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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 shuddered at the cool breeze gently whipping against them, his nipples growing hard beneath his jacket from the sudden rush. One they parted from the kiss Chip looked down at the red gargoyle with a cheery grin. “It ain’t a big problem. You’re so light compared to me that I can just pick you right up.” With that, Chip reached down with his large arms and grabbed a hold of Brooklyn’s denim-clad rear, lifting him up off the ground until they were eye-level.

The rear grab almost caught him by surprise. “Hey! Go easy down there.” The gargoyles smirked and wrapped his pegs around the wolf’s waist, still having his arms around the others neck.

“I wouldn’t mind being lifted up like this from time to time.” He gave the other a grin back. “Why don’t we get something to eat now?”

Holding his partner close to his chest, Chip started to head back inside and make his way back down into the castle proper. “Just wanna make sure I don’t drop you.” He smirked playfully and have Brooklyn’s rear another grope. His fingers teased and trailed over the black jeans Brooklyn wore, feeling the straps of his jockstrap underneath the denim fabric.

He couldn’t help but blush to this, thinking about how he could be seen like this to his clan, but is thankful thst most of them are out in the city. Upon the grope, a small twitch to his bulge would commence, but nothing more than that as he let out a small chuckle. “Lets save that for later, shall we? Wouldn’t want my clan to see us doing this in the open.”

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 shuddered at the cool breeze gently whipping against them, his nipples growing hard beneath his jacket from the sudden rush. One they parted from the kiss Chip looked down at the red gargoyle with a cheery grin. “It ain’t a big problem. You’re so light compared to me that I can just pick you right up.” With that, Chip reached down with his large arms and grabbed a hold of Brooklyn’s denim-clad rear, lifting him up off the ground until they were eye-level.

The rear grab almost caught him by surprise. “Hey! Go easy down there.” The gargoyles smirked and wrapped his pegs around the wolf’s waist, still having his arms around the others neck.

“I wouldn’t mind being lifted up like this from time to time.” He gave the other a grin back. “Why don’t we get something to eat now?”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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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 leant forward, resting an elbow against the weathered stone ledge. “Heh. I told you, didn’t l? My bike is actually stolen.” He shot a sideways glance towards his friend, smirking hard. “Some street thugs thought it’d be wise to mess with me, so I gave ‘em a smackdown and took the leader’s ride for my own. The glider mechanism happened to already be built into it.”

He does remember that now and nodded towards the wolf, smirking back at him. “Well it was self defense after all do I can’t blame you there. Must have had some pretty good connections to get that built, but who knows. Figures the leader would have a tricked out bike like that.”

“Well the glider wasn’t nearly as impressive as it is now.“ Chip went on to explain further. “First thing I did was disassembled the glider to figure out how it worked, then put it back together again with a few new improvements.“ 

“Sounds like the kind of stuff Lex would do when he built the first bike before it got wrecked by accident. Still amazing someone like that would have such a thing on their bike in the first place.” He stretched and looked back at the skyscrapers below them until his stomach started to rumble. “Looks like it’s time to eat. Hungry?” The gargoyle looked back at the wolf.

“I tell ya, whoever built the original version didn’t do a great job. Took a lotta work to get it properly stabilised.” Chip smiled to himself, proud at his own achievement. He continued to stare out over the cityscape when he heard the growling of the gargoyle’s belly. He glanced back over to Brooklyn and stepped back from the ledge. “Yeah, I could do with something eat. But first while we’re up here…” The biker drew closer to his crimson companion, one arm wrapping around his slim shoulders and pulling him near. “How bout a little evening kiss? Couldn’t picture a more romantic spot than right here.”

It’s weird how he almost forgets that Chip has such strong arms that could pull him away with ease to being wrapped in them. There was such a difference in their body types it’s like he could just hide behind the large wolf without anyone seeing him. Upon being in this position, the gargoyle couldn’t help but give the wolf a small blush with a smirk. “Don’t mind if I do….” Without hesitation, Brooklyn brought his beak up to Chip’s canine muzzle, holding one hand on the side if his fuzzy face.

Chip’s strong arms held the slimmer red gargoyle closer to his broad chest, his gloves brushing over the smooth back of Brooklyn’s leather jacket. Closing his eyes he nuzzled his chin against the other’s beak before softly pressing their lips together. The wolf had to lean forward due to the difference in height between the two non-human beings.

Brooklyn would ease his way to wrap his arms around the wolf just to deepen the kiss while they were still in this position. The wind would gently blow over their bodies, bringing a coolness to their warm bodies pressed up againt each other. He would hold this for a few minutes until he pulled away, smiling at the mutated wolf man. “Hope my height doesn’t make kissing difficult for you. Heheh.” He said, still keeping himself close to Chip.

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 leant forward, resting an elbow against the weathered stone ledge. “Heh. I told you, didn’t l? My bike is actually stolen.” He shot a sideways glance towards his friend, smirking hard. “Some street thugs thought it’d be wise to mess with me, so I gave ‘em a smackdown and took the leader’s ride for my own. The glider mechanism happened to already be built into it.”

He does remember that now and nodded towards the wolf, smirking back at him. “Well it was self defense after all do I can’t blame you there. Must have had some pretty good connections to get that built, but who knows. Figures the leader would have a tricked out bike like that.”

“Well the glider wasn’t nearly as impressive as it is now.“ Chip went on to explain further. “First thing I did was disassembled the glider to figure out how it worked, then put it back together again with a few new improvements.“ 

“Sounds like the kind of stuff Lex would do when he built the first bike before it got wrecked by accident. Still amazing someone like that would have such a thing on their bike in the first place.” He stretched and looked back at the skyscrapers below them until his stomach started to rumble. “Looks like it’s time to eat. Hungry?” The gargoyle looked back at the wolf.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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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.

Chip leaned cautiously against the edge of the stone turret, towering over the ancient castle and the modern skyscrapers that surrounded them. A rush of both danger and wonder flooded through the wolf as his bright blue eyes gazed out across the vast city skyline. “Wow… it’s so different seeing things from this angle.” Chip marvelled at over the stunning view. He had seen things from up high while sailing though the air with his bike’s glider, but this was something else entirely.

Brooklyn would sort of have his feet on the refurbished ledge as if he was just gonna perch up here like a stone gargoyle. “Never really been this high up before we came here. Could probably glide to the other side of the city if I tried.” He looked back at the wolf mutant.

“Betcha get a lot farther than I would with that bike of yours, right?” He gave him a small nudge on the side.

Chip held tightly to the stone ledge, feet planted firmly on the ground as to not lose his balance. “Hah, couldn’t say for sure.” He shrugged to himself whilst gazing off into the distance, seeing the city lights sparking over the far-off surface of the river. “My bike’s way heavier then you are, so that gives you an edge.“ Chip tried to consider the logistics of such a flight. “Then again my bike has built-in nitro boosters. Kinda hard to beat that with just a pair of wings.“

He nodded to that and looked back down at the city. “How did you get that thing built, again? Seems pretty out there compared to what other humans I see when we ride around them.”

Chip leant forward, resting an elbow against the weathered stone ledge. “Heh. I told you, didn’t l? My bike is actually stolen.” He shit a sideways glance towards his friend, smirking hard. “Some street thugs thought it’d be wise to mess with me, so I gave ‘em a smackdown and took the leader’s ride for my own. The glider mechanism happened to already be built into it.”

He does remember that now and nodded towards the wolf, smirking back at him. “Well it was self defense after all do I can’t blame you there. Must have had some pretty good connections to get that built, but who knows. Figures the leader would have a tricked out bike like that.”

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 leaned cautiously against the edge of the stone turret, towering over the ancient castle and the modern skyscrapers that surrounded them. A rush of both danger and wonder flooded through the wolf as his bright blue eyes gazed out across the vast city skyline. “Wow… it’s so different seeing things from this angle.” Chip marvelled at over the stunning view. He had seen things from up high while sailing though the air with his bike’s glider, but this was something else entirely.

Brooklyn would sort of have his feet on the refurbished ledge as if he was just gonna perch up here like a stone gargoyle. “Never really been this high up before we came here. Could probably glide to the other side of the city if I tried.” He looked back at the wolf mutant.

“Betcha get a lot farther than I would with that bike of yours, right?” He gave him a small nudge on the side.

Chip held tightly to the stone ledge, feet planted firmly on the ground as to not lose his balance. “Hah, couldn’t say for sure.” He shrugged to himself whilst gazing off into the distance, seeing the city lights sparking over the far-off surface of the river. “My bike’s way heavier then you are, so that gives you an edge.“ Chip tried to consider the logistics of such a flight. “Then again my bike has built-in nitro boosters. Kinda hard to beat that with just a pair of wings.“

He nodded to that and looked back down at the city. “How did you get that thing built, again? Seems pretty out there compared to what other humans I see when we ride around them.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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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.

“Can say the same about you’re voice. Pretty deep with the small new york accent to it. Could even tell you were tough by your muscles.” He said as he wrapped his arm would the others side and continued on with the tour in just a few more areas.

“Yeah, I keep myself occupied. When I’m stuck at my hideout during daylight I often work out to pass the time.” Chip said as the duo travelled though the castle to their next destination.

Brooklyn would then take Chip to the highest tower of the castle. They were so high to the point where clouds folded themselves onto the top of the building. This point would have a great view of the city at night and no one would be able to see strange looking beings up top. “Great view isn’t it?’

Chip leaned cautiously against the edge of the stone turret, towering over the ancient castle and the modern skyscrapers that surrounded them. A rush of both danger and wonder flooded through the wolf as his bright blue eyes gazed out across the vast city skyline. “Wow… it’s so different seeing things from this angle.” Chip marvelled at over the stunning view. He had seen things from up high while sailing though the air with his bike’s glider, but this was something else entirely.

Brooklyn would sort of have his feet on the refurbished ledge as if he was just gonna perch up here like a stone gargoyle. “Never really been this high up before we came here. Could probably glide to the other side of the city if I tried.” He looked back at the wolf mutant.

“Betcha get a lot farther than I would with that bike of yours, right?” He gave him a small nudge on the side.

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.

“Can say the same about you’re voice. Pretty deep with the small new york accent to it. Could even tell you were tough by your muscles.” He said as he wrapped his arm would the others side and continued on with the tour in just a few more areas.

“Yeah, I keep myself occupied. When I’m stuck at my hideout during daylight I often work out to pass the time.” Chip said as the duo travelled though the castle to their next destination.

Brooklyn would then take Chip to the highest tower of the castle. They were so high to the point where clouds folded themselves onto the top of the building. This point would have a great view of the city at night and no one would be able to see strange looking beings up top. “Great view isn’t it?’

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.

“Can say the same about you’re voice. Pretty deep with the small new york accent to it. Could even tell you were tough by your muscles.” He said as he wrapped his arm would the others side and continued on with the tour in just a few more areas.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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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.

He knocked the door first before entering into the tv room that jaur consisted of a really legs t.v., a recliner and a couch. Inside would also be a more elderly gargoyle and Bronx resting on the seats. The first to look at the duo was Bronx who immediately started to smile and pant just a little bit, not wanting to leave from the couch just yet. The elderly gargoyle soon followed and saw the duo. First he had a welcoming expression when he saw the gargoyle, but a more confused one once he saw the wolf.

“Aye, Brooklyn. Was worried about you last night. This the mutant you told us about?” Said Hudson.

Chip entered into the room after Brooklyn, and caught sight of the large, bearded gargoyle. The wolf blinked a few times at the sight of Hudson. If it weren’t for a few of his more beastly features he reckoned the elder gargoyle could almost pass for a human. “Greetings!” Said Chip with an enthusiastic grin. “Yeah, I’m Brooklyn’s mutant friend. We met a couple nights back after he saved my life, ain’t that right Brook?” He gave a hearty laugh and nudged the crimson gargoyle with his elbow lightly.

The crimson gargoyle nodded and gave a small rub at his side even though it didn’t hurt or anything as he still chuckled almost nervously. “Yeah that’s right. Plus he then helped me make a brand new bike.”

“Hmpf.” The older gargoyle nodded. “Alright then. You two stay out of trouble or else you will hear it from either me or Goliath.” With that said he went back to watching his tv program as the gargoyle dog sat down next him him on the couch yet again.

Chip gave Hudson an understanding nod followed by a small salute. “Roger that!” He quipped, still smiling. He turned to Brooklyn as he made his way out of the TV room and into the hallway. “That was quicker than I would’ve thought. Hudson seems like a nice old fella, though can’t say I expected the Scottish accent. I noticed none of you guys sound like that.”

“It is weird honestly. I was raised in a castle in Scotland and yet we don’t have those accents.” The gargoyle commented then continued down the hall. “Must be due to age, but I personally have no idea.”