Written by: Rodlox
Note: I'm using both data from the series, as well as what fanfic I've
read, for this. any ommissions are entirely my own.
~~~~ Scene: Manhattan, New York, USA:
"Wait" you're saying. "Wings? Why are wings under a bathing suit?" It's a good question. And one that gives a sour answer; sour because to learn why wings might be covered, we must remind ourselves what wings are . . . An old riddle asks "What is the largest organ in the human body?"The answer - "Skin." Now we have a new question: "What are the three largest organs of a gargoyle?" The answer, in my opinion: "Skin, wings, tail." Although some of them might add 'and beak.' :) In a number of flying species, wings are used for courtship. This
can range from bright colours, to intricate dances and waves; ostriches
do this as
If modern flying animals can do this, argue paleontologists, so too could pterosaurs, which could in all likelyhood, also see colour. We don't know in canon how gargoyles see at night -- if
it's a form of built-in night vision goggles, or ultraviolet/infrared,
achromatic, or some
Could we not envision that, as the breeding season approaches, the wings begin to change colour? Even if nothing more than one spot on each wing -- how many reasons would something of gargoyle size require 'eyespots'? Perhaps to provide contrasts - a silver dot on an otherwise dark wing - to attract a mate. Note that, while a few writers have given gargoyles a special reaction to being rubbed between the wings, the topic of the wings themselves has been untouched. Even the tail gets more attention - figuratively and literally - than their fellow appendages. Why is this? Do people despair of finding a fabric that is both comfortable *and* does not interfere with the gliding-flight of gargoyles? I admit, this is a hurdle; one I myself could not cross. I hope it is not a hurdle to many for much longer. In ending, I leave you with something that I would have sent here, had
I been able to complete it. From Angela's perspective, this is what
inspired
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A perfect place for me to hide and wait it out. My wings are already paling. Yesterday evening, I spied a silver streak on one wing; a small one, barely noticable, but still. That was when I ran - glided - away from home, away from my clan._
and remember: these are only ideas. thoughts, not commands.
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