Thread: Gargoyles: Whitestone Chronicles - (Survivor00 & Z-Byte)

Whitestone Keep... It was much farther out of the way than he had expected. Mathias Zane, heir to the Zane estate, was arriving at the broken castle which he had just purchased with much of his grand inheritance, much to the rest of his family's chagrin. Instead of settling down in a rich mansion with a rich wife popping out rich heirs for the rich family, he finally achieved his youthful dream of buying the keep that had once belonged to his family in the days gone by. Days in which this keep was in much better repair. Popping the door of his black sedan open, he stepped out and took a good look at how his new project looked in the moonlight. He had been hoping to get here at least a few hours before sunset, so he could have a clearer look around. He'd seen it before, but was never allowed closer for safety reasons. The place was in horribly poor repair, and even with only the moonlight to shine over the stones, he could see that a rock could fall out of place if a bird so much as crapped on it. Luckily, that is why he brought his hat! It was a helmet, to be precise, one of those mining safety helmets with a light on the top. Pulling it out of his car, he strapped it under his chin, his dark, shoulder-length hair curling just before his neck as it was forced against his scalp by the safety apparatus. He unbuttoned his 'good shirt', leaving only the white undershirt to complement the black jeans he wore. Sure, they weren't 800 dollar clothes, but he was the black sheep of the family. Might as well wear the wool. Flicking the headlight on, he closed his car door and locked it with a touch of his remote. The two quick cheeps was all he needed to get moving, placing the keys back in his pocket. Before he pulled them out, though, he felt the pictures of the castle the previous owner had taken. He withdrew them as he started walking towards the outer gate, flipping through them as he compared them to the real deal. It all looked the same, and even though the pictures were taken during the day, the moon and stars were so perfect and bright out here, away from the city lights, that it might as well have been a cloudless, sunny day to his eyes. God he loved the night. As he grew closer to the main gate, he continued looking at the pictures, his brow furrowing for a second after seeing one in particular. He looked to the keep, then back to the picture, the keep again, and gave a sigh. That pretty gargoyle statue he liked must have fallen. Now that was a shame... it was such a unique piece. It seemed to be made out of solid stone, though, so maybe it didn't shatter too badly where it hit the ground. If he was lucky, maybe he'd find enough pieces to put it back together, or at least use it as a reference to have another made. With a smile, he stood at the main gate. A sane person would have waited until daytime, or at least taken a friend along for safety. But a sane person did not just buy a castle with the hopes of restoring it to its former glory and creating a legacy that only his oldest of ancestors could claim to. So in he strolled, using the pictures as a guideline to find where the beautiful stone gargoyle had fallen.