The Restrained Guardians
---"Damn it, Goliath…!"---Was his maddened response. ---"It doesn't work that way!"---he growled, looking at the old gargoyle with blinded rage.
His eyes were fuelled with pride, but, as his pride grew older, so did his impatience toward the gargoyle. Time and again, Goliath, the Manhattan Clan's leader refused the idea of leaving his old home, at the top of a human tower, to the quiet inurbane realm of Liriel, Jacob's secluded territory.
---"I will not go with you, Jacob, I am sorry, but I will not leave this safe home, to go to a new land."---was Goliath's response. Glaring warily at the young gargoyle, each time he returned to Eliza's tower he appeared more and more irritable. ---"You still think is wise to move from one place to another, after all the things we have to cope with? Do you still think we'd grow accustomed to other things after what we've been trough?"---he asked seriously concerned.
---"You have come to know other "human" things."---responded the dark gargoyle with disapproval.
Goliath stared at him gravelly...
Staring at him with utter dominance and a flicker of haughtiness. ---"In my home you will return to the era and the way of living you were all accustomed to."---He commented, both of his hands extending to the right of his sides. ---"Or has your liking of the old traditions changed? ---he asked, at a hold, a bit insulted and a bit suspicious
Goliath didn't answer.
Was it the strained of the long flight? Was it his unchangeable answer "No" that angered him in a way so forceful Was it, maybe, the feeling of not been able to bring him back to Liriel? Defeat? Or was it, just, something else…? Goliath didn't know…
He took a step toward the Liriel gargoyle, his hands opened in a welcoming way. Letting him know he wasn't an enemy, assuring him respect.
Jacob sturdy himself and hissed, his teeth showing in a menacing way---"I will not sympathized over pitiful gestures."---he commented, covering his chest with his long bat cerulean-black wings, and his long jet-black hair gliding to his face. His built was thin, but with enough muscled that made him appear deadly. It gave even the most confident gargoyle a cautioning "watch out!"
Goliath sighted and dropped his arms. There wasn't anyway to please him.
Night seem to loom over them both, as the silent moon watched from above. The two males continued talking and discussing probabilities. Hope for Jacob seemed as the same as the man he was named after.
The other gargoyles have been led inside, by his continuing request to speak to their leader alone and only alone.
Even though, Goliath promised him privacy, Hudson, Lexington, Brooklyn, Broadway, and even, Bronx. Where keeping an uncertain eye and a cautious ear on them from afar. Something about him didn't bring the word "thrust" into overview and by Jacob's opinion that was fine with him. He even welcome the distrust and somewhat "fear" of the other clan member's. He only wished to speak with Goliath, personally.
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Brooklyn continued to stare at him from inside the tower. Looking thru the window, he couldn't make the feeling of uneasiness ripple from Jacob's possessive stand, he looked down at Bronx, who slobbered a bit and cried worried at his master's leg.
---"Hey, stopped that!"---he commented, pulling the dog from his leg. He shoved him aside and continued to sit in the cardboard box near the window.
The dog whined a little and left the blood red gargoyle for the slightly large and blueyish one. Sitting in the middle of the room with a defeated face. Broadway petted the dog and stared at Brooklyn worriedly. ---"Well, what do you think?"---he asked in a glum voice.
The red gargoyle stared at him confused and then gave a slight look out the window. ---"I think…"---he said---"…I don't trust this guy."---he finished seriously. Staring back at the others.
Lexington supported himself near Broadway's side. ---"None of us thrust's him."---he commented with his eyes wide opened.
---"So that's it, we're all gonna die."---acknowledged Broadway in a defeated way.
The other two gargoyles stared at him in disbelief.
---"No."---commented Brooklyn in a cold way. ---"We're not going to die."---
Broadway smirked. ---"Yeah…we are."---he said standing up and going near the window. Trying to not be seen from outside. ---"Have you seen the size of him, Brooklyn?"--- He stared out.
The other gargoyle shoved him aside, as well. ---"Yeah, and Goliath, and any of us can beat him."---he pronounced casually.
---"I wouldn't be so sure of that."---another voice interrupted.
The young gargoyles stared at the down coming stairs in the side. Hudson appeared with his yellow and wise eye.
They were silent for a moment.
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---"Goliath!"---Jacob exclaimed exasperated. ---"This is my last proposal…!"---he said furiously. His wings opened and his green eyes sharpened on the clan's leader face. ---"Will you come with us to Liriel?"---
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---"He is a Lirielly."---Hudson established gravelly.
His stared disapprovingly at the two males.
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---"No."---
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---"He can kill us all…"---
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A furious growl was heard.
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---"…with just one blow."---
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Silence was heard as the two beasts established themselves in a enraged uproar. The young gargoyles looked out the window as they reacted to the scene. Hudson stayed at the tower, looking in a saddened and desperate way.
Jacob delivered himself to the flow of his instincts and deafened the ears of morality, sense, and the brief humanity that he glided from.
"There just had to be a way!" Was his last, coherent, thought.
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Well, this is my first Gargoyle based story. : )
Hope you liked it, if you did or didn't, please write me a review. Since I depend on those opinions to know if to continue the story or not.
Here we have a created gargoyle from me, Jacob. Still a little too early to defined him, you can see at least he has a temper, and a very proud heritage, if I may add.
My Hello's…!
Jetta Knex