind to see their next move. “Where to next, Chip? We can’t shake them forever.”

Chip was trying to think where they could go so they wouldn’t be found. “I know. Let’s hide out at my place for a while. Follow me!“ Chip kicked his motorcycle into high hear and tore off down the street, hoping to leave the cops in their dust.

Didn’t need to tell him twice. The gargoyle kicked his bike into high gear as well and sped off behind chip, the cop car getting small and smaller away. Thankfully they did escape when they did bevause more cop cars just showed up. “Whew. I think we lost them.”

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.

“Damn it.” Chip frowned when he caught sight of the familiar flashing siren. “Can’t these guys stay off my ass for one night?“ He turned to the other and instructed him to take a nearby left and speed as quickly as he could. This time they were gonna escape on just their wheels. No fancy flying needed.

The gargoyle followed the others lead and sped off with him, nearly losing the cop car behind them. It was still following them, but they were pretty far behind to see their next move. “Where to next, Chip? We can’t shake them forever.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

Chip watched as the youngster dashed off, thankfully he didn’t seem like he was hurt. “Poor kid. I’ll never understand why some folks think it’s right to terrorise innocent people…” He gave a small sigh and turned back to face his friend. “Looks like our work here is done. Wanna hit the road again?“

“Sometimes there is a reason for everything, but something like this is uncalled for.” At hearing in getting back on the road, he smirked and went for his bike to then start up the engine. “Definitely, man.”

Chip followed suit, heading on over to his bike and igniting it once more. “Let’s hit it!” He cheered before riling up his engine and speeding off down the road.

Brooklyn sped off as well next to the wolf man, loving the wind in his face as they drove down the streets of NYC, being pretty mindful of the pedestrians after what happened last night. It wasn’t until then they were being tailed by a cop car. “Here we go again, Chip.”

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.

Chip watched as the youngster dashed off, thankfully he didn’t seem like he was hurt. “Poor kid. I’ll never understand why some folks think it’s right to terrorise innocent people…” He gave a small sigh and turned back to face his friend. “Looks like our work here is done. Wanna hit the road again?“

“Sometimes there is a reason for everything, but something like this is uncalled for.” At hearing in getting back on the road, he smirked and went for his bike to then start up the engine. “Definitely, man.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“Looks like you guys made the wrong call.” Saud by one of the thugs who came at Chip with the switchblade as another went to try and throw deep punches at him. While that happened, two of the men came to tackle the gargoyle only to have then get smacked by his thick red tail and thrown at the 5th gang member.

The man with the switchblade made a swipe at Chip, but he was halted dead in his tracks when the wolf swiftly caught him by the wrist. “Bad idea.” He warned the man before lifting him off the ground with one hand and swinging him like a ragdoll into the other gangster trying to throw a punch his way.

5 of the 6 gang members were down now and had minor scratches. While they didn’t want to show it on their faces, they were looking pretty damn scared at the two strangers now. The one holding the young teen dropped him and tried to keep up a tough facade. “Alright man well leave. This pipsqueak isn’t even worth out time. Let’s go guys.”

The thugs gladly left, giving the two ‘this ain’t over’ looks and left the scene. The young human looked up at the two with a shocked face, but he didn’t look too afraid.

“Next time we’ll rip your throats out!” Chip shouted to the frightened thugs as they fled into the night. Once they had cleared off, he turned his attention to the youth still sprawled out on the ground. “Hey, little man. You alright?“ he asked calmly whilst kneeling down, trying not to scare or intimidate him.

The boy was slightly shaken as the gargoyle brought out his large hands to help the other up to which the boy cautiously took. “I,I…I n,need to h,head home now…th,thank you…” With that he left the scene, running back to where he lived.

“That’s a rare one. He didn’t scream at us.” Brooklyn commented on, looking at the wolf man. He usually gets a scared scream at folks he saves and this was honestly a refreshing moment.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“Looks like you guys made the wrong call.” Saud by one of the thugs who came at Chip with the switchblade as another went to try and throw deep punches at him. While that happened, two of the men came to tackle the gargoyle only to have then get smacked by his thick red tail and thrown at the 5th gang member.

The man with the switchblade made a swipe at Chip, but he was halted dead in his tracks when the wolf swiftly caught him by the wrist. “Bad idea.” He warned the man before lifting him off the ground with one hand and swinging him like a ragdoll into the other gangster trying to throw a punch his way.

5 of the 6 gang members were down now and had minor scratches. While they didn’t want to show it on their faces, they were looking pretty damn scared at the two strangers now. The one holding the young teen dropped him and tried to keep up a tough facade. “Alright man well leave. This pipsqueak isn’t even worth out time. Let’s go guys.”

The thugs gladly left, giving the two ‘this ain’t over’ looks and left the scene. The young human looked up at the two with a shocked face, but he didn’t look too afraid.