chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

An idea crossed Chip’s mind, who took a moment to eye up Brooklyn in his outfit. The leather jacket fit his slimmer, yet defined torso quite attractively, and the black jeans hugged his legs surprisingly despite their non-human shape and thick tail protruding out the back. The sleek modern look of the crimson gargoyle’s fashion however was thrown off by the ancient loincloth he wore over said jeans. It clashed heavily with the new-age clothing and with the pants underneath it made the loincloth look more like a skirt. “I got an idea…” Chip said, his voice trailing on with intrigue. “You’re halfway to looking pretty modern as is, how bout I give you a hand and help complete your look?”

He didnt nessecarily have a clue what Chip was thinking about with his look besides it being possibly about the point cloth. Before he would make any remark about it, he is going to wait and see what the other has to say about completing his leather bike look. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” The gargoyle said, not leaving his position on the chair in the kitchen.

With a grin upon his face Chip stood up from his seat and strode closer to Brooklyn. “You’ve seen my hair, right?” The wolf began, running his fingers through his finely-styled striped pompadour. “I was thinkin’ that bright white mane of yours is kinda wild. How bout you let me take a crack at styling?” He chuckled excitedly to himself and stepped behind the gargoyle, both hands resting on his shoulders.

Brooklyn thought about it for a while. Would it hurt to try and style his hair into something completely diffrent? Probably not and he was curious to see how well Chip could do his own hair. “Didnt know you were also a hair stylist.” He said with a smirk.

“Sure. Let’s see what you got there, wolf boy.”

Chip gave another chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. “Well I wouldn’t go callin’ myself a stylist exactly. I mean I figured how to get my hair the way I like it when I was human, and still do as a wolf-man.” He raised a hand and ran the tips of his fingers gently through his friend’s mane. The long white hairs felt soft and silky-smooth to the touch. “All I need is a mirror and I can get stylin’.”

“You like that?” He asked as the other was running his wolf fingers through his hair which the gargoyle didnt mind. In fact he liked it.

“I know a place. We can go into one of the guest rooms upstairs. They have mirrors on the dressers and whatnot.” Brooklyn said as he took the others hand to lead him the way.

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.

An idea crossed Chip’s mind, who took a moment to eye up Brooklyn in his outfit. The leather jacket fit his slimmer, yet defined torso quite attractively, and the black jeans hugged his legs surprisingly despite their non-human shape and thick tail protruding out the back. The sleek modern look of the crimson gargoyle’s fashion however was thrown off by the ancient loincloth he wore over said jeans. It clashed heavily with the new-age clothing and with the pants underneath it made the loincloth look more like a skirt. “I got an idea…” Chip said, his voice trailing on with intrigue. “You’re halfway to looking pretty modern as is, how bout I give you a hand and help complete your look?”

He didnt nessecarily have a clue what Chip was thinking about with his look besides it being possibly about the point cloth. Before he would make any remark about it, he is going to wait and see what the other has to say about completing his leather bike look. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” The gargoyle said, not leaving his position on the chair in the kitchen.

With a grin upon his face Chip stood up from his seat and strode closer to Brooklyn. “You’ve seen my hair, right?” The wolf began, running his fingers through his finely-styled striped pompadour. “I was thinkin’ that bright white mane of yours is kinda wild. How bout you let me take a crack at styling?” He chuckled excitedly to himself and stepped behind the gargoyle, both hands resting on his shoulders.

Brooklyn thought about it for a while. Would it hurt to try and style his hair into something completely diffrent? Probably not and he was curious to see how well Chip could do his own hair. “Didnt know you were also a hair stylist.” He said with a smirk.

“Sure. Let’s see what you got there, wolf boy.”

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.

An idea crossed Chip’s mind, who took a moment to eye up Brooklyn in his outfit. The leather jacket fit his slimmer, yet defined torso quite attractively, and the black jeans hugged his legs surprisingly despite their non-human shape and thick tail protruding out the back. The sleek modern look of the crimson gargoyle’s fashion however was thrown off by the ancient loincloth he wore over said jeans. It clashed heavily with the new-age clothing and with the pants underneath it made the loincloth look more like a skirt. “I got an idea…” Chip said, his voice trailing on with intrigue. “You’re halfway to looking pretty modern as is, how bout I give you a hand and help complete your look?”

He didnt nessecarily have a clue what Chip was thinking about with his look besides it being possibly about the point cloth. Before he would make any remark about it, he is going to wait and see what the other has to say about completing his leather bike look. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” The gargoyle said, not leaving his position on the chair in the kitchen.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

The stew filled Chip’s belly with a warmth and sense of relief he had long since missed. He was already several spoonfuls into his second helping when he heard Brooklyn speak up. The wolf gulped down his current mouthful and gave a sheepish laugh. “Aheh… Pardon my manners.” He said, glancing over towards Broadway, setting the bowl down on the nearby counter. “It’s just that I haven’t had a home-cooked meal this nice in a long time. For the past few months I’ve been livin’ off of canned food and whatever else I could get my hands on.”

Broadway waved his hand at the burp and laugh. Its not like he doesn’t do the same thing himself when he burps in front of people after eating some much. “Your fine, Chip. Really. I’m glad you like my food and you can have as much as you want. I can imagine it being pretty hard to live on the street more or less here from the homeless people I’ve seen.” He said as the husky gargoyle took the bowls on a serving cart and was on his way to leave the room, but before he did that, he turn his head to the wolf.

“You can come by the kitchen anytime I’m making something. I’d love to share some of my cooking with you and everyone else.” Broadway told Chip as he left the kitchen.

Broadway was right. Even though Chip wasn’t exactly homeless, it had been tough for him to get by ever since his mutation. He had been fortunate to find that small abandoned warehouse by the waterfront, and spent time making it into something halfway liveable. “Thanks a bunch, big guy. You really are too kind.” Chip said with a nod and a small, genuine smile. He went back to eating his bowl of stew, though this time a lot more slowly.

“That’s Broadway for you. Pretty much the gentlest of our clan.” Brooklyn added to what Chip said and ate the rest of his stew, giving a burp and placing the bowl down on the counter. “Really hits the spot if you ask me. Heheh.”

This gargoyle was indeed full so he sat on the nearest chair in the kitchen and watched the other eat. “So out of everything, what is your favorite part of this castle?”

It still didn’t take long for Chip to finish off his second bowl. With a satisfied sigh he set the empty bowl down and leaned back in his chair, patting his full stomach. “Sure does. Might hafta go for some more later.” Chip grinned as his purple tail gently wagged side to side. “Huh, hard question. I’ve never set foot in a place this extravagant so it’s hard to pick.” The wolf-man rubbed at his chin as he thought over their little tour so far. “Probably gotta be the tower top. Can’t beat a view like that anywhere.”

“Fair enough. Even before the renovation me and my brothers would sit up there from time to time. Makes a great look out spot for enemies.” He stretches in his chair and gave a pleasant sign. “Anything else you want to do? We have a few more hours till sunrise.”

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.

The stew filled Chip’s belly with a warmth and sense of relief he had long since missed. He was already several spoonfuls into his second helping when he heard Brooklyn speak up. The wolf gulped down his current mouthful and gave a sheepish laugh. “Aheh… Pardon my manners.” He said, glancing over towards Broadway, setting the bowl down on the nearby counter. “It’s just that I haven’t had a home-cooked meal this nice in a long time. For the past few months I’ve been livin’ off of canned food and whatever else I could get my hands on.”

Broadway waved his hand at the burp and laugh. Its not like he doesn’t do the same thing himself when he burps in front of people after eating some much. “Your fine, Chip. Really. I’m glad you like my food and you can have as much as you want. I can imagine it being pretty hard to live on the street more or less here from the homeless people I’ve seen.” He said as the husky gargoyle took the bowls on a serving cart and was on his way to leave the room, but before he did that, he turn his head to the wolf.

“You can come by the kitchen anytime I’m making something. I’d love to share some of my cooking with you and everyone else.” Broadway told Chip as he left the kitchen.

Broadway was right. Even though Chip wasn’t exactly homeless, it had been tough for him to get by ever since his mutation. He had been fortunate to find that small abandoned warehouse by the waterfront, and spent time making it into something halfway liveable. “Thanks a bunch, big guy. You really are too kind.” Chip said with a nod and a small, genuine smile. He went back to eating his bowl of stew, though this time a lot more slowly.

“That’s Broadway for you. Pretty much the gentlest of our clan.” Brooklyn added to what Chip said and ate the rest of his stew, giving a burp and placing the bowl down on the counter. “Really hits the spot if you ask me. Heheh.”

This gargoyle was indeed full so he sat on the nearest chair in the kitchen and watched the other eat. “So out of everything, what is your favorite part of this castle?”

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.

The stew filled Chip’s belly with a warmth and sense of relief he had long since missed. He was already several spoonfuls into his second helping when he heard Brooklyn speak up. The wolf gulped down his current mouthful and gave a sheepish laugh. “Aheh… Pardon my manners.” He said, glancing over towards Broadway, setting the bowl down on the nearby counter. “It’s just that I haven’t had a home-cooked meal this nice in a long time. For the past few months I’ve been livin’ off of canned food and whatever else I could get my hands on.”

Broadway waved his hand at the burp and laugh. Its not like he doesn’t do the same thing himself when he burps in front of people after eating some much. “Your fine, Chip. Really. I’m glad you like my food and you can have as much as you want. I can imagine it being pretty hard to live on the street more or less here from the homeless people I’ve seen.” He said as the husky gargoyle took the bowls on a serving cart and was on his way to leave the room, but before he did that, he turn his head to the wolf.

“You can come by the kitchen anytime I’m making something. I’d love to share some of my cooking with you and everyone else.” Broadway told Chip as he left the kitchen.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

The smell of the stewed beef grew stronger once they entered the kitchen. “Smellin’ pretty nice there, big guy.” Chip said with a delighted grin, feeling himself grow hungrier at the sight. It had been a good while since the wolf had eaten a proper hearty, meal. “How long till you think it’s gonna be ready?”

He checked the consistency of the stew and looked back up at the couple. “About a few more minutes. How about you two get some bowls so I can serve this.” Broadway smiled towards them both even though there was a slight bit chance he was hoping he could have this all to himself, but didn’t mind sharing over all. Plus this kitchen has a lot more ingredients to make other things.

There was no way Chip would turn down the chance for a warm meal. “Sure! Let’s see….“ Chip muttered to himself and glanced around the kitchen for them. He found several stacked up on a nearby shelf, which he grabbed and carried over to the countertop nearby the pot Broadway was cooking with.

“Thanks, Chip. You can have the first bowl.” Broadway said as he poured the contents of the pot into bowl and gave it to the large wolf. Brooklyn gave him a spoon as the bluish gargoyle poured the stew into the other bowls as Brooklyn took his share and started to eat.

“Man, Broadway! This tastes really Good! Only thing so can say is that it’s just a little bit salty, but other than that you did a good job.” Brooklyn complimented in between mouthfuls, making the other gargoyle in the kitchen, smile.

Chip sniffed the stew with his sensitive nose before grabbing a hearty spoonful and giving it a taste. Feeling the warm meal hitting his tastebuds he couldn’t help but give a soft growl of delight, chewing the chunks of beef and swallowing it down. “This is great stuff!” The wolf praised Broadway’s cooking. It wasn’t anything professional, but having gone so long without a home-cooked meal like this, it was a godsend. Chip enthusiastically scarfed down the rest of his bowl before asking the blue gargoyle for a second serving.

Broadway’s eyes lit up at how happy Chip looked about the meal, the gargoyle gave him another round since there was plenty to spare. Plus he had gotten the other bowls prepared before giving Chip his second helping. “Glad you liked it! Eat up as much as you like.”

Brooklyn got his second serving a little bit after the wolf got his second bowl. He nearly chuckled at seeing Chip scarf it all down with the quickness at the same level he would see Broadway kill food. “Geeze, dude. You might wanna slow down or else your gonna burn your mouth.”

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.

The smell of the stewed beef grew stronger once they entered the kitchen. “Smellin’ pretty nice there, big guy.” Chip said with a delighted grin, feeling himself grow hungrier at the sight. It had been a good while since the wolf had eaten a proper hearty, meal. “How long till you think it’s gonna be ready?”

He checked the consistency of the stew and looked back up at the couple. “About a few more minutes. How about you two get some bowls so I can serve this.” Broadway smiled towards them both even though there was a slight bit chance he was hoping he could have this all to himself, but didn’t mind sharing over all. Plus this kitchen has a lot more ingredients to make other things.

There was no way Chip would turn down the chance for a warm meal. “Sure! Let’s see….“ Chip muttered to himself and glanced around the kitchen for them. He found several stacked up on a nearby shelf, which he grabbed and carried over to the countertop nearby the pot Broadway was cooking with.

“Thanks, Chip. You can have the first bowl.” Broadway said as he poured the contents of the pot into bowl and gave it to the large wolf. Brooklyn gave him a spoon as the bluish gargoyle poured the stew into the other bowls as Brooklyn took his share and started to eat.

“Man, Broadway! This tastes really Good! Only thing so can say is that it’s just a little bit salty, but other than that you did a good job.” Brooklyn complimented in between mouthfuls, making the other gargoyle in the kitchen, smile.

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.

“Guess you can say we are traditionalist in out culture.” He said right before waving to the blueish gargoyle. “Hey, Broadway. What are you making?”

Broadway waved over, not skipping a beat from whatever he was stirring in the very large pot. “Oh, hey, guys. Almost forgot you two were here. I’m making beef stew from this recipe book I found.” With that said he pointed to the book a couple feet away from him.

The smell of the stewed beef grew stronger once they entered the kitchen. “Smellin’ pretty nice there, big guy.” Chip said with a delighted grin, feeling himself grow hungrier at the sight. It had been a good while since the wolf had eaten a proper hearty, meal. “How long till you think it’s gonna be ready?”

He checked the consistency of the stew and looked back up at the couple. “About a few more minutes. How about you two get some bowls so I can serve this.” Broadway smiled towards them both even though there was a slight bit chance he was hoping he could have this all to himself, but didn’t mind sharing over all. Plus this kitchen has a lot more ingredients to make other things.

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.

“Guess you can say we are traditionalist in out culture.” He said right before waving to the blueish gargoyle. “Hey, Broadway. What are you making?”

Broadway waved over, not skipping a beat from whatever he was stirring in the very large pot. “Oh, hey, guys. Almost forgot you two were here. I’m making beef stew from this recipe book I found.” With that said he pointed to the book a couple feet away from him.