Chapter 7
New York Storm Sewers
Demona caped her wings closer as she walked through the garbage-strewn tunnels. Wrinkling her nose, she cursed the humans for trashing the planet. "It will be worth the trouble to secure a new source of magic." She smiled at the thought of furthering mission to rid the earth of human infestation.
Sure, she had made a truce with the remnants of the Wyvern Clan. But she was immortal. When the presence of gargoyles became formally recognized by humanity, and her kind began working towards having equal rights with humans, Demona realized it would be easier to back off for now to ensure their safety. For now, humans were too numerous to threaten, but they were self-destructive. With a few nudges here and there (assisted by her company and sorcery) they would take care of themselves. She would be patient.
The Lair
Yolanda did her best to show some manners during dinner despite the black hole her stomach seemed to have become. The transformation seemed to have burned a lot of calories. She had gone to bed a human, and woken up a gargoyle. "Please pass the fried wont-ton," she asked.
Raph stared at her, noting how she looked at everything set before her with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "I thought Mikey was bad!" He gave her credit for having the strength to survive the ordeal in the lab, but he kept a wary eye on her. She might be a threat to his family.
Leo was also keeping an eye on their new guest. Her aura was turbulent. He wondered why Splinter was so easy to invite her to dinner. "Is he testing her or trying to glean information?" Leo decided it may be a bit of both.
Donnie examined the gargoyle with a critical eye. Her kind had much potential. Both scientifically, and hopefully, reproduction-wise. The Hamato brothers were a mix of turtle and human dna. However, the mutagen that was also part of their genetics might help them reproduce with other beings. Donnie and his brothers didn't want to be last of their clan, but always assumed no one would look at them as potential mates. Since most humans seemed to fear the stone-warriors, and they also seemed to be few in number, perhaps some gargoyles wouldn't mind a turtle mate.
Mikey was hoping they had made a new friend. As positive as he seemed on the outside, he had learned over the years how things were not always as they seemed. He may project the persona of a sunny, fluff-headed ball of energy, but he was smarter than that. "Why go through life with a stick up your ass?" Mikey wondered if he could entice her to watch a movie with him. He would let her pick, of course. It would give him insight into her personality.
Casey gave Yolanda a questioning look. "That's an interesting accent. Where are you from?"
Despite all of the stress she had been through, something bubbled up through her brain. She couldn't help herself. Yolanda quirked a brow ridge. "Lots of places." Leo choked on his tea. "So," she thought. "They do have Highlander in this dimension."
