AN: Gargoyles and its affiliated characters belong to Disney/Greg. Any other characters belong to me. Sorry for the delay, I hadn't realized how long it had been since I posted.
Decisions
Sunset arrived. I stood from kneeling and stretched to my full height, arms above my head and roared into the night. The sound of stone striking stone caught my attention. I lowered my hands, eyes wide. I spun, staring just over my shoulder. A wing. A white wing. My tail wrapped around my ankle, nearly knocking me down. I was a gargoyle again.
I was still in the dining hall. My nostrils flared and I arched my back, surprise at my transformation drowned as instinct welled up. I was a gargoyle again. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the room through a red haze. I was a female tonight. My tail lashed and I stalked towards the door. I shivered as the breeze caressed my skin. My clothing rubbed uncomfortably against me. It was too much. My talons easily shredded the flimsy garments, freeing my movements. I stretched my arms and wings luxuriously, arching my back again with a hiss of pleasure.
I reached the courtyard, a trail of clothing behind me. I tossed my head, the wind catching my hair and whipping it away from me. My nostrils flared again and I spun, growling. I caught the arm of the green male and threw him away from me. He was barely worth the effort. Two others were nearby. They had yet to make an appearance. I leapt onto the battlements and spread my wings, screeching defiance.
I stood to my full height, twisting to look behind me, back arched and hips cocked. I would allow them to see what they would never have. A smirk crossed my face. They would never touch me. I leapt from the battlements, done toying with the other males. They were not worth my effort, either.
Goliath watched the female leap from the battlements, chest heaving. His skin tingled, his groin tight with lust. It had been centuries since he had felt like this. He groaned, hands clenched. The Rookery Guardian was a female gargoyle again. He shook his head, trying to banish the image of her before she left. She was not for him. He did not know what sorcery was at work. But he did know that sorcery never lasted.
A flash of red out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Brooklyn dove from the battlements in pursuit of the female. Jealousy surged up inside of Goliath and he took a half step forward. She should be his. He shook his head. "No," he said out loud, turning away. He had mated and it was broken. He had loved and he was alone. He was finished. Let Brooklyn have this night. Let him deal with the pain that followed.
"That's it, lad? Yeh're just gonna let her go like that?" Hudson asked, blocking the way into the castle.
Goliath glared at his mentor. His emotions—his need—was driving him mad. Now was a bad time to tangle with him. "She does not need me," he snapped. "This night will pass." He felt sweat pop out on his forehead. The night could not pass soon enough.
"Aye, no female needs a male, especially on a night like tonight," Hudson agreed. His eyes ran over Goliath, pausing at the loincloth. He arched a browridge, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "But males have need of females." Goliath closed his wings in embarrassment. Hudson chuckled. "If ye decide to leave her be, then yeh deserve your fate. I'm going to watch the television."
Goliath scowled after his old mentor, tail twitching. He took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen, determined to withstand the night. His foot caught on something. He bent down and picked it up. It was Danna's shirt. Hand shaking, he brought it to his nose and breathed deeply. A low groan escaped. "Damn." The shirt had not yet hit the floor by the time Goliath leapt from the battlements.