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 came back into the living room type of area and sat on the couch, still inspecting the garment. “Hey, Chip? Did you wear this by any chance?”

Chip suddenly froze in his seat, a blush of embarrassment creeping over his face. “Uh, I-I… What makes you think that?” He stuttered, turning away a bit trying to hide his flustered expression.

“Well…” He started to smirk slightly, but tried to replace it with a serious expression to then show the other the details. “The buckle is more loose for my size and I’m noticing a few stretched areas around the front. I know I’m not that big down there so it has to be someone that was near my loincloth….”

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.

He came back into the living room type of area and sat on the couch, still inspecting the garment. “Hey, Chip? Did you wear this by any chance?”

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:

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 wheeled his own bike inside and shut the door behind him before joining Brooklyn on the couch. “Heh, we’re getting better aren’t we?” He gave a breath of relief and laid back against the seat, casting a look aside to his friend. “So, how’s that outfit of yours been holding up?”

He looked down at his outfit. “Still fits very well. The wings could take some time getting use to with all this one, but I’m loving it. Speaking of which, where’s my loincloth at?” While it wasn’t a main priority or anything, he’d just wanted to know where it was so he could retrieve kt later.

“Oh yeah, that. It should be in my room still.” Chip gestured over his shoulder towards the bedroom. When he discovered the loincloth had been left behind last night he ended up… having some fun with it on his own. “That outfit really does suit your more than that old loincloth though. How’d your brothers react when they saw you dressed like that?”

“They didn’t mind me wearing thing. I am thinking of still wearing my loincloth on the outside of my outfit. On of the ither gargoyles in my group already does that.” With that said he went up to get the loincloth and saw that it looked recently used, but not in his size kind if way.

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.

Chip wheeled his own bike inside and shut the door behind him before joining Brooklyn on the couch. “Heh, we’re getting better aren’t we?” He gave a breath of relief and laid back against the seat, casting a look aside to his friend. “So, how’s that outfit of yours been holding up?”

He looked down at his outfit. “Still fits very well. The wings could take some time getting use to with all this one, but I’m loving it. Speaking of which, where’s my loincloth at?” While it wasn’t a main priority or anything, he’d just wanted to know where it was so he could retrieve kt later.

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:

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.

“We don’t plan to treat anyone unfairly.” He smirked back and went to his bike, sitting down on the seat, revving it up once the engine was on. “Ready, Chip?”

Chip did the same and climbed onto his own ride. With the ignition on and the engine roaring, he was really to take off. “You know it, Brook.” He squeezed the accelerator and his trusty bike took off.

He took off behind if not next to him, zooming past cars that were below the speed limit, but being safe all around just so they could avoid getting caught by the cops again. While driving, there seems to be no sign of any harsh trouble so going to Chip’s place would actually feel night right now.

The ride through the streets that night went smoothly and without any worries of getting the police’s attention. In time the two reached the familiar run-down warehouse by the docks that Chip called home. Pulling into the empty alley behind it, he climbed off his bike and opened up the roller door for Brooklyn to drive inside.

The gargoyle made his way inside Chip’s home, parking his bike and resting a bit on the couch. “Whew. That was a good night, wasn’t it? We didn’t even get the attention of the cops on our tails.”

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.

“We don’t plan to treat anyone unfairly.” He smirked back and went to his bike, sitting down on the seat, revving it up once the engine was on. “Ready, Chip?”

Chip did the same and climbed onto his own ride. With the ignition on and the engine roaring, he was really to take off. “You know it, Brook.” He squeezed the accelerator and his trusty bike took off.

He took off behind if not next to him, zooming past cars that were below the speed limit, but being safe all around just so they could avoid getting caught by the cops again. While driving, there seems to be no sign of any harsh trouble so going to Chip’s place would actually feel night right now.

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.

“We don’t plan to treat anyone unfairly.” He smirked back and went to his bike, sitting down on the seat, revving it up once the engine was on. “Ready, Chip?”

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:

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 took a moment to listen outside with his heightened sense of hearing. “I don’t hear anything either so it looks like we’re all clear.” He agreed and gave his friend a nod. “What you gonna do now?”

“We could keep driving around and head back to your place.” Brooklyn said, looking to the others who didn’t mind him leaving.

“We can take it from over here you too. You guys go have fun.” Broadway said to the two men in leather.

“Maybe next time I could take another close look at you’re bike, Chip?” Lexington asked the other.

“Sure, next time I’ll let you take an in-depth look if you want.” Chip replied to Lex. He stood up from his and headed over to Broadway with his hand out to shake. “Well it’s been a real pleasure getting to meet the two of you tonight. I guess Brook and I will go back to my place and hang out a while.”

The blue gargoyle shook the others hand with a nod. “Stay out of trouble you too.” With that said, Broadway motioned Bronx to follow them out if the warehouse. Once they were left, Brooklyn turned to the wolf man with a grin.

“That went better for a first meeting than I expected.” Then again, there was goliath and Hudson to introduce Chip too, but that can be at a later time. “Ready to go?”

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.

Chip took a moment to listen outside with his heightened sense of hearing. “I don’t hear anything either so it looks like we’re all clear.” He agreed and gave his friend a nod. “What you gonna do now?”

“We could keep driving around and head back to your place.” Brooklyn said, looking to the others who didn’t mind him leaving.

“We can take it from over here you too. You guys go have fun.” Broadway said to the two men in leather.

“Maybe next time I could take another close look at you’re bike, Chip?” Lexington asked the other.

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:

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.

Now this was something different. Unlike the other three gargoyles he had met, this newcomer was more animalistic in nature. “Now who’s this?” The wolf asked Brooklyn out of curiosity, watching as Bronx showing affection to the larger gargoyle.

The more animalistic gargoyle like dog saw the other and gave a small growl at the stranger until Broadway had to reassure him. “Bronx, this is Chip. He is a friend of Brooklyns and is a good guy.”

In response to that the gargoyle like dog creature went up to chip snd was sniffing him around, getting close in his personal space just cause he wanted to know how he would react. After about a half a minute of this, he back up a few feet away from the wolf man and made a gruff sound, slightly nodding his head.

“Seems like Bronxs is okay with you right now.” Brooklyn said.

There was a strange irony to this situation. Despite being part canine himself, Chip had never been very fond of dogs getting up close and personal with him. As Bronx sniffed and smelled his scent, the wolf sat there tense. “Nice dog… gargoyle… thing.” Chip said uneasily as he was frozen in place waiting for him to stop. When Bronx finally stepped down Chip breathed a deep sigh of relief and relaxed. “Glad to know he likes me.”

Seeing Chip’s reaction towards their gargoyle dog made him chuckle simce he knew Bronx wouldn’t outright hurt the guy. At least not without permission.
The gargoyle dog made another gruff sound with a nod to the wolf man, now walking over to Lexington for pets and scratches since the green gargoyle coaked him over there.

After a few moments of silence, the red gargoyle finally spoke. “I’m not hearing the cops anymore so it must be safe out at least it seems so far.” He looked to Chip.