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 chucked. “For now people are not aware if our existence which is the only change compared to 1,000 years ago. As for this castle, you gotta hand it to the guy. He really respected the look of this place when he brought it here from all the way to europe.”

“Not sure what kind of guy would go through the effort of moving an entire castle all the way across the Atlantic. Sounds like he’s got too much time and money on his hands.” Chip placed his hand against the rough stone wall and glanced up at the ceiling. He remembered hearing about the castle’s relocation some time ago by an eccentric rich guy, though Chip didn’t know much else because he rarely paid much attention to the news.

“He wanted to lift the curse away. About a thousand years ago, a wizard cursed me and my friends into a permanent stone sleep. The only way to reverse it is if he castle rises above the clouds. Obviously that could not be done in that time period so we slept for a really long time until Xanatos came in and reserved it. Although he had his own agenda in doing so…” He looked in a different direction of the great hall room just to look at a random tapestry.

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 chucked. “For now people are not aware if our existence which is the only change compared to 1,000 years ago. As for this castle, you gotta hand it to the guy. He really respected the look of this place when he brought it here from all the way to europe.”

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.

“Defiantly.” He replied as the elevator doors opened and the crimson gargoyle walked in and waited for the other to follow. Once he got in the gargoyle would pick one of the lower floors of the actual castle. It would only take about less than a minute for them yo reach the desired floor.

“This is the dungeon. Not much to see here besides wall chains and a couple boxes of who knows what’s in there.” Brooklyn said. To him there were probably just storage items that have yet to find their place in the complex.

The doors opened to reveal the cold stone interior of the castle dungeon. Chip glanced around and took note of the scattered boxes across the floor, giving the dank, dark space more the feel of a dingy basement than a medieval dungeon. “Guess there’s not much need for a dungeon in this day and age.” The wolf joked lightly and patted Brooklyn on his shoulder.

“Heh. Yeah. Maybe for future enemies if we ought to keep them down here, but then again I found out there is jail in this city so there’s no need for this.” He pressed another button, the doors closing as they went up some more till the elevator stopped.

“Welcome to the first official floor. The Great Hall.” He stepped out of the elevator to bestow the other the very large room. “This use to be where meals and entertainment took place and now it’s more of a lobby or foyer.”

Upon reaching the first floor Chip stepped out of the elevator into the cavernous Great Hall. Turning in place he examined every inch of the spacious hall, imagining the festivities that must’ve taken place within these walls once upon a time. “Impressive, very impress.” Chip remarked, his mind still wandering over the possibilities of the past.

The room is decorated with tapestries and a glass casing where the Grimorum Arcanorum use to be. Some of the original stone work was still present yet updated to an extent just to keep the castle as stable as it could be for the modern day.

“It sure is. Back in the day I was never allowed in here due to humans not trusting us gargoyles very well at the time. Sure we still protected them and they never kicked us out, but they still were a bit cautious with us.” The red gargoyle said ad he walked around with Chip.

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.

“Defiantly.” He replied as the elevator doors opened and the crimson gargoyle walked in and waited for the other to follow. Once he got in the gargoyle would pick one of the lower floors of the actual castle. It would only take about less than a minute for them yo reach the desired floor.

“This is the dungeon. Not much to see here besides wall chains and a couple boxes of who knows what’s in there.” Brooklyn said. To him there were probably just storage items that have yet to find their place in the complex.

The doors opened to reveal the cold stone interior of the castle dungeon. Chip glanced around and took note of the scattered boxes across the floor, giving the dank, dark space more the feel of a dingy basement than a medieval dungeon. “Guess there’s not much need for a dungeon in this day and age.” The wolf joked lightly and patted Brooklyn on his shoulder.

“Heh. Yeah. Maybe for future enemies if we ought to keep them down here, but then again I found out there is jail in this city so there’s no need for this.” He pressed another button, the doors closing as they went up some more till the elevator stopped.

“Welcome to the first official floor. The Great Hall.” He stepped out of the elevator to bestow the other the very large room. “This use to be where meals and entertainment took place and now it’s more of a lobby or foyer.”

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.

“Defiantly.” He replied as the elevator doors opened and the crimson gargoyle walked in and waited for the other to follow. Once he got in the gargoyle would pick one of the lower floors of the actual castle. It would only take about less than a minute for them yo reach the desired floor.

“This is the dungeon. Not much to see here besides wall chains and a couple boxes of who knows what’s in there.” Brooklyn said. To him there were probably just storage items that have yet to find their place in the complex.

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.

Despite the journey only lasting several seconds Chip couldn’t help but hold firmly onto Brooklyn as if for dear life. The short glide off of the ground felt nowhere near as stable as when he rode with the glider on his bike. Before he knew it the two of them had reached the brick wall of the tower. Opening his eyes the wolf took a moment to examine his surroundings before noticing the nearby window. “Alright, got it.” He gave Brooklyn a nod and reached out to grab the frame before pulling himself inside.

The gargoyle would follow suit to the window Chip went into and closed it behind him. “Okay…never doing that again unless am emergency.” He stretched his back which made a few good pop sounds. As of now they would be in one of the office rooms of the employees that work here. Thankfully they were gone since the shift is over. The office itself looked generic as it could be with not much excitement to it.

“Ready to go up? There shouldn’t be anyone up on this floor.”

Landing on his feet, Chip glanced around to find himself inside of an office. He sniffed at the air and listened out for anyone, but he couldn’t detect any other people with his canine senses. “I think we’re in the clear.” Said Chip with a sure nod and turned back to Brooklyn. “That was pretty scary man. The only flying I like to do is with the glider on my bike.”

The gargoyle nodded back. “Was pretty scary carrying you since you add more weight to my gliding, but no big deal. Come on. Let me show you around.” He motions the other to follow as he walked out of the office and headed towards the nearest elevator.

“These offices are filled with humans for most of the day with a few staying for the night till they leave. Not much to see down here unless you wanna look at people’s personal stuff.”

Chip took another brief glance at his surroundings. It was for sure stock-standard office that they were in, which didn’t prove interesting in the least. “Nothing to see here, let’s keep moving.” Said Chip with a small nod and followed Brooklyn’s lead towards the elevator. As he trailed after the gargoyle, Chip’s eye found itself drawn to admiring the other male’s denim-clad read. “Heh, how’s that jockstrap been for you so far? And your jeans too.”

Upon the question, the gargoyle have his rear a few rubs, knowing that the other was looking. “They do feel good. Still sort of new, but I’m very use to it by now. Great that the humiliation spell is allowing me to claim this as mine or else they would have been destroyed when I woke up this evening.” He smiled as he pressed a button for the elevator to come to their floor level.

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.

Despite the journey only lasting several seconds Chip couldn’t help but hold firmly onto Brooklyn as if for dear life. The short glide off of the ground felt nowhere near as stable as when he rode with the glider on his bike. Before he knew it the two of them had reached the brick wall of the tower. Opening his eyes the wolf took a moment to examine his surroundings before noticing the nearby window. “Alright, got it.” He gave Brooklyn a nod and reached out to grab the frame before pulling himself inside.

The gargoyle would follow suit to the window Chip went into and closed it behind him. “Okay…never doing that again unless am emergency.” He stretched his back which made a few good pop sounds. As of now they would be in one of the office rooms of the employees that work here. Thankfully they were gone since the shift is over. The office itself looked generic as it could be with not much excitement to it.

“Ready to go up? There shouldn’t be anyone up on this floor.”

Landing on his feet, Chip glanced around to find himself inside of an office. He sniffed at the air and listened out for anyone, but he couldn’t detect any other people with his canine senses. “I think we’re in the clear.” Said Chip with a sure nod and turned back to Brooklyn. “That was pretty scary man. The only flying I like to do is with the glider on my bike.”

The gargoyle nodded back. “Was pretty scary carrying you since you add more weight to my gliding, but no big deal. Come on. Let me show you around.” He motions the other to follow as he walked out of the office and headed towards the nearest elevator.

“These offices are filled with humans for most of the day with a few staying for the night till they leave. Not much to see down here unless you wanna look at people’s personal stuff.”

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.

Despite the journey only lasting several seconds Chip couldn’t help but hold firmly onto Brooklyn as if for dear life. The short glide off of the ground felt nowhere near as stable as when he rode with the glider on his bike. Before he knew it the two of them had reached the brick wall of the tower. Opening his eyes the wolf took a moment to examine his surroundings before noticing the nearby window. “Alright, got it.” He gave Brooklyn a nod and reached out to grab the frame before pulling himself inside.

The gargoyle would follow suit to the window Chip went into and closed it behind him. “Okay…never doing that again unless am emergency.” He stretched his back which made a few good pop sounds. As of now they would be in one of the office rooms of the employees that work here. Thankfully they were gone since the shift is over. The office itself looked generic as it could be with not much excitement to it.

“Ready to go up? There shouldn’t be anyone up on this floor.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

After a few more moments of staring at the wolf, the older gargoyle nodded with approval. “I trust your words, Chip.” He then looked back towards the crimson gargoyle and nodded to him as well.

“Just don’t let this be a constant things, okay?”

Brooklyn nodded to him. “Yes, Goliath. I will make a better effort to come here on time.”

Through his constant firm stare, he did start to show off a very brief smile until it wss gone. At least this time his facial expression was much softer as he turned away. “Take care you too.” With that said, he jumped off of the roof and thanks to a wind current it lifted the large being into the air as he soared off. Bronx would bop his head at both of their legs and run off back to the castle, climbing up the side of the building with ease.

With a gracious nod Chip beamed with a smile back at Goliath. “Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best to make Sure Brooklyn returns here regularly.” He said back before the large gargoyle swooped off on his own. Bronx’s little headbutt make the wolf grunt a little out surprise, but he simply gave a laugh and waved goodbye to the two as they took their leave.

As soon as the two gargoyles were gone, the crimson gargoyle let out a sigh of relief followed by a chuckle. “That went…better than I expected.” In all honesty he was expecting Goliath to be pissed at him for not being back at the castle last night, but he was glad that their leader approved of him and Chip.

Brooklyn wasn’t the only one relieved. Coming face to face with a guy like Goliath was enough to fill even him with a sense of dream. “As am I, Brook.” Chip replied and stepped closer to Brooklyn, placing an arm around his shoulders. “I’ve met some real frightening folks in my time, but your leader was really something else. Just something about the way he talks gives me the chills.”

“Heh. Yeah he can do that a lot. Even back in 994 he was like that whenever me and my rookery brothers get in trouble. I guess that’s why the humans gave him the name Goliath.” He placed his hand on the others shoulders as well with a smile.

“Now that we’re here, what do you want to do tonight?”

“I guess that depends. Were you planning to take me up to see where you guys live?” The wolf gestured with a tilt of the head towards the castle. “Or should we do your night-time patrol first. That is, if that rear of yours isn’t hurting too badly still.” Chip said with a snicker.

A very brief blush formed on his face as he felt his rear real quick. Nope. Still in pain, but bearable enough to walk around. “Oh yeah I was gonna show you around where I live. Just got to get across the street first.” He looked for the perfect spot to quickly glide over.

“Get on my back. I’m gon a glide us over to the nearest window we could climb up into.” He said, very much confident in his words.

Chip glanced down the edge of the building and across to the other side. It was quite the distance between here and there. “Uh, you sure? I’m not gonna lie when I say I’m pretty heavy.” The muscular wolf man approached Brooklyn from behind and cautiously climbed his way onto his back. “Not too big a load, am I?” He asked, gripping the shoulders of the gargoyle’s jacket tightly.

“Geeze, Chip. What have you been eating?” The gargoyle chuckled. He did have to admit, the wolf man was indeed heavy, bit nothing he could handle right? Besides, it wss just a 5 or so second trip to the next window up.

Once the wild wss on him the gargoyle jumped off the rooftop and thanks to the wind current, he was able to keep the both of them afloat in the air for a few seconds till he dug his claws into the wall at the side of the building near the window. “Climb through there. I’ll be right behind you.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

After a few more moments of staring at the wolf, the older gargoyle nodded with approval. “I trust your words, Chip.” He then looked back towards the crimson gargoyle and nodded to him as well.

“Just don’t let this be a constant things, okay?”

Brooklyn nodded to him. “Yes, Goliath. I will make a better effort to come here on time.”

Through his constant firm stare, he did start to show off a very brief smile until it wss gone. At least this time his facial expression was much softer as he turned away. “Take care you too.” With that said, he jumped off of the roof and thanks to a wind current it lifted the large being into the air as he soared off. Bronx would bop his head at both of their legs and run off back to the castle, climbing up the side of the building with ease.

With a gracious nod Chip beamed with a smile back at Goliath. “Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best to make Sure Brooklyn returns here regularly.” He said back before the large gargoyle swooped off on his own. Bronx’s little headbutt make the wolf grunt a little out surprise, but he simply gave a laugh and waved goodbye to the two as they took their leave.

As soon as the two gargoyles were gone, the crimson gargoyle let out a sigh of relief followed by a chuckle. “That went…better than I expected.” In all honesty he was expecting Goliath to be pissed at him for not being back at the castle last night, but he was glad that their leader approved of him and Chip.

Brooklyn wasn’t the only one relieved. Coming face to face with a guy like Goliath was enough to fill even him with a sense of dream. “As am I, Brook.” Chip replied and stepped closer to Brooklyn, placing an arm around his shoulders. “I’ve met some real frightening folks in my time, but your leader was really something else. Just something about the way he talks gives me the chills.”

“Heh. Yeah he can do that a lot. Even back in 994 he was like that whenever me and my rookery brothers get in trouble. I guess that’s why the humans gave him the name Goliath.” He placed his hand on the others shoulders as well with a smile.

“Now that we’re here, what do you want to do tonight?”

“I guess that depends. Were you planning to take me up to see where you guys live?” The wolf gestured with a tilt of the head towards the castle. “Or should we do your night-time patrol first. That is, if that rear of yours isn’t hurting too badly still.” Chip said with a snicker.

A very brief blush formed on his face as he felt his rear real quick. Nope. Still in pain, but bearable enough to walk around. “Oh yeah I was gonna show you around where I live. Just got to get across the street first.” He looked for the perfect spot to quickly glide over.

“Get on my back. I’m gon a glide us over to the nearest window we could climb up into.” He said, very much confident in his words.