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.

He looked back at the mirror himself just to check them both out. They indeed were in two diffrent styles hair wise, but their outfits were similar enough to where they would make a couple looking like this. “Makes me feel like no one is gonna be messing with us anytime soon.” Then again people would, but he wouldn’t say that in this moment as he wrapped his arm around the wolf.

Chip brought his other hand around and tapped the gargoyle’s slim chest “Ya feel that? That’s the confidence boost that comes with lookin’ good. You look good, you feel good.” He explained with glee. Brooklyn was now a bona-fide modern man, and he could only wonder how he’d contrast with his medieval-looking brethren. “How about we go show off your new look to the others? I bet they’re gonna be jealous.”

That gargoyle did thing about it for a few seconds and in his moment of confidence there was a small tinge of nervousness falling before him. Then again, he immediately remembered that his clan didn’t give him any sense of stink eye when he came to them in his new threads so his confidence went back up in full swing. “Yeah! Broadway and Hudson should still be around. Let’s get to them.” With that said, he took the others hand and led the wolf down the hallway.

Before they left Chip made sure to grab Brooklyn’s loincloth when he removed it and tucked it away in his jacket pocket. Together they strolled down the hall, the biker holding his head high pridefully as he held the Gargoyle’s hand. Chip ran his fingertips over the red, four-fingered claw. Perhaps he could come up with a pair of modified fingerless gloves to add to Brooklyn’s outfit.

Brooklyn definitely would not mind the gloves Chip were to give him some even though it might be hard thanks to his abnormal hands. As the pair made their way down the hall, the first they spotted was Broadway coming back with some empty bowls. It seems that the other two gargoyles of their clan finished their meals.

“Hey, Broadway. What do you think of this?” Brooklyn said when the pair got close to him.

Broadway took a short pause just to look at his rookery brother up and down, giving him slight nods in approval “The outfit was cool on it’s own, but you look very diffrent with that hair style. I like it!”

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 looked back at the mirror himself just to check them both out. They indeed were in two diffrent styles hair wise, but their outfits were similar enough to where they would make a couple looking like this. “Makes me feel like no one is gonna be messing with us anytime soon.” Then again people would, but he wouldn’t say that in this moment as he wrapped his arm around the wolf.

Chip brought his other hand around and tapped the gargoyle’s slim chest “Ya feel that? That’s the confidence boost that comes with lookin’ good. You look good, you feel good.” He explained with glee. Brooklyn was now a bona-fide modern man, and he could only wonder how he’d contrast with his medieval-looking brethren. “How about we go show off your new look to the others? I bet they’re gonna be jealous.”

That gargoyle did thing about it for a few seconds and in his moment of confidence there was a small tinge of nervousness falling before him. Then again, he immediately remembered that his clan didn’t give him any sense of stink eye when he came to them in his new threads so his confidence went back up in full swing. “Yeah! Broadway and Hudson should still be around. Let’s get to them.” With that said, he took the others hand and led the wolf down the hallway.

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 looked back at the mirror himself just to check them both out. They indeed were in two diffrent styles hair wise, but their outfits were similar enough to where they would make a couple looking like this. “Makes me feel like no one is gonna be messing with us anytime soon.” Then again people would, but he wouldn’t say that in this moment as he wrapped his arm around the wolf.

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.

Once before his eyes would light up at his new hairstyle thanks to Chip’s help. “Holy jalapenea…” The whole spike look was definitely something new to him or any gargoyle he has ever met save for Demona who in some ways have spooked hair, but not like this.

“This looks awesome, man!” He said when turned back to the wolf, tail swaying side to side, a large grin on his face.

Stepping back Chip beamed with pride as he watched the red gargoyle admire his brand new hairstyle in the mirror. “What did I tell ya? It’s like you were born for the punk-biker look!” He folded his arms and leaned in a bit to admire his handiwork. It thrilled him to see Brooklyn enamoured with his new look just as much as he was. As Chip eyed Brooklyn up and down, he caught sight of the loincloth again, which to him still detracted somewhat from the overall style. “Hmmm, how bout you take off that loincloth? Just for a second so you can get the full impact of that 20th century look.”

“Huh?” He looked between chip and the mirror. It did look a bit off, but he didnt want to get ride of the lion cloth just yet. Soon, but not now. “Sure, but just for a bit.”

With that said, he took off the loincloth and gave himself another look in the mirror, looking much more like a current 20th century person. Just for the added effect he even put on his third eyelid just to look more fierce. “Looking pretty damn intimidating if I do say so myself. What do you think?” He said as he turned back to Chip with his eyes being completely white still.

With the loincloth taken away the full splendour of the gargoyle’s look struck him. From head to toe Brooklyn hardly resembled the medieval beast he once was, now carrying the modern rock-star look like he was born for it.

Then came the glowing eyes. “Whoa…“ The wolf almost jumped back at the bright white lights reflected in the mirror. “Dude, you’re totally ruling that look… though gotta say the eyes are a little surprising. Didn’t know you guys could do that.” Chip laughed approvingly. Brooklyn’s glowing white eyes carried a hint of eeriness, but were also very intriguing.

The gargoyle had to laugh hard at this seeing that the wolf almost jumped back at his glowing eyes. Even if it wasn’t a full jump back it was still great to see his reaction. “We all have a third eyelid like some reptiles like alligators for example. The glowing part I dont know how that works, but it is intimidating from the humans that saw it before.” With that said he switched his third eyelid off and they were his normal eyes.

“Again, thanks for the look. Really getting into this style.”

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.

Once before his eyes would light up at his new hairstyle thanks to Chip’s help. “Holy jalapenea…” The whole spike look was definitely something new to him or any gargoyle he has ever met save for Demona who in some ways have spooked hair, but not like this.

“This looks awesome, man!” He said when turned back to the wolf, tail swaying side to side, a large grin on his face.

Stepping back Chip beamed with pride as he watched the red gargoyle admire his brand new hairstyle in the mirror. “What did I tell ya? It’s like you were born for the punk-biker look!” He folded his arms and leaned in a bit to admire his handiwork. It thrilled him to see Brooklyn enamoured with his new look just as much as he was. As Chip eyed Brooklyn up and down, he caught sight of the loincloth again, which to him still detracted somewhat from the overall style. “Hmmm, how bout you take off that loincloth? Just for a second so you can get the full impact of that 20th century look.”

“Huh?” He looked between chip and the mirror. It did look a bit off, but he didnt want to get ride of the lion cloth just yet. Soon, but not now. “Sure, but just for a bit.”

With that said, he took off the loincloth and gave himself another look in the mirror, looking much more like a current 20th century person. Just for the added effect he even put on his third eyelid just to look more fierce. “Looking pretty damn intimidating if I do say so myself. What do you think?” He said as jr turned back to Chip with his eyes being completely white still.

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.

Chip followed Brooklyn’s stead as they made their way up to the guest rooms. On the way up he thought over what kinds of styles he could shape those long, snowy locks into, and right as they made it to the room it hit the biker. “Alright then, Brook. Prepare to be transported into the twentieth century.” He grinned and led his partner over to a mirror, then reached into one of his jacket pockets and pulled out two small items. First was a small container of styling gel while the other resembled the handle of a knife. Chip held the handle up next to Brooklyn. Flick! It was a switchblade comb! “Let’s get styling!”

His eyes widened a bit when he saw the knife only to then calm down a bit yet was still nervous. “Wait, so how short are you cutting it?” In all honesty he did like his mane and it never really got in the way whenever he flew in the air or fought. While it could grow back at whatever length Chip was going to cut, it would take awhile being that he only ages half a way due to his stone sleep.

“What? Oh this!” Chip threw back his head and let out a burst of laughter. “Don’t you worry. I ain’t cutting anything.” He assured Brooklyn and held the switchblade closer for him to see. At first glance one might mistake the wooden handle and blade for a knife, but in fact the “blade” was merely a simple steel-toothed comb. “Just sit still and I’ll be turning this gorgeous white hair into something really rockin’!” Chip slipped his fingerless gloves off and stuffed them in his jacket pocket, then opened the container of gel and began spreading some through the gargoyle’s hair with his fingers.

Now that calmed him down completely. “Ok. Just checking to see if we were on the same page. Style away!” He replied while letting the wolf apply the gel in his hair. The gargoyle could feel the lukewarm substance of the gel to an extent whenever it so far as touched his scalp. To him, the wolf has some pretty gentle hands working on his hair. Every small tug wasn’t too hard to make the creature wince of even make a sound. For now he would just wait here and let the wolf do his thing.

Chip’s fingers took their time applying the gel to the crimson gargoyle’s pale hair. He worked his way over each and every long strand, making sure to apply the styling substance evenly throughout. As the gel was streaked gently through his mane, the hairs would stick together in small spike-like protrusions. In time the biker completed his first stage of hair prep. “Now for the real fun part.” He smiled excitedly and began running the comb through Brooklyn’s messy, damp mane.

“Wow. My hair looks more shiny than its every been.” He took a moment to look at it more in the mirror before sitting back down so the wolf can continue on. It was oddly satisfying feeling the small vibrations or even tugs in general when his hair was being combed.

“So was it hard to do this by yourself at first?” He asked, making some small talk to pass the time.

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 followed Brooklyn’s stead as they made their way up to the guest rooms. On the way up he thought over what kinds of styles he could shape those long, snowy locks into, and right as they made it to the room it hit the biker. “Alright then, Brook. Prepare to be transported into the twentieth century.” He grinned and led his partner over to a mirror, then reached into one of his jacket pockets and pulled out two small items. First was a small container of styling gel while the other resembled the handle of a knife. Chip held the handle up next to Brooklyn. Flick! It was a switchblade comb! “Let’s get styling!”

His eyes widened a bit when he saw the knife only to then calm down a bit yet was still nervous. “Wait, so how short are you cutting it?” In all honesty he did like his mane and it never really got in the way whenever he flew in the air or fought. While it could grow back at whatever length Chip was going to cut, it would take awhile being that he only ages half a way due to his stone sleep.

“What? Oh this!” Chip threw back his head and let out a burst of laughter. “Don’t you worry. I ain’t cutting anything.” He assured Brooklyn and held the switchblade closer for him to see. At first glance one might mistake the wooden handle and blade for a knife, but in fact the “blade” was merely a simple steel-toothed comb. “Just sit still and I’ll be turning this gorgeous white hair into something really rockin’!” Chip slipped his fingerless gloves off and stuffed them in his jacket pocket, then opened the container of gel and began spreading some through the gargoyle’s hair with his fingers.

Now that calmed him down completely. “Ok. Just checking to see if we were on the same page. Style away!” He replied while letting the wolf apply the gel in his hair. The gargoyle could feel the lukewarm substance of the gel to an extent whenever it so far as touched his scalp. To him, the wolf has some pretty gentle hands working on his hair. Every small tug wasn’t too hard to make the creature wince of even make a sound. For now he would just wait here and let the wolf do his thing.

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 followed Brooklyn’s stead as they made their way up to the guest rooms. On the way up he thought over what kinds of styles he could shape those long, snowy locks into, and right as they made it to the room it hit the biker. “Alright then, Brook. Prepare to be transported into the twentieth century.” He grinned and led his partner over to a mirror, then reached into one of his jacket pockets and pulled out two small items. First was a small container of styling gel while the other resembled the handle of a knife. Chip held the handle up next to Brooklyn. Flick! It was a switchblade comb! “Let’s get styling!”

His eyes widened a bit when he saw the knife only to then calm down a bit yet was still nervous. “Wait, so how short are you cutting it?” In all honesty he did like his mane and it never really got in the way whenever he flew in the air or fought. While it could grow back at whatever length Chip was going to cut, it would take awhile being that he only ages half a way due to his stone sleep.

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.