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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:

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.

He nodded with determination. “Done.” With that said, he climbed up the wall, jumped off and opened his wings to glide in the air thanks to wing currents. It took him a short while to get back to the castle, but he made it just in time where his rookery brothers were all ready on their perches as the sun came up to turn them to stone.

As Brooklyn vanished from sight, the wolf revved up his engine and sped off from the street into the busy city. He slid on his racing helmet, which was just enough to hide his face from passers by, and drove on towards his hideout down by the city docks. It was the only safe haven he had come daylight.

The gargoyles spent the entire day frozen in their stone slumber until the night started to come once again. All the gargoyles broke out of their slumber with a mighty roar to then quickly discuss about tonight’s plans. Brooklyn came clean about what had happened last night and the others seemed concerned that he has met a new stranger that turned out to be friendly. After much convincing, Brooklyn set out to both do his patrol and make his way over to the garage, hoping that his new companion didn’t bail out on him.

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:

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.

With the help of Chip, they both closed up the garage with the bike inside. Once done, he started to climb the wall, but he looked down. “Want to meet up again, sometime?” He didn’t want to lose touch with his new companion and he did seem trustworthy enough to keep in touch. After all, he did help him assemble the motor bike.

When the garage door was locked up Chip headed outside and got back on his bike. He looked up at Brooklyn as he scaled the wall. “Sure! How about we meet up here again tonight?” He called back up to his newfound friend. Tonight had been an utter blast and he it would be a shame if it were the only time they shared together.

He nodded with determination. “Done.” With that said, he climbed up the wall, jumped off and opened his wings to glide in the air thanks to wing currents. It took him a short while to get back to the castle, but he made it just in time where his rookery brothers were all ready on their perches as the sun came up to turn them to stone.

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:

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.

The gargoyle kept his smirk up and held the others hand in a shake. It wasn’t until then he noticed the sky turning a familiar color and the smirk turned into a look of worry. “Uh, oh. I need to head back home.”

With that said, he quickly started to roll his bike into the garage. The sun was on the verge of coming up and the gargoyles urgency was clear.

Brooklyn wasn’t the only one starting to fill with worry, he too gazed up at the sky and saw the colour fading from dark to light. “Damn, you’re right. I gotta get going too.” He told the other. Chip avoided being out during daylight when he could otherwise he’d be seen by people. Climbing off his bike, he headed into the garage to aid his friend with closing up.

With the help of Chip, they both closed up the garage with the bike inside. Once done, he started to climb the wall, but he looked down. “Want to meet up again, sometime?” He didn’t want to lose touch with his new companion and he did seem trustworthy enough to keep in touch. After all, he did help him assemble the motor bike.

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:

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.

He wasn’t upset that the race was a tie at all as he stopped his vehicle almost shortly after they both crossed the finish line. This was honestly the most fun he’s had in awhile that didn’t end in a wreck. When he stopped, the gargoyle took off his shades and looked at the other with a smirk. “Stressed out your engine too much, huh?”

Chip slammed on his brakes as soon as he passed over the line, though he ended up rolling a few extra feet thanks to the all the extra speed he had built-up. Once he came to a halt, he flipped the switch again and his engine changed back to it’s familiar throaty growl. “Looks like I used up the rest of my nitro on that race.” He sighed whilst pulling up next to the gargoyle, though still smiling. “Still, that was a hell of a great time. Thanks for the race.” Chip held out his hand to the other.

The gargoyle kept his smirk up and held the others hand in a shake. It wasn’t until then he noticed the sky turning a familiar color and the smirk turned into a look of worry. “Uh, oh. I need to head back home.”

With that said, he quickly started to roll his bike into the garage. The sun was on the verge of coming up and the gargoyles urgency was clear.

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:

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.

Brooklyn nearly shook when he heard the sound if Chip’s engine and it only made him wonder what else can that bike do. None the less, he moved slightly to the side because at that speed, he couldn’t block the other anymore at the risk of being run over. Despite this, he kept going forward to the imaginary finish line. “Just a little bit more….”

He started mentally counting. 5…4…3…2…1…

Everything was going just smoothly for Chip… then it happened. Just as he and Brooklyn were neck in neck, his engine gave a sudden sputtering sound and the blue flames from his exhaust flickered in and out. “Damn it…” Was all the wolf could say. The race came to an end as they passed over the finish line together at the same instant, side-by-side.

He wasn’t upset that the race was a tie at all as he stopped his vehicle almost shortly after they both crossed the finish line. This was honestly the most fun he’s had in awhile that didn’t end in a wreck. When he stopped, the gargoyle took off his shades and looked at the other with a smirk. “Stressed out your engine too much, huh?”

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:

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.

He had to laugh at his own bad joke just to mess with the other as the wolf man was really getting close to him. Once he made another turn, this was definitely the last straight road that they had to finish before they were at the garage again. This was it, the last lane. Would the gargoyle make it? Probably, but for all he knew, chip might have this in the bag with the bike he has. Either way, he was definitely having fun not wreaking this bike like last time. It was clear on his face that he was really having a good time.

The tyres of Chip’s bike screeched as he reeled around the corner. Brooklyn was far ahead of him, too far to catch up to before the finish line. Unless… There was only one way he would be able to finish this race how he wanted, and now was the time to do it. Turning a switch on the front of his bike, the air was suddenly filled with a booming growl as his engine ran into overdrive. Flames spouting from his exhaust changed from red to bright blue, propelling the bike at turbo speed to rapidly close the gap between him and the gargoyle.

Brooklyn nearly shook when he heard the sound if Chip’s engine and it only made him wonder what else can that bike do. None the less, he moved slightly to the side because at that speed, he couldn’t block the other anymore at the risk of being run over. Despite this, he kept going forward to the imaginary finish line. “Just a little bit more….”

He started mentally counting. 5…4…3…2…1…

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:

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.

“Oh no you dont…” He smirked and gave a look of determination as he kept driving on, now behind the wolf man, but he revs his engine more just to catch up, not following dangerously close to the wolf man as they made the next turn. It was only a matter of time before he was able to get to a little bit side to side with Chip. Just a little more so they could draw this race….

“Hey, Chip! Your tail light is out!” While that may have been a lame attempt of a distraction, the others tail was indeed out and he had a curiosity to pull on it. Then again, that would be bad sportsmanship.

Chip simply laughed, not being fooled for one minute. That was one of the oldest tricks in the book. The wolf was tempted to keep on going on ahead and leave Brooklyn in his dust, but that’d be way too easy. Not to mention boring. After all, this wasn’t about who was better anyway. Taking heed to his friend’s warning, Chip came to a sudden stop alongside the road and quickly peered around to the back of his bike, just to keep up the ruse of being fooled.

“Hey, you cheater!” Chip exclaimed with a playful smile before kicking his motorcycle into gear and speeding on to catch up to the other.

He had to laugh at his own bad joke just to mess with the other as the wolf man was really getting close to him. Once he made another turn, this was definitely the last straight road that they had to finish before they were at the garage again. This was it, the last lane. Would the gargoyle make it? Probably, but for all he knew, chip might have this in the bag with the bike he has. Either way, he was definitely having fun not wreaking this bike like last time. It was clear on his face that he was really having a good time.

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:

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.

The gargoyle made too wide of a turn that would have allowed Chip to get in front of him with ease or at least get them side too side. When he saw the others, all he could go was grin at all of this. “Having fun?!” He had to yell that out since they were driving.

Chip didn’t reply right away, no, he wanted to tease him a bit first. Keeping behind Brooklyn for a few more feet, he suddenly zipped up alongside the other with a sly smirk upon his face. “You bet I’m having fun!” He exclaimed over the roar of their engines, then blazed on ahead of the gargoyle, laughing all the while.

“Oh no you dont…” He smirked and gave a look of determination as he kept driving on, now behind the wolf man, but he reeves hos engine more just to catch up, not following dangerously close to the wolf man as they made the next turn. It was only a matter of time before he was able to get to a little bit side to side with Chip. Just a little more so they could draw this race….

“Hey, Chip! Your tail light is out!” While that may have been a lame attempt of a distraction, the others tail was indeed out and he had a curiosity to pull on it. Then again, that would be bad sportsmanship.

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:

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.

He made a quick look back to see the other hot on his tail. Oh this guy was not playing around, yeah? Well he was going to make sure that the wolf mutant couldn’t pass him. When he took the turn on the road, the gargoyle stayed in front of Chip just enough to block him from passing him on the road, but the question was, how long can he keep this tactic up?

So this was how he wanted to do this, huh? Chip simply smirked to himself, thinking it’d be fun to humour him. He continued trailing along closely behind the gargoyle, tyres screeching over the asphalt while turning around the corner.

The gargoyle made too wide of a turn that would have allowed Chip to get in front of him with ease or at least get them side too side. When he saw the others, all he could go was grin at all of this. “Having fun?!” He had to yell that out since they were driving.

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:

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.

Right when Chip said ‘Go!’ He immediately started his bike forward up the street, at first getting ahead of Chip, but knowing what the others bike had up his sleeve, this gargoyle was guessing that he was up for a future surprise. Even with this thought in mind, he mainly just wanted to have a good time with his new friend.

It was no surprise to Chip when Brooklyn zoomed on ahead instantly. Anyone would be excited to test out a new bike as sweet as that. Not a moment after Chip’s bike was blitzing on down the road after him, keeping close to the other’s tail. The wolf could never get enough of how it felt to be in control of his mean machine, the vibration of the engine between his thighs… No surprise why Brooklyn adored his bike so much as well.

He made a quick look back to see the other hot on his tail. Oh this guy was not playing around, yeah? Well he was goimg to make sure that the wolf mutant coulndt past him. When he took the turn on the road, the gargoyle stayed in front of Chip just enough to block him from passing him on the road, but the question was, how long can he keep this tactic up?