not all wolves are the same // Closed RP // distractedpainter
As she realized that the little creature had moved closer, most likely out of curiosity, Wynn felt her face heating up. He was looking right at her as she held her hoodie against her chest, having not yet gotten the chance to tug it over her head. She should’ve been used to the nudity part of being a werewolf, but honestly, Wynn still found herself rather embarrassed by it.
”I… y-yes…” Her voice came out as something of a squeak as the creature blurted out its apparent realization of her gender. Seconds later, he scurried around to the other side of the cans, leaving her back there to clothe herself. Despite the fact that she only had the sweater to wear, it would be enough to cover her - since being turned, Wynn had gotten into the habit of buying large-sized hoodies that would hang past her thighs when worn - that way, the loss of her pants wouldn’t be quite so terrible.
Quickly, Wynn pulled the hoodie over her form, tugging it down and over herself. A quick jerk past her rear assured her that it would cover her more embarrassing areas. She listened to little creature as she did so, quickly catching his name as he told her.
”L… Lexington… ? L-Like the street… ?” Her heart was still racing from the scuffle, and talking helped to calm her down a little. There’d been a lot of grabbing involved in that fight, and quite frankly… she wasn’t fond of physical contact. Not from strangers, and not when it was quite so violent. She was just glad that she’d managed to stay relatively calm during the majority of the ordeal. This wasn’t just any stranger though - this was a gargoyle. She’d heard of many things since becoming a werewolf, but this was the first time she’d heard of a gargoyle that wasn’t statuary decoration on a building. “I’ve never… heard of anything like you b’fore…”
Looking up, Wynn blinked as she caught sight of him peeking at her over the top of the trashcans. He wasn’t that scary, now that she got a good look at him - at least, not as much as she’d originally thought. “M-Me? Um… my name’s… I’m Wynn.” Shifting, the girl stood up, tugging her sweater down to ensure that it would cover her as she did. “I was just… coming home from work. Those guys started following me, s-so… I ducked in here. I was trying to scare them off…” Her hands fidgeted in front of her somewhat nervously. She’d never been very good at talking to people.
Despite the hushed tone of his voice, Wynn still managed to pick up what he was saying. A look of surprise came over her features, and the werewolf tilted her head slightly to the side. “S… Someone else… ?” she questioned, sounding rather curious now. “Who… ? A-Another werewolf?” She’d yet to encounter another of her kind within this city. Could there be a pack in Manhattan? One that she could join? It would certainly be safer for her if there was, and she could find it. Lone wolves were more likely to have troubles with hunters than those who belonged to packs did. “They were like me?”
Now, after the battle was over, the tense atmosphere between them gone and she finally dressed, Lexington figured that the trash cans between them weren’t needed anymore and was actually quite curious to find out more about her. Walking around the containers, he kneeled down in front of her. She was tugging her hoodie to make sure she was all covered, but Lexington thought she shouldn’t be embarrassed. After all, the entirety of his clothing was a loincloth and belt.
"Yeah, like the street. I named myself!", he was quite proud of that name. It connected him to the island he had sworn to protect and reminded him of that task every day, just like his brothers did, who had chosen similar names. Listening to her, Lexington wasn’t surprised that this woman hadn’t heard of his race and his voice got a litte deeper, darker. "There aren’t many left."
It was hard to admit that simple fact. His clan had contained multiple dozens of gargoyles once. A thousand years ago. Now they hardly counted more than ten and it was the same all over the world. He still had his closest friends around him, but so many were gone forever. Trying to force all of this into the back of his head, Lex looked back into her eyes. Wynn was her name and except for her animalistic side, she seemed to be a normal, working girl from around town.
"So it was really me who messed up." was his conclusion and he could not help but to slap his palm against his forehead. Again he had caused trouble for others by losing his head over the Pack. "I have also never met a person that could transform into a wolf at will. Sounds like something out of a horror movie I watched with my brothers. Are you a werewolf?"
Despite being a gargoyle himself, he believed that all creature in human fantasy were in some way inspired by tricks the shapeshifting children of Oberon played on them. For something like a werewolf to actually exist. Lexington could understand why she was so interested in knowing if there were more of her kind in Manhattan, but the smaller gargoyle could not prevent his face from taking on a nasty grimace.
"He is not like you. He calls himself Wolf, and he was human once, yes, but he and the Pack are obsessed with hunting us. For fun. That guy even put himself into the hands of a mad scientist to perform mutation experiments on him. He was turned into a half wolf, so to speak, but he can’t transform back. He went so far just to take me and my clan down.”
The glow in his eyes would only perish slowly after he stopped speaking.
Broadway turned briefly to watch Lex take another spoonful of the warm soup and he smirked to himself, turning away to fiddle with the VCR some more as Lex began to describe Golden Girls. It is a funny show, he thought fondly to himself, and he couldn’t help but flinch a bit when he let out the gagging cough. It was worrisome, that was why he had made the soup in the first place.
"Ok," He agreed with Lex, and his claw found the more recent tapes as gifts from Elisa and sometimes even Matt. "Yeah, there was.." Broadway tapped the case with one claw, and slid it out. "Dragonheart." He said, gazing down at the cover. A bright array of color was on it, along with the silhouette of a dragon. Looked good. He looked back at Lexington, holding up the tape and reading out the summary. "A epic fantasy adventure with amazing effects. You up for it?"
Just about to take a tissue from the Kleenex box that literally never left his side, Lex examined the cover as well. The small gargoyle had a little weakness for dragons, to be honest. Thinking about it, he probably mentioned it once to Elisa, while telling her about that one time King Arthur was in town and they literally had to fight one in central park.
"Can’t deny that it looks quite cool.", Lex said and gave his nose a blow. It was horrible to be unable to breath through it and since he got sick it was clogged all the time. On top of that, the green, slimy stuff that came out was quite nasty. "If this goes on any longer I will finish that tissue box before the movie is over."
Lex really tried to stop complaining about it every two seconds, but there was only so much he could do.
"I love how humans call these things fantasy adventures. If they knew, eh?”, he chuckled, which wasn’t such a good idea. Feeling the cough coming, he swallowed it down with soup, but his bowl was almost empty.
"We could make some tea during the commercials, right?", he proposed, trying to stand up; too fast, as he was met with a sudden dizzy feeling before his weak legs collapsed under him and he had to grab the back of the couch to not fall to the ground. "Damn it!"
Moving to Manhattan || Gargoyle AU
It had been time to move on. The rest of his clan was gone; he was the last one within the small town of Peach Creek. He sat on the edge of the library, staring out over the town from the historic building. He nervously twisted the ring on his right hand and shifted again. He couldn’t stay here; the town didn’t need him to look after them anymore.
Rumor had it of a clan up in Manhattan. It was a far way away, almost the opposite side of the country in fact. He was all the way in Nevada after all. His only chance was the ring. He had used it before, plenty of times in fact, but never that far. He climbed from the edge and walked to the attic of the library where his clan used to live. He looked around, sadness flooding him as he walked through the now empty area. He sat down at his desk, piled high with books that he had borrowed from the library. He had to return them before he left or at least leave some money behind for the ones he wanted to take.
He already had the ones he wanted set aside so he brought books by the pile back down stairs were the librarians would find them. When he returned to his lair, he had to sit down as the waves of sadness crashed into him. Placing clawed hands over his face he cried.
Pulling himself together, he packed up his things. He packed a large and old green coat, an item that his best friend Ed used to wear. He packed the chain his friend Eddy wore as a belt. He packed books and food as well, already wearing all the clothing he owned, a torn pair of purple jeans. He had everything packed in a large, very old leather duffle bag. He couldn’t wait any longer. He rolled up his bedroll and tied it to his duffle bag. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he had to be careful of his wings. He placed the strap between his wings so it would be comfortable.
He held out his hand, the onyx stone on his ring glowing black as he swung his hand in a circle in front of him, his mind focusing on a place he wanted to go. Once the circle was complete, a portal appeared and a rooftop appeared before him. Taking a deep breath, he pulled on the long green coat and pulled down the black and white striped beanie on his head and over the brow ridges on his forehead and stepped in. He turned and closed the portal by grabbing the edges and pulling them together, closing the portal.
The Gargoyle found himself on a rooftop looking over a large city. He was so light headed, the energy he needed to do a portal that far had taken a lot out of him. He sat heavily down and rubbed his temples through his hat. Maybe he could find a place to stay to recover until he found the clan said to be here.
It was annoying to go on patrol alone. Not only was it incredibly boring, but it happened way to often lately. Brooklyn preferred to go with Katana, or Nashville, to have an eye on him. He had been alone with his family for a long time and still used to cling a little bit too much to them. Broadway was the same with Angela. Goliath followed Elisa around and even though everybody offered him to accompany them, being around these couples was…awkward.
So now Lexington was again out on his own, lost in thoughts about a program he was trying to get running at the moment, just to keep his head from analyzing how actually alone he was at the moment. It was a scary thing. But the Manhattan Clan was small and they had to cover a lot of ground in their mission to protect this island, this city. They couldn’t effort to stick together in larger groups anymore. Too many villains seemed to roam the streets these days.
A bright flash of light struck down right next to him. Lexington could feel the heat on his skin. Electricity, but the sky was clear tonight and no storm to be seen. That only left one explanation. Instinctively, the khaki-colored gargoyle made a quick side turn, barely avoiding the next shot. Performing a barrel roll, Lex glimpsed behind himself, spotting some sort of aircraft just above him. It made no sound, which was probably the reason he hadn’t noticed it before.
Judging by the beam of electricity, it was likely that Quarrymen were operating this thing, but when did they get such advanced technology? Didn’t Elisa talk about a break-in just two days ago? If he remembered correctly, she mentioned a military base. Fine, now he knew what was going on, but that didn’t solve his problem.
Dodging another beam, he took off in the opposite direction towards the route Brooklyn and Katana were patrolling, passing over the top of a building. Trying to hit the small and agile gargoyle, the rooftop was hit with multiple shots that lit up the scene. During these brief moments, Lexington thought he saw another gargoyle there. But who? And how!? To his surprise, the foreign gargoyle didn’t move. Like he was paralyzed, he made no attempt to escape; and the quarrymen noticed that as well, changing their target. Turning around himself, Lexington headed for said roof. He had an idea.
Upon landing, he grabbed the over one by the arm and started to run for the exit that would lead them into the building, where the aircraft couldn’t follow, while lightning struck around them.
"Don’t ask, just run!"
[[I could seriously rant about this for days]]
Because when you have less than ten months to make fifty-two episodes, you need to subcontract out to other studios. There’s nothing lazy about it, but if Walt Disney Animation did all fifty-two, it would have taken about five years to get the season out. Five years.
On one hand, I’m glad we got our 52-episode season. On the other hand, five years of Gargoyles might have been awesome.
People need to remember that the Disney Afternoon shows were among the last of the great era of after-school cartoons done with traditional cel animation. They had to farm out the artwork because it was physically impossible for one studio to do it all. I’m not sure if digital would make it possible today for Disney to push out a 52 episode season, either. Or if they’d even do a 52 episode season for anything.
Yeah, it just never happens anymore. Plus, we need to look at what happened with Walt Disney Television Animation at the time. Let’s say the next thirteen episodes were a season, we’d have ended with “City of Stone” or “High Noon”… then you get the shake up at Disney, which was already happening with the war between Eisner and Katzenberg, and so many jumping ship to go to Dreamworks, not to mention the new execs in charge of Disney TV who forced Greg Weisman out…
Which means, assuming we got a third season, we’d have gotten “The Goliath Chronicles” after “City of Stone” … and assuming the fandom ever became what it was, we’d be asking Greg for seventeen years “what happened to the eggs?” “What are the Weird Sisters?” “Do Goliath and Elisa like each other as more than friends?”
[[I think I need to clarify that this picture was never meant to offend the Walt Disney animation on Gargoyles and I have no idea how this was interpreted this way. I think it was rather obvious here that Disney was the one doing the best job on the shows visuals.
It was about how horrible I find the work Sunwoo Animations has done on the show in multiple episodes. Their quality of work is far below that of the original work by Disney, while other Animation Studios like Tama Productions, KoKo Entertainment or Animal-Ya were able to hold the standart.
The tag #LazyBastards I put on this was not meant for Disney, but for Sunwoo and the other one #WaltDisneyShouldHaveDoneItAllTheTime was a compliment on the amazing job they did and that I wished the quality they started the series with would’ve been consistent in all of the other studios, which it only partial was.]]
This is out of the Gargoyles Marvel comics (issue #4) which are not considered canon, but still. Can we talk about this?
Coz this made me feel lots of things. Ugh. Just imagine him waking up the next day!
Got the pictures and captions from here.
[[I could seriously rant about this for days]]
[[episode 7 - in which every human is blind. must be the sunglasses.]]
Season 2, Episode 5: “The Mirror”
Years after watching this, it occurred to me that the reason those women were smirking and winking was because they were seeing three fairly attractive young men running around in public wearing nothing but loin cloths…
I had that realization too recently.
I laughed for about five hours. That’s public transportation for you.
"Could you imagine? Gargoyles everywhere! And I indeed can appreciate a beautiful woman when I see one!"
Oh wow, this is lovely! Are you going to color them?
Are these 3D models? This is amazing!
I defeated him at the first try, even though I had a slight level disadvantage. I even had some sort of a strategy! Goliath wasn’t that useful though. His normal attacks did no damage. It was Brooklyns ember that had to do the trick. It was still hard though. I’m a little proud.
But this is it for today. But I will continue this game. It’s awesome!
According to this guy, we have to beat that Brock guy in order to leave this town. This will be our first gym and last challenge for today, I think.
Bring it on!
This is kinda cute. A pokemon that makes you fall asleep through its singing. By the way, I really liked the music in that forest, and just in general. It’s really enjoyable.
"If we would say something like that to Goliath or Hudson they would probably think they reek! Who thought of that!", he said, continuously talking about that one sentence while he was already out of the city and on the way back now. "Boulder badge…maybe in, uhm, Boulder….town? You know I have no clue just like you! But I guess it’s the first one we have to get."
Broadway chuckled at the idea of saying it often and looked back down at the game as Lex caught his first pokemon. ”This is pretty violent, you have to knock out other people’s pets just to win the game.” Broadway said with a amused laugh.
"But they are basicly immortal, if I got that right. Even if they are defeated, you can just heal them again.", Lex replied not really thinking about it, before it hit him, "That really is aweful. You just force them to fight over and over again. I hope they treat this more as a sport than anything else.”
Out of the forest already without going to the Pokemon Center once! They all got nothin’ on Goliath and he is already on par with Brooklyn level wise. This was easy!