In His Eyes
A Tail of Bronx
Jenigoyle
Well, once again, gargs aren't-----oh, to heck with it!!!!! I've said it TOO MANY times!!! Anyway, this is for you, Midz-she did a little piece with Cagney and we thought it would be cute to do Bronx, so here goes nothing. I don't exactly know how a tenth century garg beast thinks, but we'll give it a shot-feel free to tell me it was great/good/the worst thing you ever laid eyes on, etc. It takes place after the Hunter's Moon trilogy so I could address some of the issues I haven't gotten to in the IHE series, so this is kind of a "spin-off," not really a part of my IHE but it is, in a way; just different. It won't interfere with or deal with Goliath's thoughts in my IHE series. By the way, MidnightzStorm has a little contest going on-go to to find out more-some good stuff there (besides our stories, hehe). Well, enough of my rambling, so I'll step aside now and let Bronx do the talking- I mean, barking. Sheesh.
Manhatten, 1996-Just after the Hunter's Moon; the clan has been reinstated to Wyvern
I ran out onto the terrace happily with my masters, barking in the attempt to tell them how excited I am to be home.
I never did get used to the clock tower-there was not much to do except watch television with the elder. Well, nothing until the night the leader and human woman took me on some little boat with the man in armor into the sea. We had some fun times.
I pick up a pair of dark glasses in my mouth as the red one is looking for something. Sensing that it is the object I have, I trot up to him and proudly present my prize. He takes it and gives me affectionate words of thanks, and I bark in pleasure.
Something catches my eye from up above us though, and I look up.
I see the leader with the human woman.
She is our friend-I like her very much! She used to be scared of me, but now she always takes the time to give me a pat and many times she gives me a treat-sometimes a steak when no one is looking.
She came with us on the boat, and we probably wouldn't have gotten home without her. Someone else came with us, too. She was a gargoyle that looked a lot like the leader and his mate-the one with bright hair and bad temper. She is not our friend.
I used to like her, but she got mean. Now she wants to hurt me and the others. And our human friend, too. I don't want her to hurt the human, and neither does the leader. Maybe that is why he made her leave. Or maybe that's why she wanted to leave. I don't know. Anyway, I don't like her anymore.
I like the new gargoyle though. She is nice and kind, a lot like the leader. She is like the human, more like her in fact than like the bad gargoyle. She seems sad sometimes though, and I try to keep her company when she is alone and sometimes she cries while hugging me. I think she is a little lonely.
I am still looking up at the leader and our friend.
She is looking up at him adoringly, and he's touching her face-or is he stroking her hair? I cock my head to the side as I try to decide, and as I continue my silent observation, she jumps up and grabs him! I almost bark in alarm, but then she puts her face to his and jumps back down. Then the sun comes up but not before I notice a big smile on the leader's face- he is very happy!
And then the sun comes up. Time to sleep. Maybe tomorrow our friend will bring me a steak!
Well, that was it-just a cute little story I whipped up in a few minutes. Like I said, I don't know how Bronx really thinks-I don't know whether to call him sentient or not; that's a whole huge debate, and if you doubt it, go to the Station 8 website and ask Greg himself, hehe. Well, that's all for now! Until sunset, my friends.
Well, once again, gargs aren't-----oh, to heck with it!!!!! I've said it TOO MANY times!!! Anyway, this is for you, Midz-she did a little piece with Cagney and we thought it would be cute to do Bronx, so here goes nothing. I don't exactly know how a tenth century garg beast thinks, but we'll give it a shot-feel free to tell me it was great/good/the worst thing you ever laid eyes on, etc. It takes place after the Hunter's Moon trilogy so I could address some of the issues I haven't gotten to in the IHE series, so this is kind of a "spin-off," not really a part of my IHE but it is, in a way; just different. It won't interfere with or deal with Goliath's thoughts in my IHE series. By the way, MidnightzStorm has a little contest going on-go to to find out more-some good stuff there (besides our stories, hehe). Well, enough of my rambling, so I'll step aside now and let Bronx do the talking- I mean, barking. Sheesh.
Manhatten, 1996-Just after the Hunter's Moon; the clan has been reinstated to Wyvern
I ran out onto the terrace happily with my masters, barking in the attempt to tell them how excited I am to be home.
I never did get used to the clock tower-there was not much to do except watch television with the elder. Well, nothing until the night the leader and human woman took me on some little boat with the man in armor into the sea. We had some fun times.
I pick up a pair of dark glasses in my mouth as the red one is looking for something. Sensing that it is the object I have, I trot up to him and proudly present my prize. He takes it and gives me affectionate words of thanks, and I bark in pleasure.
Something catches my eye from up above us though, and I look up.
I see the leader with the human woman.
She is our friend-I like her very much! She used to be scared of me, but now she always takes the time to give me a pat and many times she gives me a treat-sometimes a steak when no one is looking.
She came with us on the boat, and we probably wouldn't have gotten home without her. Someone else came with us, too. She was a gargoyle that looked a lot like the leader and his mate-the one with bright hair and bad temper. She is not our friend.
I used to like her, but she got mean. Now she wants to hurt me and the others. And our human friend, too. I don't want her to hurt the human, and neither does the leader. Maybe that is why he made her leave. Or maybe that's why she wanted to leave. I don't know. Anyway, I don't like her anymore.
I like the new gargoyle though. She is nice and kind, a lot like the leader. She is like the human, more like her in fact than like the bad gargoyle. She seems sad sometimes though, and I try to keep her company when she is alone and sometimes she cries while hugging me. I think she is a little lonely.
I am still looking up at the leader and our friend.
She is looking up at him adoringly, and he's touching her face-or is he stroking her hair? I cock my head to the side as I try to decide, and as I continue my silent observation, she jumps up and grabs him! I almost bark in alarm, but then she puts her face to his and jumps back down. Then the sun comes up but not before I notice a big smile on the leader's face- he is very happy!
And then the sun comes up. Time to sleep. Maybe tomorrow our friend will bring me a steak!
Well, that was it-just a cute little story I whipped up in a few minutes. Like I said, I don't know how Bronx really thinks-I don't know whether to call him sentient or not; that's a whole huge debate, and if you doubt it, go to the Station 8 website and ask Greg himself, hehe. Well, that's all for now! Until sunset, my friends.