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.

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.

“Survival man am I right?” Brooklyn said, finishing up his handful while grabbing a few more bread rolls.

After a few moments of silence, the large gargoyle let out a few burps and patted his stomach with a chuckle. He ate a lot more on the way here so that it would explain why he felt so satisfied right now. Sure there was fresh food at the castle, but he loved going to this one place for immediate thrown out baked goods.

“That’s right, Brook. Gotta eat somehow.” Chip replied in a jovial tone before digging into another one of the pastries. Shortly after he heard Broadway’s satisfied burping, which caused him to laugh again. “Real set of manners on that one.” He uttered to the crimson gargoyle, though he was simply having a joke.

Brooklyn indeed got the joke and nodded with a small snicker. “Yeah he’s like that a lot and we’re use to it. It’s mainly when we’re around our human friend, he uses his manners.”

Broadway nodded to this as he heard scratching on the door with a familiar whine and growl. “Look who found us.” The blush gargoyle said as he went towards the garage door to lift it up that revealed their more pet like companion Bronxs who indeed was happy to see then by tacking broadway, licking him on the face.

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.

“I take it you went to that food place again, huh, Broadway?” Brooklyn asked when the bag was handed to him after Broadway had a mouth full of food and in his arms. All he could do was nod and keep eating.

The red gargoyle took a handful of what was in there and started to eat as well, handing the large sac to Lex who too his share and handed it lastly to Chip which was abound halfway gone, bit still a lot left inside. “Humans sure do throw alot of good food away like this. Wonder why?” Lexington asked, slowly eating his breadth savor the flavor and enjoy it while they still had it here.

“You’re telling me. I can’t stand it when people let good food go to waste.” Chip shrugged as he took the bag and dug through it. “Then again if they didn’t then I wouldn’t get to eat.” He grabbed a handful of the bread rolls and pastries and set the bag down before digging in. Chip was used to the food he ate not being all that fresh, so that didn’t detract from enjoying the baked goods.

“Survival man I right?” Brooklyn said, finishing up his handful while grabbing a few more bread rolls.

After a few moments of silence, the large gargoyle let out a few burps and patted his stomach with a chuckle. He ate a lot more on the way here so tha tf would explain why he felt so satisfied right now. Sure there was fresh food at the castle, but he loved going to this one place for immediate thrown out baked goods.

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.

“I take it you went to that food place again, huh, Broadway?” Brooklyn asked when the bag was handed to him after Broadway had a mouth full of food and in his arms. All he could do was nod and keep eating.

The red gargoyle took a handful of what was in there and started to eat as well, handing the large sac to Lex who too his share and handed it lastly to Chip which was abound halfway gone, bit still a lot left inside. “Humans sure do throw alot of good food away like this. Wonder why?” Lexington asked, slowly eating his breadth savor the flavor and enjoy it while they still had it here.

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 crimson gargoyle nodded and patted the bike. “I can vouch for him and say that he really knows his wag around bikes, Lex. You should give it a go with him.”

Lex then came to the most recently made bike Brooklyn was sporting and checked the details of thst one. Yup, the parts weren’t entirely consistent with one snother, but we’re fixed together well enough for this bike to function properly. “I’ll think about it when we have time to do it. Thanks for the offer, Chip.” Said Lexington. It seemed he was actually warming up to the wolf man despite the past experience.

Not long after, Broadway came with a sack full of bread like items that pastries, small cakes and just regular old bread. These items were only slightly stale since they have been recently thrown 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.

Chip took off right after Brooklyn, breathing a sigh of relief as the sirens steadily grew farther and farther away. Once they were at the safe haven of the empty warehouse, the wolf pulled his motorcycle in alongside his companion. “Pretty close, but I’ve had even closer shaves.” Chip remarked as he shut off his bike’s ignition.

“I won’t doubt you on that, Chip.” Brooklyn chuckled the patted the wolf man on the shoulder. Broadways stomach growled and left with the promise of bringing back food. Once he left it was just the three of the now and to fill in the awkward silence the green gargoyle was eyeing the others bike. “May I look at your bike? Brooklyn told me it has wings and a very powerful engine.”

The smaller gargoyle’s curiosity intrigued the wolf, who flashed a smirk of pride. “Interested in my bike huh? Sure, feel free to take a gander.” He motioned for Lex to get a closer look. “And I wouldn’t really call them wings, but…” Before Lex could get closer, Chip pulled the small lever near the front of the motorcycle and activated the glider mechanism. Out furled the impressive, large purple sail. “…You’re not far off.”

His eyes were lite with intrigue as he studied the sail and gliders, lightly touching them so they would not make a scratch, looking at every singly detail on this miter vehicle. “I have got to make this someday…” A huge grin grew on his face as he thought of the possibilities on what he can do with a new bike.

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 off right after Brooklyn, breathing a sigh of relief as the sirens steadily grew farther and farther away. Once they were at the safe haven of the empty warehouse, the wolf pulled his motorcycle in alongside his companion. “Pretty close, but I’ve had even closer shaves.” Chip remarked as he shut off his bike’s ignition.

“I won’t doubt you on that, Chip.” Brooklyn chuckled the patted the wolf man on the shoulder. Broadways stomach growled and left with the promise of bringing back food. Once he left it was just the three of the now and to fill in the awkward silence the green gargoyle was eyeing the others bike. “May I look at your bike? Brooklyn told me it has wings and a very powerful engine.”

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.

All three of them nodded and started to climb the walls to get to higher ground and fly away. At least, that’s what Broadway and Lexington were goimg to do. Brooklyn needed to get to their bikes a few blocks back or so. The gargoyles had a quick exchange on where would they meet before they departed as the red gargoyle motioned the wolf man to follow as the sirens started to make noise in the distance.

Knowing just what to do, Chip hurried off after Brooklyn through the streets and alleys, keeping to the shadows. Before long they arrived in the alley they started at, and thankfully there stood his bike hidden beneath the tarp just as he had left it. He pulled the tarp off and stuffed it into his saddlebag before climbing onto his trusty ride.

Brooklyn got onto his, turned on the engine and drove off, just seconds before the police would turn the corner in seeing one of the thugs attempt to crawl out of the alleyway all weak like. Brooklyn would lead Chip a few miles or so away from the break in scene to an abandoned warehouse in which the other two gargoyles were waiting.

“Man, that was close wasn’t it?” Said the blue ish gargoyle, looking back to make sure no one spotted them once Brooklyn pulled inside.

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.

All three of them nodded and started to climb the walls to get to higher ground and fly away. At least, that’s what Broadway and Lexington were goimg to do. Brooklyn needed to get to their bikes a few blocks back or so. The gargoyles had a quick exchange on where would they meet before they departed as the red gargoyle motioned the wolf man to follow as the sirens started to make noise in the distance.

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 shook his hand firmly with Broadway, the large gargoyle’s claw dwarfing his own by a surprising amount. “What can I say? Brook’s the only gargoyle I’ve seen so he’s all I had to gauge by.” Chip gave a shrug before releasing his grip. It was then that Lex joined the scene. He turned his attention to the third gargoyle, noting his greenish-toned skin and diminutive stature. The wolf carefully got down on one knee and grinned optimistically in Let’s direction. “And you’re Lexington eh? Impressed you managed to build a bike from scratch too. Wish I could’ve seen it for myself.”

The green gargoyle started at the wolf for a few seconds before responding, his eyes giving life when refrenced that he built the bike from scratch. Even a smile grew on his face. “Well yeah. It took awhile to find the parts since it was my first time, but I managed. Thank you.” Maybe this stranger wasn’t that to Lexington, but there was still going to be that sense of wary. With that said, he turned the red gargoyle.

“The humans are alright in there. A little bruised when I released them, but they called the police so we should move right about now.”