The gargoyle some how looked calm and ridiculous at the same time. Lotta was a pearly moonbeam white color and very tall though he seemed a bit thin. He had a very human face if you ignored the fact of his standard gargoyle ears and that his eyebrows were actually ridges with four spikes protruding from each brow. A spike was also found on each knee and elbow while the tip of his tail looked something like small branch off of a pine tree, it had many needle like spikes, and his hair was a fiery red. His wings, while framed in white had red sails that were only slightly darker than his hair. He wore a single tiny gold hoop earring in his left ear and oddly enough wore a pair of red tinted sunglasses. He also wore something that resembled a red leather trench coat that now looked tattered and torn as he no longer had the long sleeves that had been on it and the hem of the coat had raised to just bellow his kneecaps, now shredded and with holes in it. Though it may have looked as if that was all he wore over his body as the moonlight gargoyle ran it was obvious that he at least wore some type of black shorts under the coat. Because of the sleeves having been torn from the coat one could see that we worn special gargoyle made gloves that went half way to the elbows of his long arms and the four finger tips were cut off for better handling and to save the gloves from being torn by its owner’s claws.

Lotta’s long legs ate up the distance he ran to get away from his pursuers. He was only at half his normal speed for being upright and running; had the pastel blue hatchling under his arm not been crying in fear at being putting into this situation he probably would have lost the lot back when he and five others had raided the camp to rescue the girl.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” he hissed at the blond hatchling, “We’ll be safe, Jilly, you’ll see! Now, now, you shouldn’t be aiming guns at a child, it’s a little over dramatic, ya’ know?” He finished off, mocking his pursuers, as he some how managed to dodge a bullet. The powder blue gargoyle child yelped in fear, this was her first experience being close to any type of firearm. As if that was a qui, Lotta put on an extra burst of speed as he ripped around a corner.

The bandits followed and were surprised to find the white monster facing them, serious faced and without the younger blue monster. Oddly enough they didn’t fire at him though one or two looked to see where their stolen prisoner had gone to. The tisking coming from the white beast though caused them to return to looking at the tall male. He kept his serious look and pushed his rose colored glasses into a proper place on the top of the bridge of his nose.

“You shouldn’t have taken her,” Lotta stated simply and let his eyes suddenly go a glowing white, not even his pupils, much less his blue colored irises shown. A growl escaped his mouth as his mace like tail swished and all around nearly fifty to sixty sets of glowing white and red eyes appeared around the canyon accompanied by low growls that most would identify as being a bit cat like and dangerous.

The bandits took one look at the eyes of the Timewalker Clan and, dropping their firearms, ran for their lives. Instead of cheering their victory the clan was careful to keep up the growling, a small patrol of five followed the bandits to make sure they were well gone. Lotta looked happy as he took long strides over to the pistols that had been used and then dropped because of show of force.

“Thanks for nothin’ fellas,” he grinned, still speaking like the bandits were still around, as he popped unused bullets out of the guns and placed them in the one he had in his torn red trench coat. During the rescue of Jilly, he’d found that his multi-ammunition gun had no ammo of any sort… hence why he’d ended up with the scared hatchling.

As he popped the last bullet into his gun he noticed the hatchling reunited with the only blood relative she had in the whole clan, a blue colored eagle like gargoyle which contrasted to the hatchlings human like face. Both gargoyles had feathery wings marking them as descendents of British gargoyles. The duo spotted his gaze and the hatchling hurried over.

“Thanks for saving me, Lotta! That was fun!” Jilly replied with a giggle, totally different from what she had been ten minutes earlier. The older gargoyle followed her cousin and nodded.

“Thank you for bringing her back, Lotta,” the griffon like gargoyle replied, “I don’t know what I’d do with out her… and I dread what would happen if we traveled back to my time and I had to tell my aunt about her youngest daughter’s loose.”

“It was the right thing to do, Aisugriff,” Lotta replied holstering his one of a kind gun, “besides, what would this clan’s life be like without her running about making it interesting.”

“Much safer probably,” the blue replied while leering at her cousin who looked quite sheepish at the moment. Lotta chuckled in agreement, as did many others who were near enough to hear the conversation.

“Lotta!” a gruff voice growled at the white gargoyle. Whipping around, Lotta was greeted by a darkly colored green and blue, almost black, gargoyle with a serrated beak. The gargoyle, though shorter than Lotta, was tall and intimidating even to the fiery red haired male. The dark colored male advanced on the other male menacingly and Lotta shrunk back, trying with all his might to hide behind Aisugriff.

“What do you think you were doing?” the dark gargoyle growled, eyes flaring white.

“Saving the hatchling, Keikan,” Lotta replied a bit meekly to the angered male. Keikan, one of the two clan seconds, ran his claw through his sunset colored hair.

“You placed the life of one of the clan in more danger than she should have been in,” Keikan scolded.

“I didn’t have a weapon and I couldn’t go any faster or I would have lost Jilly,” Lotta replied in his own defense. Keikan pointed at the white gargoyle’s one of a kind gun. Lotta looked surprised at the mostly green gargoyle, “I was out of bullets if you didn’t notice me picking up the spare bullets.”

“Leave him be, Kei,” a golden colored male commanded of the two toned gargoyle, “Despite how much danger he may have had the hatchling in he did save her. We should be grateful for that.”

“Thanks, Ebric!” Lotta smiled cheerfully and shook the male’s hand. Ebric looked sternly at the much taller male causing Lotta to stop in mid shake.

“Just because I said we should be grateful does not mean I or the other clan leaders agree with how you handled the situation,” Ebric seemed to lecture.

“As much as he may deserve a lecturing, my brother,” a red female spoke up, “I believe it would be wise for us to move to higher and less accessible grounds. The humans around here do not seem to be the friendly type.”

“I see your point, Okumen,” Ebric replied.

“The co-leaders of the clan agree so let’s move,” Lotta grinned ducking the glares that were sent his way from the two leaders. He instead turned and lifted Jilly up onto his shoulders, causing the girl to giggle. He spun around causing the hatchling to giggle even more then stopped as a tingling came to his mind. Everyone in the clan had stopped at that moment and the five who hand been sent to follow the bandits were found hurrying back to the clan.

“Then again looks as if we won’t have to, wouldn’t you say, Daten?” Lotta spoke aloud to a black gargoyle next to him, the other clan second.

“Let’s get a quick head count, people,” Ebric’s voice boomed out in the foothills. Within seconds there were gargoyles shifting into six groups of approximately ten gargoyles each. It was soon determined that everyone was there. Lotta along with five other gargoyles produced a talisman that was about the size of a gargoyle’s claw and looked a bit like a shield with a bird of some sort in it. They were called Phoenix Gates, and Lotta had lucked out in being one of the carriers of the gates; he possessed one that was red with gold trim. It was a great honor, and he still wasn’t sure why he’d been chosen by the elders of their clan before they had been separated by the Rogue Gate. Either way there seemed to have been something in him that the former Timewalker Clan leader had seen and liked enough to give him the chance. The others might have seen it, but there were always those times where they saw that he seemed to be irresponsible. Okumen seemed to be the only one who had faith in the last leader’s, her biological mother, chose, then again it could have been because she wanted to honor her mother’s wishes.

“Guess it’s time to move on again,” Aisugriff quipped and Lotta felt Jilly nod rapidly on his shoulders. He looked down at the Gate and watched as it flared. It still amazed him that when it would flare the eye of the Phoenix seemed to light up like an angry gargoyle eye, “Here we go, next stop… hopefully someplace friendlier than what we’re about to leave.” Within moments, the flares had grown into six fireballs that engulfed the six groups.

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