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Renard and Brock's Super Gargoyle Growth Drive - Chapter 5
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The fact that three gargoyles were now standing in the middle of a construction site was quick to hit the news. Almost faster was the Xanatos corporation’s response to it. Immediately, the company’s resources tied up the construction site like a sailor’s knot, and quickly and quietly expedited the gargoyles back to Castle Wyvern; under considerable duress, as Brooklyn alone required an entire helicopter crew to air-lift his stone form back home. When the sun finally set, and the gargoyles awoke, David Xanatos was waiting along the castle walls, hoping to speak with the clan leader.
“Well, didn’t realize gargoyles could sleepwalk,” Xanatos smirked.
“What… what happened?” Brooklyn asked, gingerly stepping down from his parapet and cradling his belly.
“We found you out by a construction site… figured it would be best to get you home before you got a ‘proper’ Queens welcome and we’d have to scrub graffiti off of you. Why were you out there, anyways?”
“Well, it--”
“Our glorious leader decided an impromptu archeological dig was necessary,” Nero supplied, dusting off his clothes. “And then the little green one found an artifact that made him not so little.”
Xanatos chuckled. “We noticed when we had to airlift Lexington… he was too heavy for the elevators. This was some sort of… gargoyle aging thing?”
“In a matter of speaking,” Nero muttered. “I hope you’re not planning any other impromptu expeditions, o magnificent one.” He addressed Brooklyn in a slightly acerbic tone; he didn’t much appreciate turning to stone in some dirty construction site.
The burly red gargoyle ignored Nero and eyed Xanatos; he’d gone far to prove he wasn’t a threat to the Manhattan Clan anymore, but it was just smart to be wary of the business tycoon. “So… what do you want to talk about, Xanatos?”
“Just a small matter… have you seen Puck around lately?”
Brooklyn raised his eyebrow. “Uhm… a couple of times, why?”
“Oh, nothing to be concerned about, I’m sure. But none of us have seen him for a while. I’m sure he’ll turn up.” Xanatos grinned as he began to walk away. “You might want to consider visiting the gym again… I know you were always the big guy, but it’s not like you’re in competition with anyone.”
Brooklyn snorted and glared after Xanatos; but not without trying to suck in his gut a bit. That didn’t stop him from immediately grabbing at a plate of beignets, carried by Mar. “Straight from the kitchen, boss. Was told to bring it out to--” The otter-faced gargoyle barely had time to speak before Brooklyn snatched it up.
“Uh…” Mar’s mouth hung open as he watched Brooklyn eat ravenously.
“...What?” Brooklyn asked, a bit of powdered sugar smeared on his beak.
“Nothing, boss.”
“Brooks! Did you see Xanatos?” Lexington, still a powerhouse of muscle, lumbered up to his clan leader. “I’ve never seen him looking nervous before; he said Puck’s missing?”
“Yeah… it’s weird, I thought I saw him just last night. You, uh…” Brooklyn felt a pang of jealousy as he eyed his clan brother’s bulging, muscular frame, and the gold torque adorned with miniature bear’s heads that straddled his thickened neck. “You still feeling good about that thing?”
“Yeah!” Lexington flexed his arm, watching his bicep swell and bounce. “It feels great… I get why you always like being big.”
“Yeah…”
There was a slight pause when Mar, feeling the tension before Lexington picked up on it, leaned against the castle walls. “Well… at least the night’s clearing up. Was afraid of rain.”
“Might be good gliding weather. At least, for those of us who still can.” Nero chimed in, ignoring the dirty the others gave him.
The clouds cleared, revealing a bright, full moon. As the moonlight shined down on the castle, it caught the glint of the ruby eyes in Lexington’s torque. The bear heads began glowing, and a golden haze began to envelop the muscular gargoyle.
“Lex!”
“Dude!”
“Do not touch him!”
As Brooklyn and Mar reached out for Lexington, and Nero tried pulling them back, they were enveloped in the golden haze as well, and in a flash of light and color, Castle Wyvern vanished.
Brooklyn, Nero, Mar, and Lexington peered out into a dense fog, feeling lush grass underfoot. The three smaller gargoyles stood defensively around their porcine clan leader, claws beared.
“Dude, where are we?” Mar asked.
The mists began to clear, and the three gargoyles saw they were in a thickly wooded meadow; a starry sky was overhead, and, in the distance, a sprawling castle was carved out of a rolling mountain range, reflected in a crystal clear lake.
“Avalon!” Brooklyn gasped.
“Well, obviously.” Nero muttered, craning his neck.
“Aren’t Goliath and Elisa here?” Lexington asked. “Maybe we can visit; I’d like to see Goliath’s face when he sees me like this!” He smirked and flexed his arms.
“Yeah. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled,” Brooklyn grumbled.
“I do not think we have time for chit-chat with this Goliath,” Nero huffed. “We should move for home, now.”
“We only just got here.” Lexington tugged at the torque around his neck. “Besides… I don’t know how to get us back.”
“Tch!” Nero threw up his arms. “Very well. I will find my own way home; by your leave, clan leader,” he said with a mocking bow. The serpent-like gargoyle turned on his heel and stalked off into the forest.
“Wait!” Brooklyn took a lumbering step after him, but Lexington tugged on his arm.
“Leave him, Brooks. If he wants to get lost, it’s his own fault. I mean, it’s Avalon. Worst case, he runs into the Avalon Clan and annoys them until we go get him. C’mon, I’m sure Goliath wants to catch up!” Lexington grinned.
“Yeah… only thing is, where’s Goliath? Or anyone else, for that matter?” Brooklyn craned his neck, looking around the forest. Even Oberon’s Castle looked oddly deserted.
Lexington shrugged his broad shoulders. “Well… we can split up. It’s not like we’re in danger, right? We just need to remember to meet back here.”
“No, that won’t work,” Brooklyn muttered darkly.
was supposed to be making the plans, after all. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll go in three separate directions, and see if we can find anyone. We’ll meet back at this spot if we do.”
“Uh… yeah, good plan, Brooks.” Lexington arched an eyebrow, but didn’t protest.
“I can take to the waters, dude,” Mar offered. “This is supposed to be an island, right? With lots of lakes and stuff? If anyone’s out by the water, I’ll find ‘em.”
“I think the Avalon Clan’s Rookery is down on the other end of the island… I can look for Goliath there,” Lexington added.
Brooklyn looked up at the castle. “And I’ll go and see if anyone’s home… Right, just remember to meet up back here in an hour.”
Mar dove into the stream running from a waterfall on the same perch as the castle, and let the current carry him. The water in Avalon felt… different. It was different in the same way that swimming in a pool was different from swimming in the ocean. Not only was the current strong and swift, the water itself had a quality all its own, separating it from salt water or fresh water. The stream soon carried Mar into the waters surrounding the island, permanently cast in a thick, hazy fog. While he wasn’t spotting anyone, he was noticing a change; mostly in himself. Each stroke of his arms felt like he was curling weights, and whenever he let himself float and let the current carry him, he felt the same type of contented feeling one gets from a full stomach. It was a satisfying combination of feelings. He even reverted to old habits from his days along the California coast, snapping at fish that swam alongside him for a quick bite. All the while, he didn’t realize that he was constantly having to shift the gait of his stroke to make room for his slowly expanding arms…
Lexington didn’t know all that much about Avalon; his expertise was in technology, after all, and he only knew the mystical isle from what Goliath had told him. But he knew that the Avalon Clan had been ousted from the castle upon Oberon’s return; the rookery had to be somewhere on the Southern half, and where the rookery was, Lexington hoped to find Goliath. It was odd, feeling so heavy. He glanced down at his heaving flanks pressing against his wings; it was likely he was never going to glide again, if he couldn’t find a way to reverse this. But wasn’t there also so much power, now, in his gait? It was strength no human could ever have, and no gargoyle had experienced in centuries. He even mused that he was stronger than Goliath, now…
“Gah! Focus!” Lexington smacked his head. There was still a mist hanging to the ground of Avalon, and it made the air smell different. It was messing with his head; he was starting to see things. Visions of himself suplexing the old clan leader overhead, flexing a titanic arm bursting with muscle to Stagheart’s delight. “Heh…” He smirked at that thought. The deer-like gargoyle he had been romancing did like them rough and ready… it was a surprise he had gone for a thin guy like him. If only he were bigger... The stronger he was, the more Stagheart would love him. He inhaled the air deeply, indulging in an increased feeling of strength and power. Had his biceps always bulged that much? And why was the torque glowing again?
Brooklyn felt himself getting winded; the trek up to the castle was longer than he thought. Avalon was different, very different, than what Goliath had told him about. The air hung thickly over everything, and had an odd, tempting smell. It almost smelling like the Castle Kitchen at one point, then at other times smelled like… well, in all honestly, Brooklyn couldn’t put a name to it, but it made him feel good. And why shouldn’t he? He was, after all, a very important person, now. A powerful person! The leader of all gargoyles, the King! So what if the journey up to the castle was tiring him out? Oberon would soon have the privilege of his company.
The stout-bellied gargoyle felt a shiver down his spine as he sensed a familiar presence further up the path, and in a puff of smoke, Puck appeared before him. “Oh, dear! I wasn’t aware we had such… an
visitor in dear old Avalon tonight.” The fae bowed low. “Whatever are you doing here on our humble island, great gargoyle?”
Brooklyn raised his chin to look regal as possible, straightening the purple sash and gold brooch that marked his rank. Had he always been wearing that? Of course he had, how else were people supposed to know how important he was? His massively powerful body could only communicate so much. “I’ve come to speak to Oberon.”
“Oh, of course!” Puck grinned. “Oberon is only too happy to host the world’s greatest gargoyle leader. In fact… would you be willing for some refreshment? To augment your mighty strength and stature, of course, great one.” The fae produced a tray of wine from… somewhere.
“I would never deny Oberon’s hospitality.” Brooklyn took the wine magnanimously, and drunk deeply. It tasted rich, but his head swam. He puffed up his chest, making himself look as impressive as possible; he had to put on a good show for the lesser sort, after all.
“Of course you wouldn’t… please, allow me to give you a tour. One such as yourself should be shown the richness of mystical Avalon. If you would but follow me…?”
Brooklyn snorted, and shoved Puck aside with the faintest flex of his mighty arm. “I don’t follow, I lead.” He declared, and lumbered down the forest path Puck had indicated.
“Naturally, how very silly of me… do forgive me, you are an overwhelming presence, I quite forgot my place.” Puck spoke in an obsequious tone, keeping his head bowed as he offered another tray of refreshments; a bunch of grapes and more wine.
Brooklyn chuckled good-naturedly. “It’s alright, we all have moments like that,” he said in-between bites. He took the next set of refreshments, tea-cakes, from Puck without question. The tour took in many of Avalon’s wonders, like the Hollow Hill where King Arthur had rested for fifteen hundred years, or the Avalon Clan rookery, where the surviving eggs of Castle Wyvern had been cared for by the Magus and Princess Katherine for nearly a millenia; Brooklyn found this especially exciting because of the tantalizing cream cheese danishes Puck had offered him there. Something nagged at him, though… wasn’t there something important at the rookery? He assumed it was not that important if he couldn’t remember, and the concern was out of his mind as soon as Puck offered a plate of ribs. Time worked differently in Avalon; the moon and stars shone over the island always, so night, and thus the gargoyle’s waking hours, went without interruption. So did his eating.
It was only when he had half a turkey leg hanging out of his mouth that Brooklyn suddenly remembered he hadn’t come here alone. “Oh, no! Puck, how long have we been on this tour?” He demanded.
The fae gave a dismissive shrug. “Not quite long enough to appreciate all of Avalon’s wonders.” He proffered a thick, meaty lamb shank.
Brooklyn stared at it with a newly vigorous hunger, and then swallowed the remaining turkey leg, bone and all. Snatching up the lamb shank in his fist, he started running-- well, lumbering-- more like waddling, really-- back to the agreed meeting place.
It took a monumental effort for Brooklyn to huff and puff his undoubtedly powerful and awesome body back to the forest clearing, only to see Lexington and Mar safe and sound. “Guys!” he wheezed. “Thank goodness… thought you would be… lost without my… leadership...hoosh!” He took a massive chomp out of the lambshank to regain some energy.
“...Brooks?” Lexington’s jaw dropped. The green gargoyle was noticeably bigger; his heavy arms were roped with mighty muscles that swelled with the slightest movement, and his meaty chest formed a sheer cliff-face for his mountain of a body. He had a thick, solid core, and thighs thicker than some of the trees that surrounded them.
“Boss, you look… healthy.” Mar cleared his throat. The otter-faced gargoyle, likewise, had grown. Much like Lexington, his chest and arms bulged with potent muscle, but he still had a thick, cauldron-like belly that hung over his floral-patterned boardshorts.
“What?” Brooklyn looked down at the two of them; why was everyone else in his clan so needlessly smaller than him? Couldn’t they live up to his towering example? His was a body that showed off the prosperity of the Gargoyle Nation; if he was titanic in girth, that only showed how well off his people were. With his brick-red complexion, he could easily pass for a small building at this point. Everything, from his pillowy chest and bulging cheeks, to his lard-swaddled arms and his thunder thighs constantly pressing against each other, to the centerpiece of his oceanic belly, which sagged just past his knees and curved out dramatically, was a testament to how great a leader he was.
Lexington and Mar immediately frowned as they spotted Puck just behind them. “Brooks, what’re you doing with Puck?”
“Oh, it’s fine! Puck’s been giving me a tour of the island, and some, uh… snacks,” he said, gesturing to the lamb shank in his ham-fist.
Puck eyes flashed mirthfully in the moonlight as he poked his finger into Brooklyn’s belly, as if he were checking on a loaf of rising bread. “What can I say? I only want to be a good host.”
All eyes turned to Brooklyn to see what the mighty leader’s next plan of action was...
A. Brooklyn seeks out Goliath for some advice on leadership
B. Brooklyn demands an audience with Oberon, and asks to move his clan to Avalon
C. Brooklyn shirks his responsibilities to hang out with Puck
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skyshot101The fact that three gargoyles were now standing in the middle of a construction site was quick to hit the news. Almost faster was the Xanatos corporation’s response to it. Immediately, the company’s resources tied up the construction site like a sailor’s knot, and quickly and quietly expedited the gargoyles back to Castle Wyvern; under considerable duress, as Brooklyn alone required an entire helicopter crew to air-lift his stone form back home. When the sun finally set, and the gargoyles awoke, David Xanatos was waiting along the castle walls, hoping to speak with the clan leader.
“Well, didn’t realize gargoyles could sleepwalk,” Xanatos smirked.
“What… what happened?” Brooklyn asked, gingerly stepping down from his parapet and cradling his belly.
“We found you out by a construction site… figured it would be best to get you home before you got a ‘proper’ Queens welcome and we’d have to scrub graffiti off of you. Why were you out there, anyways?”
“Well, it--”
“Our glorious leader decided an impromptu archeological dig was necessary,” Nero supplied, dusting off his clothes. “And then the little green one found an artifact that made him not so little.”
Xanatos chuckled. “We noticed when we had to airlift Lexington… he was too heavy for the elevators. This was some sort of… gargoyle aging thing?”
“In a matter of speaking,” Nero muttered. “I hope you’re not planning any other impromptu expeditions, o magnificent one.” He addressed Brooklyn in a slightly acerbic tone; he didn’t much appreciate turning to stone in some dirty construction site.
The burly red gargoyle ignored Nero and eyed Xanatos; he’d gone far to prove he wasn’t a threat to the Manhattan Clan anymore, but it was just smart to be wary of the business tycoon. “So… what do you want to talk about, Xanatos?”
“Just a small matter… have you seen Puck around lately?”
Brooklyn raised his eyebrow. “Uhm… a couple of times, why?”
“Oh, nothing to be concerned about, I’m sure. But none of us have seen him for a while. I’m sure he’ll turn up.” Xanatos grinned as he began to walk away. “You might want to consider visiting the gym again… I know you were always the big guy, but it’s not like you’re in competition with anyone.”
Brooklyn snorted and glared after Xanatos; but not without trying to suck in his gut a bit. That didn’t stop him from immediately grabbing at a plate of beignets, carried by Mar. “Straight from the kitchen, boss. Was told to bring it out to--” The otter-faced gargoyle barely had time to speak before Brooklyn snatched it up.
“Uh…” Mar’s mouth hung open as he watched Brooklyn eat ravenously.
“...What?” Brooklyn asked, a bit of powdered sugar smeared on his beak.
“Nothing, boss.”
“Brooks! Did you see Xanatos?” Lexington, still a powerhouse of muscle, lumbered up to his clan leader. “I’ve never seen him looking nervous before; he said Puck’s missing?”
“Yeah… it’s weird, I thought I saw him just last night. You, uh…” Brooklyn felt a pang of jealousy as he eyed his clan brother’s bulging, muscular frame, and the gold torque adorned with miniature bear’s heads that straddled his thickened neck. “You still feeling good about that thing?”
“Yeah!” Lexington flexed his arm, watching his bicep swell and bounce. “It feels great… I get why you always like being big.”
“Yeah…”
There was a slight pause when Mar, feeling the tension before Lexington picked up on it, leaned against the castle walls. “Well… at least the night’s clearing up. Was afraid of rain.”
“Might be good gliding weather. At least, for those of us who still can.” Nero chimed in, ignoring the dirty the others gave him.
The clouds cleared, revealing a bright, full moon. As the moonlight shined down on the castle, it caught the glint of the ruby eyes in Lexington’s torque. The bear heads began glowing, and a golden haze began to envelop the muscular gargoyle.
“Lex!”
“Dude!”
“Do not touch him!”
As Brooklyn and Mar reached out for Lexington, and Nero tried pulling them back, they were enveloped in the golden haze as well, and in a flash of light and color, Castle Wyvern vanished.
Brooklyn, Nero, Mar, and Lexington peered out into a dense fog, feeling lush grass underfoot. The three smaller gargoyles stood defensively around their porcine clan leader, claws beared.
“Dude, where are we?” Mar asked.
The mists began to clear, and the three gargoyles saw they were in a thickly wooded meadow; a starry sky was overhead, and, in the distance, a sprawling castle was carved out of a rolling mountain range, reflected in a crystal clear lake.
“Avalon!” Brooklyn gasped.
“Well, obviously.” Nero muttered, craning his neck.
“Aren’t Goliath and Elisa here?” Lexington asked. “Maybe we can visit; I’d like to see Goliath’s face when he sees me like this!” He smirked and flexed his arms.
“Yeah. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled,” Brooklyn grumbled.
“I do not think we have time for chit-chat with this Goliath,” Nero huffed. “We should move for home, now.”
“We only just got here.” Lexington tugged at the torque around his neck. “Besides… I don’t know how to get us back.”
“Tch!” Nero threw up his arms. “Very well. I will find my own way home; by your leave, clan leader,” he said with a mocking bow. The serpent-like gargoyle turned on his heel and stalked off into the forest.
“Wait!” Brooklyn took a lumbering step after him, but Lexington tugged on his arm.
“Leave him, Brooks. If he wants to get lost, it’s his own fault. I mean, it’s Avalon. Worst case, he runs into the Avalon Clan and annoys them until we go get him. C’mon, I’m sure Goliath wants to catch up!” Lexington grinned.
“Yeah… only thing is, where’s Goliath? Or anyone else, for that matter?” Brooklyn craned his neck, looking around the forest. Even Oberon’s Castle looked oddly deserted.
Lexington shrugged his broad shoulders. “Well… we can split up. It’s not like we’re in danger, right? We just need to remember to meet back here.”
“No, that won’t work,” Brooklyn muttered darkly.
was supposed to be making the plans, after all. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll go in three separate directions, and see if we can find anyone. We’ll meet back at this spot if we do.”
“Uh… yeah, good plan, Brooks.” Lexington arched an eyebrow, but didn’t protest.
“I can take to the waters, dude,” Mar offered. “This is supposed to be an island, right? With lots of lakes and stuff? If anyone’s out by the water, I’ll find ‘em.”
“I think the Avalon Clan’s Rookery is down on the other end of the island… I can look for Goliath there,” Lexington added.
Brooklyn looked up at the castle. “And I’ll go and see if anyone’s home… Right, just remember to meet up back here in an hour.”
Mar dove into the stream running from a waterfall on the same perch as the castle, and let the current carry him. The water in Avalon felt… different. It was different in the same way that swimming in a pool was different from swimming in the ocean. Not only was the current strong and swift, the water itself had a quality all its own, separating it from salt water or fresh water. The stream soon carried Mar into the waters surrounding the island, permanently cast in a thick, hazy fog. While he wasn’t spotting anyone, he was noticing a change; mostly in himself. Each stroke of his arms felt like he was curling weights, and whenever he let himself float and let the current carry him, he felt the same type of contented feeling one gets from a full stomach. It was a satisfying combination of feelings. He even reverted to old habits from his days along the California coast, snapping at fish that swam alongside him for a quick bite. All the while, he didn’t realize that he was constantly having to shift the gait of his stroke to make room for his slowly expanding arms…
Lexington didn’t know all that much about Avalon; his expertise was in technology, after all, and he only knew the mystical isle from what Goliath had told him. But he knew that the Avalon Clan had been ousted from the castle upon Oberon’s return; the rookery had to be somewhere on the Southern half, and where the rookery was, Lexington hoped to find Goliath. It was odd, feeling so heavy. He glanced down at his heaving flanks pressing against his wings; it was likely he was never going to glide again, if he couldn’t find a way to reverse this. But wasn’t there also so much power, now, in his gait? It was strength no human could ever have, and no gargoyle had experienced in centuries. He even mused that he was stronger than Goliath, now…
“Gah! Focus!” Lexington smacked his head. There was still a mist hanging to the ground of Avalon, and it made the air smell different. It was messing with his head; he was starting to see things. Visions of himself suplexing the old clan leader overhead, flexing a titanic arm bursting with muscle to Stagheart’s delight. “Heh…” He smirked at that thought. The deer-like gargoyle he had been romancing did like them rough and ready… it was a surprise he had gone for a thin guy like him. If only he were bigger... The stronger he was, the more Stagheart would love him. He inhaled the air deeply, indulging in an increased feeling of strength and power. Had his biceps always bulged that much? And why was the torque glowing again?
Brooklyn felt himself getting winded; the trek up to the castle was longer than he thought. Avalon was different, very different, than what Goliath had told him about. The air hung thickly over everything, and had an odd, tempting smell. It almost smelling like the Castle Kitchen at one point, then at other times smelled like… well, in all honestly, Brooklyn couldn’t put a name to it, but it made him feel good. And why shouldn’t he? He was, after all, a very important person, now. A powerful person! The leader of all gargoyles, the King! So what if the journey up to the castle was tiring him out? Oberon would soon have the privilege of his company.
The stout-bellied gargoyle felt a shiver down his spine as he sensed a familiar presence further up the path, and in a puff of smoke, Puck appeared before him. “Oh, dear! I wasn’t aware we had such… an
visitor in dear old Avalon tonight.” The fae bowed low. “Whatever are you doing here on our humble island, great gargoyle?”
Brooklyn raised his chin to look regal as possible, straightening the purple sash and gold brooch that marked his rank. Had he always been wearing that? Of course he had, how else were people supposed to know how important he was? His massively powerful body could only communicate so much. “I’ve come to speak to Oberon.”
“Oh, of course!” Puck grinned. “Oberon is only too happy to host the world’s greatest gargoyle leader. In fact… would you be willing for some refreshment? To augment your mighty strength and stature, of course, great one.” The fae produced a tray of wine from… somewhere.
“I would never deny Oberon’s hospitality.” Brooklyn took the wine magnanimously, and drunk deeply. It tasted rich, but his head swam. He puffed up his chest, making himself look as impressive as possible; he had to put on a good show for the lesser sort, after all.
“Of course you wouldn’t… please, allow me to give you a tour. One such as yourself should be shown the richness of mystical Avalon. If you would but follow me…?”
Brooklyn snorted, and shoved Puck aside with the faintest flex of his mighty arm. “I don’t follow, I lead.” He declared, and lumbered down the forest path Puck had indicated.
“Naturally, how very silly of me… do forgive me, you are an overwhelming presence, I quite forgot my place.” Puck spoke in an obsequious tone, keeping his head bowed as he offered another tray of refreshments; a bunch of grapes and more wine.
Brooklyn chuckled good-naturedly. “It’s alright, we all have moments like that,” he said in-between bites. He took the next set of refreshments, tea-cakes, from Puck without question. The tour took in many of Avalon’s wonders, like the Hollow Hill where King Arthur had rested for fifteen hundred years, or the Avalon Clan rookery, where the surviving eggs of Castle Wyvern had been cared for by the Magus and Princess Katherine for nearly a millenia; Brooklyn found this especially exciting because of the tantalizing cream cheese danishes Puck had offered him there. Something nagged at him, though… wasn’t there something important at the rookery? He assumed it was not that important if he couldn’t remember, and the concern was out of his mind as soon as Puck offered a plate of ribs. Time worked differently in Avalon; the moon and stars shone over the island always, so night, and thus the gargoyle’s waking hours, went without interruption. So did his eating.
It was only when he had half a turkey leg hanging out of his mouth that Brooklyn suddenly remembered he hadn’t come here alone. “Oh, no! Puck, how long have we been on this tour?” He demanded.
The fae gave a dismissive shrug. “Not quite long enough to appreciate all of Avalon’s wonders.” He proffered a thick, meaty lamb shank.
Brooklyn stared at it with a newly vigorous hunger, and then swallowed the remaining turkey leg, bone and all. Snatching up the lamb shank in his fist, he started running-- well, lumbering-- more like waddling, really-- back to the agreed meeting place.
It took a monumental effort for Brooklyn to huff and puff his undoubtedly powerful and awesome body back to the forest clearing, only to see Lexington and Mar safe and sound. “Guys!” he wheezed. “Thank goodness… thought you would be… lost without my… leadership...hoosh!” He took a massive chomp out of the lambshank to regain some energy.
“...Brooks?” Lexington’s jaw dropped. The green gargoyle was noticeably bigger; his heavy arms were roped with mighty muscles that swelled with the slightest movement, and his meaty chest formed a sheer cliff-face for his mountain of a body. He had a thick, solid core, and thighs thicker than some of the trees that surrounded them.
“Boss, you look… healthy.” Mar cleared his throat. The otter-faced gargoyle, likewise, had grown. Much like Lexington, his chest and arms bulged with potent muscle, but he still had a thick, cauldron-like belly that hung over his floral-patterned boardshorts.
“What?” Brooklyn looked down at the two of them; why was everyone else in his clan so needlessly smaller than him? Couldn’t they live up to his towering example? His was a body that showed off the prosperity of the Gargoyle Nation; if he was titanic in girth, that only showed how well off his people were. With his brick-red complexion, he could easily pass for a small building at this point. Everything, from his pillowy chest and bulging cheeks, to his lard-swaddled arms and his thunder thighs constantly pressing against each other, to the centerpiece of his oceanic belly, which sagged just past his knees and curved out dramatically, was a testament to how great a leader he was.
Lexington and Mar immediately frowned as they spotted Puck just behind them. “Brooks, what’re you doing with Puck?”
“Oh, it’s fine! Puck’s been giving me a tour of the island, and some, uh… snacks,” he said, gesturing to the lamb shank in his ham-fist.
Puck eyes flashed mirthfully in the moonlight as he poked his finger into Brooklyn’s belly, as if he were checking on a loaf of rising bread. “What can I say? I only want to be a good host.”
All eyes turned to Brooklyn to see what the mighty leader’s next plan of action was...
A. Brooklyn seeks out Goliath for some advice on leadership
B. Brooklyn demands an audience with Oberon, and asks to move his clan to Avalon
C. Brooklyn shirks his responsibilities to hang out with Puck
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