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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.
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.
“Well to be honest I’m really loving this century. The only downside is that the majority of humans didn’t change their view on us…” He looked somewhat saddened when he started to remember what happened with Lex. “…but you get use to it.”
“Yeah, I guess you do.” Chip shrugged as the two of them approached the wall that he had sneaked over to enter the junkyard. “Just up and over here.” The wolf grinned and gestured to the wall. “Mind giving a guy a boost?”
He stretched his arms and smirked. “Sure thing, Chip.” The gargoyle sat the bag down and folded his hands just so the other could get the lift. He didn’t mind climbing up a walk thanks to his claws.
“Thanks pal.” Chip gave the other a nod before carefully placing his boot up in the gargoyle’s hands.he gave a small growl and hoisted himself up enough to grab onto the top of the wall.
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.
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.
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.
“Well to be honest I’m really loving this century. The only downside is that the majority of humans didn’t change their view on us…” He looked somewhat saddened when he started to remember what happened with Lex. “…but you get use to it.”
“Yeah, I guess you do.” Chip shrugged as the two of them approached the wall that he had sneaked over to enter the junkyard. “Just up and over here.” The wolf grinned and gestured to the wall. “Mind giving a guy a boost?”
He stretched his arms and smirked. “Sure thing, Chip.” The gargoyle sat the bag down and folded his hands just so the other could get the lift. He didn’t mind climbing up a walk thanks to his claws.
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.
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 paused to think about an answer to that. “From an egg.I’m from a castle in Wyvern Hill, Scotland. Me and my clan were put in a deep slumber and we’re woken up about a few months ago by a rich guy a thousand years later…” He didn’t want to mention his age just yet even though just saying this might give the other an idea.
“Man, must be rough to be so far removed from your home like that.” The wolf said, feeling sympathy for the gargoyle. Chip could relate to being displaced from the life he had before, but not quite to that extent.
“Well to be honest I’m really loving this century. The only downside is that the majority of humans didn’t change their view on us…” He looked somewhat saddened when he started to remember what happened with Lex. “…but you get use to it.”
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Brooklyn: “What Demona said sounded true at the time…"
Goliath: “Of course it did. It’s a half truth that she has thoroughly embraced, but it’s not the whole truth."
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