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.

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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.

At first when he heard the shuffle, the gargoyle sat the bag down and got into a defensive stance, not letting his wings out of the jacket just yet. It wasn’t until then he saw a large stranger fall on the ground with heavy pieces of metal threatening to crush the unnaturally large beast. With his quick reflexes, he took off his jacket to release he wings and used then as cover as he pulled the wolf man away(he kind of heavy) from the fallen debris with the quickness even though he did get hit by a few peices.

Once they were at a safe distance not too far from the crash, the gargoyles immediately placed his jacket back on and looked at the stranger with caution. “That was quiet a fall you took. Are you alright?”

It had all been too fast for him to comprehend at at once. The next thing the wolf knew was that he was on the ground a small distance away from the now toppled pile of broken hunks of metal. “I, uh…” He shook his head to regain his bearings and got to his feet, dusting off his own leather jacket. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks a lot for the save, man. Without you I’d be…” Once he looked up he finally found himself face-to-face with the crimson creature that he had spotted earlier.

“Whoa, uh, what in the world are you?” The wolf asked, a look of surprise adorning his face. He had never seen anything quite like them in his entire life.

It was at that moment he noticed the strangers features entirely as some sort of humanoid wolf which did, in fact, make him speechless. This city definitely has it surprises still. “I guess I can say the same for you..” He said as he took off his shades to reveal more of his eyes despite not hiding much in the first place.

“I’m a gargoyle. My name is Brooklyn. Who and what are you?” Almost instinctively, he sniffed the wolf man a bit to determine friend or foe.

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.

At first when he heard the shuffle, the gargoyle sat the bag down and got into a defensive stance, not letting his wings out of the jacket just yet. It wasn’t until then he saw a large stranger fall on the ground with heavy pieces of metal threatening to crush the unnaturally large beast. With his quick reflexes, he took off his jacket to release he wings and used then as cover as he pulled the wolf man away(he kind of heavy) from the fallen debris with the quickness even though he did get hit by a few peices.

Once they were at a safe distance not too far from the crash, the gargoyles immediately placed his jacket back on and looked at the stranger with caution. “That was quiet a fall you took. Are you alright?”

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.

That’s when the wolf heard it, ears perking up at sound of a stranger’s voice somewhere in the junkyard. Being a wolf-human hybrid he had been blessed (or cursed as some might see it) with acute hearing. Cautiously reaching for a tyre iron he had left sitting nearby, he carefully crept over the pile of junk he had scavenging and peered over the top to see a red figure amongst the piles of twisted metal and wrecked vehicles.

What the wolf man would see is a a odd looking red figure in a leather jacket and helmet because that was all he can call for his disguise just to not be called out as a freak too quickly. For all he knew, the humans would just see him as a dedicated cosplayer with long white hair if they didn’t look too hard. He didn’t notice he was being watched as he looked at his parts on the sheet he was gathering them on.

“Hm…this might be enough…” He started to gather up the sheet and head towards the direction of where the wolf was, not knowing that he was there.

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.