I didn't create the Gargoyles. Greg Weisman did.
Written for Challenge100 LJ community's challenge #51, "Slippery When Wet."
The raindrops pierced her gargoyle body, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. It became too difficult to glide, so she landed near a farm.
She wandered aimlessly, looking for shelter. Her wings caped around her for minimal warmth. Her teeth chattered as droplets fell from her crimson hair.
Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder softly. She turned to see a concerned old man with an umbrella.
"You sure are wet! Need somewhere to stay?"
She nodded, surprised at his kindness. Inside his house, she was treated both to a meal that satisfied her empty stomach and a glimpse of human compassion.