Morning in Castle Wyvern

by Rosepixie

A series of very short stories about characters from Gargoyles in the morning. There is very little plot, but it is safe to assume that the stories all take place on the same morning, so small connections may become evident. I have no current plans to expand any of these into longer stories, but may continue to add more of them over time.

3. Bronx

Bronx was curled up in the soft nest of blankets next to Hudson's chair. Nobody was paying any attention to him and he was tired of it. Tonight, Hudson and the younger gargoyles were watching the glowing box again.

There were things that Bronx enjoyed on the glowing box, of course. Sometimes they put on something that had brightly colored characters who reminded him of the gargoyle hatchlings. The little colored things would sing often, too. Unfortunately, that wasn't what they had on.

Bronx tried to understand the appeal, but the box was just showing a lot of little people talking. Nothing interesting was happening at all, yet the gargoyles around him were riveted by it. They laughed often, but he couldn't figure out why.

Eventually, he became so bored that he got up and left the room. Alex had been put to bed, so he couldn't go visit the hatchling again until tonight. He headed up to the courtyard and battlements.

It was good to feel the air outside, the wind on his hide. He still felt like the smells here were wrong, but he was becoming accustomed to them. Propping his front talons up on the battlement walls, he looked out over the city far below. Bronx thought that all the twinkly lights were silly. How did anyone hunt here with all that light to show the prey where the hunters were?

Before long, the sky began to lighten and the gargoyles came trooping up out of the castle to join Bronx on the battlements. They were laughing and playing, which Bronx normally found entertaining, but today he couldn't figure out what was so amusing.

It was almost morning. Perhaps everything would make more sense tomorrow.