NEUV:
Series: Blood Ties.
Species: Gargoyle.
Class: Living.
Passage:
Graeme watched the movements of this wary gargress.
Though a foot shorter than his mother Sata, she made up for the lost length
with
her tail. As she trotted along, the movements of her long slender legs
revealed great folds of wing membrane -- on her back legs!
Her body was, in addition to supple and lithe, muted
shades of brown-green, randomly-placed spotches all over her body. Brilliant
orange
eyes even when she wasn’t angry. A corner of Graeme’s mind wondered
if the light orange fuzz on the rear of her head was very soft.
The gargress sat still on one of the massive stone
heads, one which would never awaken. If Graeme’d just arrived, he knew,
she’d just
blend right into the background: another cluster of plants, here, in
Ankor Wat.
Author’s notes:
Neuv’s body type is extremely rare in the present
day; the animal morphology she most resembles is the Sharovipteryx of the
Late Triassic,
a slender lizard which had long gliding legs rather than gliding or
flying arms. Her midlimbs are arms -- shorter copies of the set at her
narrow
shoulders. Neuv is a creature of the wilderness, still nervous about
the bustle of human civilization after several Timedances with Graeme.
Shy
and quick to startle, she does defend the land which she swears to,
though in her own way -- and several pickpockets have found themselves
in various traps throughout Manhattan thanks to her, though mostly
in the park and zoo. Even with all this, she still does not trust humans;
a
psychologist might guess that it is because the humans of her ancestral
protectorate died off....but that’s not the whole reason.
Neuv belongs to an informal category of gargoyle
which have become known as “the blending ones” for their stone habit of
camoflage; in
Neuv, her stone form looks like a pile of shattered stones -- a broken
garg statue. For metabolic reasons, “blending” gargoyles also spend one
night a week in stone sleep -- resulting in a sight which certainly
scared the gargs from TGS canon.
SIGYN:
Series: Blood Ties.
Species: Fae.
Class: Outcast.
Passage:
“Tune scias latine,” it was repeated. “Not everyone
speaks that tongue, Brooklyn,” the red gargoyle was informed by a second
woman’s
voice, just to his left. He turned his head and saw her, a vision of
lovliness. Long black hair, braided all the way down, as crisp as her clothes,
though cleaner. Her clothes looked like they hadn’t been given a thorough
washing in a while, covered with dust, with stains on her sleeves.
Author’s notes:
Sigyn, wife of Loki. One blue eye, one brown eye.
Travels - when not in the Phoenix Gate - as a long-haired human woman.
While her
facial features are northern European, her skin tone is closer to Greek,
mirroring just how far south her Vikings went. In terms of clothing,
she wears somber browns and grey, a match for the cave she has spent
so much time in that “at times, it is like a second home for us.”
In the Timedancer stories, Brooklyn eventually had
learned that it was Loki who was imprisoned within the Pheonix Gate. But
he first meets
with Sigyn when she is ejected from the Gate, and tries to get back
inside.
At first, Brooklyn is wary of her, not knowing who
she is. Later, knowing who Sigyn is, and where she’s been, he tries to
convince her to
cherish her freedom from Loki, and that she’s better off on the outside.
She tells Brooklyn that his words are kind, but she must be reunited
with her husband Loki -- if for no other reason than to allow Brooklyn
to Timedance: without her to ease Loki’s pain, his suffering would be
constant, and thus no great spasms, which are the cause of the Gate
flaring up.
Passage:
Sigyn simply smiled at him. “Your concern is touching,
Brooklyn, but my loyalty is not misplaced any more than yours is for Sata.”
She
paused, sizing him up. “Or Maggie. What you know of her shows great
nobility for the both of you.”
ANE:
Series: Blood Ties.
Species: Gargoyle.
Class: Living.
Passage:
Ane flexed her wings once, twice, then folded them
back up. They had healed superbly, thanks to her long stone sleep. She
unfolded one
wing, then curled it around, so she could rub her knuckle against the
short, soft fur which coated her wings, shielding the tender membranes
from the harshness of cold. There were two gargoyles here with wings
like hers: Brooklyn and Angela, though neither of them enjoyed her
furry-coverings.
None here - save for Fox, the wife of Xanatos, who
owned the castle she had awoken at - had the flame-coloured hair that Ane
did. Her
hair, cut to a length that was proper for a girl her age, was more
the shade of Brooklyn’s skin. {brick}.
Author’s notes:
This woman gargoyle, with soft brown eyes and a
soothing song-voice, was placed into a magical spell.....as was the rest
of her clan, more
than seven hundred years ago.
Though it took her many months after reawakening
in Manhattan, Ane took up watching and learning from the tourists -- after
finding out
what her old job now involved in this city of steel and glass.
Ane, like the rest of her clan, has been horribly
scarred inside their minds, now fearing crowds, loud noises, and other
things which remind
them of the mob that assaulted them before the Byzantine lawmen sliced
open their wings and cast a spell upon the chained-down gargoyles.
Like pre-Timedancing Sata, the simple fact that Ane was a gargoyle
widened the potential careers.
Ane chose the art of paper manufacture. {historical
note: the Khazars were making paper in the 10th century...by contrast,
Spain and Italy
would take two more centuries before they could do likewise}.
Passage:
No, her people were the sons and daughters of Abraham.
Her clan hailed from Esau, son of Isaac.
Her people were gargoyles, as they had wings; but
also were of the Jewry, the proper faith.
“Four,” Davi answered with no pride in his voice.
“And of them, Mava will never fly again: her wings were broken off. The
others - Yona,
Gideon, and Thaddeus - are in better shape, with our wings healed from
what those shatter-happy Byzantines did to us.”
Ane knew what he meant. Before the spell was cast,
their bodies were chained down, and a dagger run through the middle of
each of their
wings. Time and sleep had healed the physical damage, but the mind
was harder to soothe.
While they did indeed have wings, they found it
more comfortable to walk. An old habit, perhaps, but a tradition nonetheless.
It was also a
kindness on Mava’s wingless condition. And whenever Mava stumbled,
Gideon was there to support her back up.
ORA:
Series: Blood Ties.
Species: Gargoyle.
Class: Living.
Passage:
A bowl of stew was pushed under Sata’s saddened
face, causing her to look up, even if for no other reason than to avoid
the steam stinging
her eyes. But she still stayed sitting on the boulder. She saw that
the bowl was being held out by the steady hand of the tan-bodied checker-
winged gargoyle.
“What?”
Sata demanded, quickly thereafter knowing that she
was not being respectfull, but then -- in her mind -- why should she be
polite to those
who were about to invade her homeland?
“You should eat, even if you refuse to fight,” the
cook’s helper told her. “Come now, it’s good food. We’re not like the barbarians
who poison
food,” with a chuckle; stories of the kings’ courts of the far west
were often amusing to simple folk like him.
Author’s notes:
Ora was a gargoyle in the service of the Golden
Horde. When Sata Timedanced in, he the band he was in -- mostly human --
were preparing
to launch boats and rule Nippon. {aka, Japan}. Sata was understandably
upset at that Ora is, and always has been, loyal to his superiors, and
most importantly, to the Great Khan Loyalty to this gargoyle means
a willingness to live, fight, and die all at the Khan’s word. With a code
of honor
just as complex as Sata’s, they butted heads several times during her
stay there.
FLUKE:
Series: Blood Ties.
Species: Gargoyle.
Class: Living.
Passage:
A flash went off, somebody’s camera taking a picture
of the swimming garg-beast. *That* got it’s attention, the body flicking
to aim the head
at the glass. The eyes lit up, releasing a light like a dozen flashes.
Seconds later, the light dimmed in Elisa and the
cameraman’s eyes, though little black dots danced in their vision for a
while afterwards. The
cameraman moved on, looking for something safer to photograph.
Elisa turned to ask Goliath if he wanted to stay
at this exhibit a little longer -- and touched his stone arm! She stepped
away, more shocked
than horrified.
Author’s notes:
Fluke was the name given to this gargress by the
workers at the Manhattan Aquarium. The rough intelligence of Bronx, she
was accidentally
trapped in in a deep-water net, and hauled up with the rest of the
catch. Owing to a development with her breathing system, she began to choke
as soon as she was brought out of the water.
Fluke’s wings and arms are shaped much like the
‘wings’ of a sea lion -- though they do have claws at the tips of each
wingfin. Her body is as
sleek as a sea lion, and her tail is more diamond-shaped like a manatee.
Many creatures which live in the perpetual darkness of the ocean depths
have developed bioluminesence -- the ability to glow. Fluke’s kind
use their glowing eyes to stun prey and predators alike....including a
larger,
more aggressive species of aquatic gargoyle!
In the words of one of the keepers in charge of
Fluke at the aquarium, “she’s easy to get along with, well-mannered, and
likes a belly-rub as
much as our whales and dolphins do.” fly again: her wings were broken
off. The others - Yona, Gideon, and Thaddeus.