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.

chip-of-ror:

“On it!” He immediately took the next right up the hill with the police slowly losing their trail, but it seemed that they were not going to give up just yet. “Where to next!”

“Keep on going as fast as you can. When we reach the top of the hill I’m gonna do something!” Chip instructed further. “My bike’s got a little secret that’ll help us ditch these cops!”

“I’ll take your word on it!” He kept driving up the hill, not slowing down a bit until they finally reach the top of the hill. “What now?!”

“Better hold onto your tail!” Chip exclaimed as they carried along at top speed. At the moment they hit the top of the hill, Chip reached forward around Brooklyn and pulled on a small lever near the front of the bike. A panel on the back of the motorcycle behind Chip opened, and then with a great whooshing sound, a large sail unfurled it’s way out of it. Before the gargoyle would realise it, both them and the bike were lifted off of the ground and were now sailing majestically through the air.

Flying was not a few thing to him then again he can’t fly nut only glide on wind cycles that allows him to fly around, but a flying machine like this was a completely new thing to him. “Holy…what kind of bike is this?!” There was no fear in his voice as the police car lost their trail, growing smaller as they glided on. Oh man Lex was going to have a feild day if he find out about this!

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.

chip-of-ror:

“On it!” He immediately took the next right up the hill with the police slowly losing their trail, but it seemed that they were not going to give up just yet. “Where to next!”

“Keep on going as fast as you can. When we reach the top of the hill I’m gonna do something!” Chip instructed further. “My bike’s got a little secret that’ll help us ditch these cops!”

“I’ll take your word on it!” He kept driving up the hill, not slowing down a bit until they finally reach the top of the hill. “What 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.

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.

Luckily for the two, they were travelling so fast that anyone who saw them speed by simply thought they were two weirdos in costumes taking a ride. “I told you my bike was something special, didn’t I!” He shouted over the roar of the engine, still gripping tightly onto Brooklyn’s shoulders. He enjoyed how his fingertips brushed over the smooth surface of the gargoyle’s leather jacket.

“Heck yeah it is!” He was grinning as they got closer to the garage. For the gargoyle, he liked the feeling of riding with someone on the bike, wishing his rookery brothers could enjoy this too. It wasn’t until then red and blue lights started to follow them. “Uh oh…”

Chip looked over his shoulder once he heard the telltale blaring of a police siren come from behind. ”Not good… We gotta lose these guys fast.” He wasn’t in any mood to be caught by the authorities tonight. “I’ve got it. Take the next right and keep on going till you reach a road going up a hill. That’ll be our way out of here!”

“On it!” He immediately took the next right up the hill with the police slowly losing their trail, but it seemed that they were not going to give up just yet. “Where to next!”

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 smirked and moved to allow Brooklyn to take the seat in front of him. Ever since he had claimed the bike as his own, he had never gotten the opportunity to share it with anyone until now. He sat himself down behind the crimson gargoyle, placing his large pawn on his shoulders to stable himself. “Take us away then!”

He grinned and made a vroom vroom sound with the motorcycle. With no time to waste he immediately started the vehicle and drove out into the open street, zooming pass slow cars and pedestrians that looked at them with confusion. “This feels awesome!”

Luckily for the two, they were travelling so fast that anyone who saw them speed by simply thought they were two weirdos in costumes taking a ride. “I told you my bike was something special, didn’t I!” He shouted over the roar of the engine, still gripping tightly onto Brooklyn’s shoulders. He enjoyed how his fingertips brushed over the smooth surface of the gargoyle’s leather jacket.

“Heck yeah it is!” He was grinning as they got closer to the garage. For the gargoyle, he liked the feeling of riding with someone on the bike, wishing his rookery brothers could enjoy this too. It wasn’t until then red and blue lights started to follow them. “Uh oh…”

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.

“Be my guest. Want me to take the lead or should I let you have a go at handling this thing?” Chip offered, patting the soft leather seat invitingly.

The eagerness on his face clearly showed the gargoyle wanted to ride the bike, but what if he accidentally scratched it? Then again, he did do well with riding it the first time if it wasn’t for that bike gang and the other thing…“I’ll take the lead, chip. Thank you.” He sat down gently on the bike, wrapping his tail around himself.

Chip smirked and moved to allow Brooklyn to take the seat in front of him. Ever since he had claimed the bike as his own, he had never gotten the opportunity to share it with anyone until now. He sat himself down behind the crimson gargoyle, placing his large pawn on his shoulders to stable himself. “Take us away then!”

He grinned and made a vroom vroom sound with the motorcycle. With no time to waste he immediately started the vehicle and drove out into the open street, zooming pass slow cars and pedestrians that looked at them with confusion. “This feels awesome!”

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 to the story, taking all that information in. “They were clearly wrong. Heheh. I would have fought them off if they messed with me. Maybe not have stolen their stuff, but I’d give them a good beat down.” He smirked a bit at saying that.

“Mind if I take a ride on it sometime?” He looked up at the sky. Yup. He still had enough time to be out here.

“Be my guest. Want me to take the lead or should I let you have a go at handling this thing?” Chip offered, patting the soft leather seat invitingly.

The eagerness on his face clearly showed the gargoyle wanted to ride the bike, but what if he accidentally scratched it? Then again, he did do well with riding it the first time if it wasn’t for that bike gang and the other thing…“I’ll take the lead, chip. Thank you.” He sat down gently on the bike, wrapping his tail around himself.

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.” He wasn’t one to judge others on stealing since that happened all the time back 1000 years ago and even today. Heck. They were living in a trillionaires house. “Are they gonna try to hunt you down?”

“Oh, no need to worry about that. Maybe it’ll help if I explain how it went down.” Chip wheeled his bike out further into the open and dusted down the seat. “It happened shortly after I became what you see now. One night there were these thugs who thought it would be wise to pick a fight with what they thought was some loser freak.” Chip gave a snicker. “Bad idea. I showed them who was boss, stole their leader’s bike and his jacket too.” He indicated by tugging at the collar of the leather jacket he wore.

He nodded to the story, taking all that information in. “They were clearly wrong. Heheh. I would have fought them off if they messed with me. Maybe not have stolen their stuff, but I’d give them a good beat down.” He smirked a bit at saying that.

“Mind if I take a ride on it sometime?” He looked up at the sky. Yup. He still had enough time to be out here.

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 creature looked at the bike in pure awe to the point where he may have almost dropped his bag. “Holy…that is one amazing bike Chip…” He started inspecting the detail of it much more closely, making sure to not scratch the vehicle with his claws.

“Lex is going to love this…” He said to himself then looked back up to the wolf man. “You made this?”

“Well, not exactly…” The wolf cocked his head, glancing away for a moment. He ran his hand over one of the handles of his ride. “While I have fixed this old thing up quite a bit, the truth is… I stole it.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t one to judge others on stealing since that happened all the time back 1000 years ago and even today. Heck. They were living in a trillionaires house. “Are they gonna try to hunt you down?”

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 opened his wings from his jacket and glided gently down on the ground with his bag of supplies. Once on the ground he immediately wrapped then around the inside of his jacket so they won’t be the most distracting thing a human would see. “So where’s your ride?” He turned his head.

“Just over here. C’mon.” Chip gestured for the gargoyle to follow him into a nearby dark alleyway. Hidden in the shadows behind a dumpster stood a motorcycle, which the wolf wheeled out into the light for Brooklyn to see. Chip’s ride was a fierce one to behold, it was a beastly-looking black and silver Harley Davidson with chrome flame decals along the sides and back. “So, what do you think?” He smirked with pride.

The creature looked at the bike in pure awe to the point where he may have almost dropped his bag. “Holy…that is one amazing bike Chip…” He started inspecting the detail of it much more closely, making sure to not scratch the vehicle with his claws.

“Lex is going to love this…” He saud to himself then looked back up to the wolf man. “You made this?”

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 saw the other get to the other side of the wall. He hoisted his bag over his his own shoulders and climbed the wall with ease, digging his claws into the concrete. It didn’t take him long to reach the top and hold out his hand to hoist the other up more if he wanted it. “Don’t mention it.” He grinned.

The wolf however managed to hoist himself up to the top, swung over the wall and made for a stealthy landing on the ground. “Heh, I’m pretty good when it comes to getting my way around.” He grinned, looking up at the gargoyle still perched on the wall.

The gargoyle opened his wings from his jacket and glided gentky down on the ground with his bag of supplies. Once on the ground he immediately wrapped then around the inside of his jacket so they won’t be the most distracting thing a human would see. “So where’s your ride?” He turned his head.